I have always loved the Charmed T.V. series ever since I started watching it and I love to think up new plot lines for the story. I always try to stay as close to the original story line as I can so my readers can follow and understand. I have read other fan fictions where people say that they don't own Charmed for legal purposes and I don't own Charmed either, I am only a very respectful fan.
It's been one year, one whole year since the accident. I can't believe time has gone by so fast. You see, my parents died last December on the way home from a Christmas party in San Diego. It was a rainy night and I was home all alone sitting in my room with my music blaring and talking to my friends on the Internet. I never thought that anything like this would happen, at least not to me. To me it seemed like I was living the perfect life: I had great friends and great parents, I got straight A's in school, and I had just advanced to the junior level for competitive figure skating.
Everything was going great until I got that single phone call that filled my heart with dread and my eyes with tears. A few days later my aunt came down from San Francisco to help me pack and move in with her. All I could think of was that it felt like all of it was my fault and that I could have done something to prevent it. But deep down somewhere inside of me I knew there wouldn't have been anything that I could have done to keep this from happening. It's weird how when you look back at the worst moment of your life it seems strangely clear but also like a blur at the same time.
Throughout the next three months I moved in with my aunt, started a new high school, and continued my figure skating training (even though I had to get a new coach because of the move) which included competing in junior nationals and placing seventh (which isn't a bad start for my first junior national competition). The worst part about starting at a new high school that made everything worse was that I'm a freshman plus the new kid on campus, and that can only add up to one thing: complete unpopularity. In my old school I was one of the most popular freshman (not a stuck up cheerleader popular girl, but a girl who had a lot of friends who loved me for who I am). Not only was I popular but I was also a kick butt dancer and everyone knew it. But all of that was over now; I was the new kid on campus with no social rating whatsoever.
It was really strange how I happened upon them, upon the three, the three witches that for fourteen years been my sisters without me knowing it. It was a sunny day in the middle of April when I came home from school. As I walked in the front door I was surprised to see that my aunt Katie was home early from work and on the phone with a big smile on her face. I went upstairs and dropped my backpack on my bed before I ran back downstairs to see what was going on.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs and came into the living room I heard the phone hand up with a click. "Hello sweetie how was your day?"
"Same old same old, Mr. Harp droned on and on again about English literature and Mrs. Camp assigned us an essay on how math influences our daily lives. How have you been? Who was on the phone?"
"Today was great, I even got a few articles done on fashion in San Francisco (my aunt is a journalist for a local magazine called Fashion in Bloom). That was a few of your mom's old friend's daughters on the phone, you remember the ones who used to play with you when your mom visited their grandma?"
"Oh yeah, weren't their names something like Prue, Piper, and Phoebe?"
"Yes well… Prue died about five years ago and they found their sister, Paige, who was orphaned at birth, for which reason I cannot tell you, shortly after. They called to see if we would like to come over for a visit tomorrow. They say they miss you and would love to see you again."
"Yeah that sounds like a lot of fun!"
"Good, then it's settled I'll call them back and tell them that we would love to come."