Second Generation
Introduction To My World
Hi, I'm Melissa Halliwell-Wyatt. I come from a really big family and am the oldest. Here is a list of my parents, siblings, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins.
Mom(Piper)~Dad(Leo)
Melissa(Me)~14
Melinda~12
Miranda~11
Mailee~9
Aunt Phoebe~Uncle Cole
Adam~13
Alex~12
Ashton~9
Aaron~4
Aunt Paige~ Uncle Glenn
Jazmin~13
Jennifer~13
James~11
Johnathen~9
Well, welcome to my life. I am in swim club and go to practice 3 times a week with my younger cousins Adam and the twins, Jaz and and Jen. Melinda plays basketball in the junior league, and is the star on her school team. Miranda dances almost every day of the week, and is always losing her dance things. Mailee plays piano competitevly, although with much protest. Mom says it's good for her because she's so shy. My Dad's a whitelighter, and occasionally goes away for really important assignments. When he's not doing assignments, he works for an adoption agency. If he hadn't gotten that job, I wouldn't be living with my family. It's a long story.(A/N: See Life With The Halliwells if you don't understand everything). My Mom runs a club, P3, and I go there with some of my friends every Friday night. Anyway, here's my story.
"Melissa! Hurry up and get out of bed!" My mom called. I rolled over and looked at my alarm. 7:00am Monday morning. Time for school.
Mailee came running into my room, still in her pj's. "Guess what! Guess what!" she cried, jumping on my bed.
"What?" I groaned. It's too early to wake up.
"We're going on a feild trip!"
"Cool." I said, trying to sound enthusiastic."Where to?"
"To the museum!"
"Wow." I said sitting up. "Ok, go downstairs, I have to get dressed." She nodded obligingly and ran back out the door.
I got dressed in my favourite skirt, and my white zip hoody, brushed my hair, and started downstairs. On my way out of my room I bumped into Melinda. At twelve, she was already taller than me, and I hated it. I am constantly told that I have 'A beautiful older sister'.
"Oops, sorry Miss!" Melinda said. We went downstairs together.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Mom asked.
"Um, oatmeal?" I said.
She pointed to the cupboard. "Instant oatmeal's in there." I groaned.
"I'm not always making breakfast for you!" she said. I'll make breakfast on test days, but only then!"
I rolled my eyes, and grabbed the Cheerios box off the table.
30 minutes later, I walked out the door with my sisters to catch the bus. I got on, and headed for the very back where my best friend Leah and I always sit.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Nothin'. You?"
She grinned. "Guess what. Guess who called me last night."
"Oh my gosh! NO WAY!" I said. She's been crushing on this guy from our English class that we hang out with for about 1 year now. She's made it painfully obvious. I totally wish I could flirt like her.
"Yeah. Toast called. He want's to know if I want to go to the Autumnfest Dance with him!" Toast is what we all call Torsten.
"That is SO awesome. You said yes right?"
"DUH!" she said looking at me like I was crazy.
I looked over about 3 seats up. Sitting right there was MY crush, Mark. He was throwing paper wads at his friends. The thing that sets him apart was that he carried his French Horn with him. He was first horn in our school band, and I knew he was different in an awesome way right from the start.
"Hello? Missa?! Are you listening to me?"
"Um, no," I said sheepishly. I wish Mark would ask me to the dance.
She rolled her eyes and followed my line of sight,"Oh, Mark. When will you get a crush on a REAL guy like Toast?" she asked me.
"He IS a real guy," I arugued,"He at least says more than hi to me once a week."
"Melissa, I don't really care. He just asked me to the dance, and I'm happy now. Don't ruin this for me, please."
I put my hands up. "Ok, I won't interfere. Just be careful."
The bus came to a halt outside the school, and we got off the bus, heading inside the school. Just as we got in, the bell rang.
"See ya," I said waving to her.
"Later!"
I set off for Math. As I rounded the corner, I smacked right into Mark. Oh god. Just what I needed. To walk into the person I constantly dream of kissing.
"S-sorry,"I stammered, smiling weakly up at him.
"Hey, no problem,"he said. He looked around,"Um, I've been meaning to talk to you," Oh my god! He was finally asking me to the dance!!!
Well, I hope you liked the first part of my new fic. I love to leave people hanging, sorry if you hate that. Um, please review, and I'll post more soon!
MayRae
Introduction To My World
Hi, I'm Melissa Halliwell-Wyatt. I come from a really big family and am the oldest. Here is a list of my parents, siblings, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins.
Mom(Piper)~Dad(Leo)
Melissa(Me)~14
Melinda~12
Miranda~11
Mailee~9
Aunt Phoebe~Uncle Cole
Adam~13
Alex~12
Ashton~9
Aaron~4
Aunt Paige~ Uncle Glenn
Jazmin~13
Jennifer~13
James~11
Johnathen~9
Well, welcome to my life. I am in swim club and go to practice 3 times a week with my younger cousins Adam and the twins, Jaz and and Jen. Melinda plays basketball in the junior league, and is the star on her school team. Miranda dances almost every day of the week, and is always losing her dance things. Mailee plays piano competitevly, although with much protest. Mom says it's good for her because she's so shy. My Dad's a whitelighter, and occasionally goes away for really important assignments. When he's not doing assignments, he works for an adoption agency. If he hadn't gotten that job, I wouldn't be living with my family. It's a long story.(A/N: See Life With The Halliwells if you don't understand everything). My Mom runs a club, P3, and I go there with some of my friends every Friday night. Anyway, here's my story.
"Melissa! Hurry up and get out of bed!" My mom called. I rolled over and looked at my alarm. 7:00am Monday morning. Time for school.
Mailee came running into my room, still in her pj's. "Guess what! Guess what!" she cried, jumping on my bed.
"What?" I groaned. It's too early to wake up.
"We're going on a feild trip!"
"Cool." I said, trying to sound enthusiastic."Where to?"
"To the museum!"
"Wow." I said sitting up. "Ok, go downstairs, I have to get dressed." She nodded obligingly and ran back out the door.
I got dressed in my favourite skirt, and my white zip hoody, brushed my hair, and started downstairs. On my way out of my room I bumped into Melinda. At twelve, she was already taller than me, and I hated it. I am constantly told that I have 'A beautiful older sister'.
"Oops, sorry Miss!" Melinda said. We went downstairs together.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Mom asked.
"Um, oatmeal?" I said.
She pointed to the cupboard. "Instant oatmeal's in there." I groaned.
"I'm not always making breakfast for you!" she said. I'll make breakfast on test days, but only then!"
I rolled my eyes, and grabbed the Cheerios box off the table.
30 minutes later, I walked out the door with my sisters to catch the bus. I got on, and headed for the very back where my best friend Leah and I always sit.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Nothin'. You?"
She grinned. "Guess what. Guess who called me last night."
"Oh my gosh! NO WAY!" I said. She's been crushing on this guy from our English class that we hang out with for about 1 year now. She's made it painfully obvious. I totally wish I could flirt like her.
"Yeah. Toast called. He want's to know if I want to go to the Autumnfest Dance with him!" Toast is what we all call Torsten.
"That is SO awesome. You said yes right?"
"DUH!" she said looking at me like I was crazy.
I looked over about 3 seats up. Sitting right there was MY crush, Mark. He was throwing paper wads at his friends. The thing that sets him apart was that he carried his French Horn with him. He was first horn in our school band, and I knew he was different in an awesome way right from the start.
"Hello? Missa?! Are you listening to me?"
"Um, no," I said sheepishly. I wish Mark would ask me to the dance.
She rolled her eyes and followed my line of sight,"Oh, Mark. When will you get a crush on a REAL guy like Toast?" she asked me.
"He IS a real guy," I arugued,"He at least says more than hi to me once a week."
"Melissa, I don't really care. He just asked me to the dance, and I'm happy now. Don't ruin this for me, please."
I put my hands up. "Ok, I won't interfere. Just be careful."
The bus came to a halt outside the school, and we got off the bus, heading inside the school. Just as we got in, the bell rang.
"See ya," I said waving to her.
"Later!"
I set off for Math. As I rounded the corner, I smacked right into Mark. Oh god. Just what I needed. To walk into the person I constantly dream of kissing.
"S-sorry,"I stammered, smiling weakly up at him.
"Hey, no problem,"he said. He looked around,"Um, I've been meaning to talk to you," Oh my god! He was finally asking me to the dance!!!
Well, I hope you liked the first part of my new fic. I love to leave people hanging, sorry if you hate that. Um, please review, and I'll post more soon!
MayRae