Piper had been through this process before. The stress, and the worry she could handle, she dealt with that on a daily basis. It was the whining that she couldn't stand. She could have sworn they weren't this whiny when they were little. Now that they were seventeen it wasn't cute, it was just annoying.
It was interesting how all three of them could be so different and so similar at the same time. When it came to studying for the test (all of them chose the ACT) it was the same thing.
"Are you sure there aren't any demons to go after?" pleaded Wyatt.
"Are you sure there aren't any innocents to save?" asked an astonished Chris.
"Are you sure you don't need any help with that potion?" Melinda whined attempting to sound as genuine as possible.
It was the first thing normal teens did that they tried to get out of, although Piper supposed that was part of what made it normal. It was nice seeing them have normal worries and normal struggles instead of supernatural ones. However once it got down to the essays Piper's patience was running thin.
"Mom!" screamed Wyatt from his room.
"I'm stuck!" shouted Chris from the conservatory.
"I can't think of anything to write about!" cried Melinda from the kitchen.
Then once they got past the initial block there were the initial fights about their chosen topics.
"That first trip to the underworld alone really changed the way I view the world but fine I'll just not get into college then!" Wyatt said as he stomped back to his room.
"I just thought, if saving my first innocent was enough for the elders, then it should be enough for USC!" Chris shouted before orbing to the top of the golden gate bridge.
"They asked for major milestones! My powers growing enough to finally go up there and visit the most peaceful and good place on this world or any other is a major milestone! AND a decent story!" Melinda shrieked from the top of the stairs.
Piper was just glad when they all reached a solution, a seemingly normal solution. No one would realize just how much was behind their topic, how much history, how much power.
"My family," Wyatt told his parents with conviction.
"My family," Chris informed his parents as he finished his first draft.
"My family," Melinda said smiling at one of their big family dinners.
Finally Piper could hear the three identical phrases when their emails finally came.
"I got in!" Wyatt shouted and orbed into the kitchen.
"I got in!" Chris jumped and shook the house.
"I got in!" Melinda ran down the stairs, shrieking, completely forgetting about her powers and being completely normal.
AN: I know this isn't very good but I'm extremely brain dead right now. I took the ACT this morning and I just needed to do something to help me acknowledge the process while switching to summer. PLEASE REVIEW! I hope to write a lot this summer, I have so many ideas for stories in this fandom and others and I could really use some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Thank you so much for reading!