The Hurting of the Eldest

Chapter 2 – School kills

Prue ran down the stairs; wearing dark blue jeans and a purple top that was cut off just above her midriff, which had long sleeves. As she ran into the kitchen, her freshly tied pony tail bounced a rhythm on her back. As Prue walked in the doorway, she caught a whiff of food, catching sight of Phoebe she sneaked up behind her.

"Ah ha! Toast! Why thankyou Phoebe..." She smirked, stealing her toasted bread.

"Hey! That was mine!" exclaimed thirteen year old Phoebe, frowning and folding her arms.

"It's all right Phoebe dear, here you go." Grams smiled, handing Phoebe a fresh piece of toast.

"Your awesome grams." Phoebe laughed poking her tongue out at Prue, taking a large bite of the toast, gratefully.

"Your awesome grams..."mimicked Prue, laughing at her tacky dressed sister.

"Prue..."Warned Grams, holding up her finger.

"Ahh, did I make it just in time for another Halliwell moment." Joked Piper, kissing Grams on the cheek and grabbing her hot chocolate.

"Oh very funny Piper, you should win an award!" Prue said sarcastically, glaring at her little sister.

"I have to motor anyway...Phoebe, Piper...move it or lose it." She said walking out the kitchen door, referring to the car ride.

"Don't you want anyt...?"Called Grams.

"No!" Prue said, cutting her off sharply.

Prue opened the door of her rusty old locker and letting it slam into the locker beside hers. She sighed softly to herself, she felt like that was all she had been doing lately. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she waited for the 'thud thud' steps of her best friend and on again- off again boyfriend Andy. It didn't come though.

Disappointed again.

Today was just like any other day, filled with disappointments for the eldest daughter of the Halliwell line.

Grabbing her usual books for class, Prue trudged off to her chemistry classroom, in other words; her favourite subject... Not. Her hand immediately and subconsciously went towards her neck, but the familiar feel of her mother's necklace wasn't there. Closing her eyes, she let her hand trickle across the bare skin for a second before returning it to help support her book pile.

"Your late again, Halliwell." Barked the voice of her stumpy, sweaty chemistry teacher. Grinding her teeth, she muttered a quick apology his way before taking her seat at the back of the classroom. Opening the thick, heavy book she leaned forward to the person in front of her. "Hey, Trace. What are we learning this year?" Prue muttered quietly, turning slightly to eye the teacher to make sure he wasn't watching her. The consequences of that would be interesting to say the least...

After not hearing a response within a few seconds, she tapped her on the shoulder. "What?" Trace barked at her, quiet enough to not be heard by Mr Sweaty but by a few peers. Leaning back slightly, Prue raised an eyebrow. "What is wrong with you?" Prue snapped, kinking her right eyebrow upwards slightly. Trace laughed at her, this was not in a friendly way. It was a horrible, throaty menacingly way. "Did you really think that after the summer break that you would still be at the top of the social ladder? After you gave the cold shoulder to every human being in the senior class?"She whispered snippily, glancing to look at their teacher as he went on about trigonometry.

Well...that's what we are learning I guess...

"I was coping. It's the same time every year, when my m-" Prue started to respond angrily, when Trace cut her off. This time, no longer keeping her voice down. "God! Get over yourself Halliwell. Your 'mommy' died when you were, what? Three? That was like fourteen years ago. No-one cares anymore!"She snarled. "What is going on down there ladies?"Came the annoyed voice of Mr Sweaty. Prue simply glared at Trace, she was the reason she even had friends. Why would she stab her in the back like this? "Oh, nothing Sir. Just Prue here telling me about how she screwed this guy and how she-" He cut her off before she could go on, and Prue was going redder in the face as everyone started staring at her. "I want to speak to you, and then you Prue. Now."

What a nasty lying bitch...