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Chapter Two-Piper

"I'm a Mommy's Girl - the strongest influence in my young life was my mom." Susie Bright

I was already well up and ready at the time the knock came at my door. I knew it would be Prue, I knew she was going to try and convince me to accompany her to get Paige, and I knew I was going to say no. These were facts.

What aren't facts are the emotions I would feel while refusing. How guilty, how upset, but mostly how angry I was. Angry at Mom for dying, angry at Grams for being insensitive, angry at Paige for being the reason why, angry at Prue for just not getting it, or me. She's supposed to be my big sister. She's supposed to care about me. I don't have anyone else.

"Piper? Piper? May I come in please?" I hear Prue's raspy voice call from the other side of the oak door. Only I can hear the real Prue. The scared, lost, unsure Prue.

This is because I know her, know that Delilah is just a facade, and that I have the ability to ruin her entire reputation. I wouldn't though. Despite what people say, I'm really not that much of a bitch.

I have an ironic sort of loneliness, that makes me so want company, but shove everybody away at the same time. What can I say, I was scarred from an early age. Nevertheless, I have to let Prue in. So I pull myself out of my favorite blue armchair and rise to the door. Might as well get this over with.

"What's up?' I say casually tossing the door open with a smirk at my eldest sister dressed in what she thinks makes her look like a model, but actually just makes her look even more anorexic.

"You know what's up Piper" Prue scowls at me, her steely eyes narrowing into an intimidating glare "Paige is coming today"

"Oh? It's Saturday already?" I say playing the astonished idiot

"Oh, c'mon Piper, I know you're not that much of an idiot. Seriously I've known you your entire life."

"My intelligence has nothing to do with my impaired ability to retain date, Prudence." I retort, tilting my chin in the air in a way that makes me look superior even though I'm not.

"Delilah." She scowls through gritted teeth "For the millionth time, I want to be called Delilah"

Now, this pisses me off. I look her right in the eye "Now, seriously Prue" I say imitating her "I've known you your entire life, and you aren't who you say you are. "

Her brow furrows deeper and she pirouettes on her high heels so that her back is to be. "Fuck this entire family" she huffs thinking nobody will hear, though I do. "Just make Paige worse than she is already then." She says louder, addressing me.

"Eh, she'll be okay" I say nonchalantly. "I mean she has… Delilah"

What do I get in response from my big sister? I brazen middle finger, telling me how she really feels.

I sigh. She'll never understand me will she?

I watch her black head bob down the steps of our shared dormitory building down to Phoebe's floor, where I know she will try and get her to tag along.

But Phoebe won't even be awake yet, so she'll just have to get over it, and be by herself for once.

Maybe for the time she's gone, I can pretend I don't live in her shadow.

I walk myself outside and downstairs to the dining hall, where all the early birds of the weekend are already seated and eating away at the nasty food that the school gives us, despite the heavy tuitions we pay.

I sigh, grab an oat-bran muffin and a small container of orange juice before heading out to the sitting room, just in front.

I curl up in my favorite armchair as I eat and watch my oldest sister, who I love so much, (even though she doesn't know it) exit our dorm. She walks away, her steps angry and her body tense, aggravated at mine, and obviously Phoebe's refusal to cooperate.

Maybe one day, she'll notice me, when she's not so busy being popular. Maybe one day, it'll be like before, and she'll have time to hang out with a loser like me.

Some days, I'll I've got is maybe.