Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone.
Rating: Erm, I'll put R, but I'm not sure. It evolves sex, but there isn't a scene or anything about it and drugs.
Spoilers: None
Setting: It's an Alternate Universe, where Piper is the older child (no Prue, sorry) and Paige was raised at the manor. Piper, Phoebe and Grams know that she's not Victor's daughter, but Paige doesn't. I still haven't decided if they will be witches or not, but probably not. This story takes place in 2002, Paige is 17, Phoebe 20 and Piper 22.
Summary: Paige centered fic. Patty died when Paige was 1 year old, she never met her "father", Victor, because he left Patty a while before Paige was born. Paige is now a 17 year old rebel, with no reason to be alive or whatsoever.
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Prologue:
"I've always been ahead of my time. When babies were crawling, I was walking. When kids were walking, I was talking (or so I've been told). When girls were afraid of boys, I had a boyfriend. When they were all slow dancing, I was partying all night and getting wasted. When their parents were yelling at them, I was driving home. When they were worried about finals, I was worried if I was going to College. When they were all happy, because the party rocked, I was dying inside."
Rating: Erm, I'll put R, but I'm not sure. It evolves sex, but there isn't a scene or anything about it and drugs.
Spoilers: None
Setting: It's an Alternate Universe, where Piper is the older child (no Prue, sorry) and Paige was raised at the manor. Piper, Phoebe and Grams know that she's not Victor's daughter, but Paige doesn't. I still haven't decided if they will be witches or not, but probably not. This story takes place in 2002, Paige is 17, Phoebe 20 and Piper 22.
Summary: Paige centered fic. Patty died when Paige was 1 year old, she never met her "father", Victor, because he left Patty a while before Paige was born. Paige is now a 17 year old rebel, with no reason to be alive or whatsoever.
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Prologue:
"I've always been ahead of my time. When babies were crawling, I was walking. When kids were walking, I was talking (or so I've been told). When girls were afraid of boys, I had a boyfriend. When they were all slow dancing, I was partying all night and getting wasted. When their parents were yelling at them, I was driving home. When they were worried about finals, I was worried if I was going to College. When they were all happy, because the party rocked, I was dying inside."
