Part Six: 28 November 1992: School Project
Characters: Teacher, Prue (21), Phoebe (17), Paige (15)
Phoebe Halliwell was sat staring blankly at the wall as she waited for Principal Wilson to open the door. She couldn't believe she was in trouble again, and it was not like she had done anything that wrong. Phoebe sighed as she got a magazine out of her bag. It was only because that other school was here that she had been sent to the principal's office. Any excuse and they'd line up the likely targets, especially after a fight had broken out earlier in the day.
Flicking through the magazine, she could not believe the injustice of it all. I mean she was not involved in any part of the fight that had erupted, well apart from the odd fit of laughter. All she had actually done was told Tracy Anderson a few home truths, and if any girl needed some home truths it was her. It wasn't her fault either that the blond bimbo had reacted by running to the toilet.
Phoebe grunted as her eyes counted the patched up paint on the wall opposite the bench she was sitting on. This damn school was falling apart; no doubt the teachers would try to blame that on her as well. Or maybe she would have to paint the school on her next detention. Phoebe sighed, it would at least make a change from sitting doing nothing or writing lines on the blackboard.
The seventeen-year old's grumbling was interrupted as she heard two people coming down the corridor. She raised her magazine slightly and looked over the top of it as she tried to listen to the conversation that was taking place.
A women in her early 50's, who Phoebe guessed taught Maths judging from her old outfit that made her look twice her age, was arguing with a teenage girl with dark hair.
"Miss Matthews, we are guests in this school," the teacher lectured. "What did you think you were doing? And don't you know that smoking can kill you."
"Trying to have some fun," the fifteen-year old muttered as she sent a smile to Phoebe.
Phoebe caught the glint in the girl's eyes and sent a small smile back and threw her magazine back into her bag.
"Well, well, you can have all the fun in the world as you wait here for Principal Dawes and your parents." The teacher told her as she turned. "Now, I've got to get back to the hallway."
Paige took a seat next to the young Halliwell and shrugged as she waited for the teacher to disappear down the corridor. Once she had seen her back turn, Paige let out an exasperated laugh before turning to look at Phoebe.
"I wish they'd find a new trick, I mean I'll just play the adoption card and my folks should crumble. And I mean if I want to smoke it's my health I'm destroying, why should they care. And they should give me my cigs back, 'cause I bet she's only going to go and smoke them herself." Paige ranted before turning to look at Phoebe. "So what about your olds?"
"Oh my Grams will probably just tell me I need to sort out my act, not listening to a word I'm saying," Phoebe replied.
Paige looked closer at the girl who was sitting next to her; there seemed to be something familiar about her. "Yeah, I know that feeling. I'm Paige by the way."
"Phoebe."
"So I'm guessing that Dawes is in there with your principal."
Phoebe nodded as she tried to work out where she could have possibly seen this girl before, trying to place her somewhere in her memory. There was something in her face that was memorable that made her feel as if Piper or Prue were looking at her and not a stranger. "Yeah looks like it, trying to repair the joining of communities day, or whatever the hell it is after that fight broke out on the football field."
"How cool was that? I mean I swear it looked like everyone was going to get caught up in it all," Paige said offering a small grin.
"Yeah, it was great when Mr. Bryatt fell on his arse after getting caught up by everything," Phoebe answered her with a grin, before looking at the fifteen-year old girl again. "I know this sounds strange, but have we meet somewhere before?"
Paige was about to reply, she had been wondering the same thing since she had seen the older teen, when she noticed a woman in her early twenties with dark hair marching down the corridor. Her face was bright red and looked like it was going to explode any minute.
Raising her eyebrows, Paige glanced at Phoebe, "Relation of yours."
"Yeah," Phoebe replied, as she looked straight at Prue, "My older sister."
"Rather you than me." Paige told as she looked at the expressed on the elder Halliwell's face.
Prue fixed her eyes straight on the two teenage girls. "I was in class, so what the hell have you done this time and it better be good."
Characters: Teacher, Prue (21), Phoebe (17), Paige (15)
Phoebe Halliwell was sat staring blankly at the wall as she waited for Principal Wilson to open the door. She couldn't believe she was in trouble again, and it was not like she had done anything that wrong. Phoebe sighed as she got a magazine out of her bag. It was only because that other school was here that she had been sent to the principal's office. Any excuse and they'd line up the likely targets, especially after a fight had broken out earlier in the day.
Flicking through the magazine, she could not believe the injustice of it all. I mean she was not involved in any part of the fight that had erupted, well apart from the odd fit of laughter. All she had actually done was told Tracy Anderson a few home truths, and if any girl needed some home truths it was her. It wasn't her fault either that the blond bimbo had reacted by running to the toilet.
Phoebe grunted as her eyes counted the patched up paint on the wall opposite the bench she was sitting on. This damn school was falling apart; no doubt the teachers would try to blame that on her as well. Or maybe she would have to paint the school on her next detention. Phoebe sighed, it would at least make a change from sitting doing nothing or writing lines on the blackboard.
The seventeen-year old's grumbling was interrupted as she heard two people coming down the corridor. She raised her magazine slightly and looked over the top of it as she tried to listen to the conversation that was taking place.
A women in her early 50's, who Phoebe guessed taught Maths judging from her old outfit that made her look twice her age, was arguing with a teenage girl with dark hair.
"Miss Matthews, we are guests in this school," the teacher lectured. "What did you think you were doing? And don't you know that smoking can kill you."
"Trying to have some fun," the fifteen-year old muttered as she sent a smile to Phoebe.
Phoebe caught the glint in the girl's eyes and sent a small smile back and threw her magazine back into her bag.
"Well, well, you can have all the fun in the world as you wait here for Principal Dawes and your parents." The teacher told her as she turned. "Now, I've got to get back to the hallway."
Paige took a seat next to the young Halliwell and shrugged as she waited for the teacher to disappear down the corridor. Once she had seen her back turn, Paige let out an exasperated laugh before turning to look at Phoebe.
"I wish they'd find a new trick, I mean I'll just play the adoption card and my folks should crumble. And I mean if I want to smoke it's my health I'm destroying, why should they care. And they should give me my cigs back, 'cause I bet she's only going to go and smoke them herself." Paige ranted before turning to look at Phoebe. "So what about your olds?"
"Oh my Grams will probably just tell me I need to sort out my act, not listening to a word I'm saying," Phoebe replied.
Paige looked closer at the girl who was sitting next to her; there seemed to be something familiar about her. "Yeah, I know that feeling. I'm Paige by the way."
"Phoebe."
"So I'm guessing that Dawes is in there with your principal."
Phoebe nodded as she tried to work out where she could have possibly seen this girl before, trying to place her somewhere in her memory. There was something in her face that was memorable that made her feel as if Piper or Prue were looking at her and not a stranger. "Yeah looks like it, trying to repair the joining of communities day, or whatever the hell it is after that fight broke out on the football field."
"How cool was that? I mean I swear it looked like everyone was going to get caught up in it all," Paige said offering a small grin.
"Yeah, it was great when Mr. Bryatt fell on his arse after getting caught up by everything," Phoebe answered her with a grin, before looking at the fifteen-year old girl again. "I know this sounds strange, but have we meet somewhere before?"
Paige was about to reply, she had been wondering the same thing since she had seen the older teen, when she noticed a woman in her early twenties with dark hair marching down the corridor. Her face was bright red and looked like it was going to explode any minute.
Raising her eyebrows, Paige glanced at Phoebe, "Relation of yours."
"Yeah," Phoebe replied, as she looked straight at Prue, "My older sister."
"Rather you than me." Paige told as she looked at the expressed on the elder Halliwell's face.
Prue fixed her eyes straight on the two teenage girls. "I was in class, so what the hell have you done this time and it better be good."