The Queen of Baker High
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Charmed related .Okey-dokey?
A/N: This story has nothing to do with my other story, "Loser", so even though some people's names are the same, it's just because I can't think of new ones. So don't get confused. ; )
Everyone knows me at school. I always hear peoples say "Oh there goes Prue Halliwell, she's so lucky." Why? Because I'm popular. I'm head varsity cheerleader and student body president. Yeah, I'll admit that my life sounds pretty great on the outside: loads of friends, a boyfriend and I'm busy every weekend. But people don't know, they have no idea what it's really like to be me. That I have to practically raise my little sisters because Grams has to work two jobs just so we can keep the house, they don't know that I hate my life, myself. I hate being popular.
It's all a game, it's just so fake and full of B.S. who's dating who, what you're going to wear to the next dance or party, I know that I feel like I should be grateful to be one of the chosen few to get invited to the parties, but I'm not. I hear my friends' gossip all day long, put down other people for being different. But what the hell's so great about being the same? We're just sheep, all of us. The same clothes, the same hair, the same after school activities. The same everything. But I'm not the same, not really; at least I don't feel like I am. If I was, then I'd be happy with my life and my shallow friends. But I want more, I can't tell my friends how I really feel about things, I can't cry to them about my problems. They'd just tell everyone.
I almost envy the nerdy kids; at least they have the courage to be themselves no matter what other people think, that's more than I can say for me. I know what you're thinking 'poor popular Prue, if she hates it so much why doesn't she just stop', because I wonder that too-a lot. But, it's not so easy to just give up the friends I've had since kindergarten to be true to myself. Because, who am I really? I'm just a clone like of the rest of them. I don't know, what if I try to figure it out only to find there's nothing there? I hate not knowing who I am, but I guess I'd hate it more if I learned and didn't like that person either. God, I'm so confused. I'm almost 17, I'm a junior in high school, I should already know the answers to these things, shouldn't I?
Oh, well, I'll have to think about it later. School's about to start and I see my boyfriend, Chris Reeves walking toward me. Time to plaster a smile on my face and go into 'popular happy mode' "Hi, Chris" I say kissing him as he wraps his arms around me. "Hi yourself" he answers looking down at me. Chris is at least two feet taller than me. "Everyone is going to Rob Steven's house for a party after the homecoming game on Friday, you're coming right?" he asks. Shit. I completely forgot about Rob's party. "Um, I can't I have to baby sit" I tell Chris, feigning disappointment. "Prue, just sneak out, or bring your sisters, who cares what you do with them? Because I told everyone you were coming." Who cares what I do with them? Well gee Chris, their my sisters, I care. Jerk. "Chris, I can't just bring them. Piper's 14 and Phoebes only 12. My grandmother would kill me if she knew I took then to a party with keg there." I tell him, it is true, but that's not the reason why wouldn't take them though.
"Then who am I going to go with? The homecoming king needs his queen" Chris adds with a grin. I can't help but smile too, "I don't know if I'm going to win" I tell him honestly. I've won homecoming queen both my freshmen and sophomore years, but this year I'm running against other really popular girls, Shelby Winters and Taylor Ashcroft, their both beautiful and really rich, something I can't even begin to compete with. "You'll win" Chris assures me "but you really are going to come though, right?" "Yeah, okay" I concede. Great, now how am I going to get out of this one? The bell rings so we have to go to class.
My first period is physics. This day just gets better and better. Not. Another thing people don't know about me: school is really hard for me. I mean really hard. I'm just not smart like Piper and I have a hell of a time keeping a C average to stay in cheerleading. Piper's done my homework more than once to help me keep my grades at least at an average level. And, I cheated on my Geometry final last year so I could even pass that class. I look down at my Physics worksheet and sigh; I have no idea what the abbreviations for certain elements are much less the combinations to make oxygen. Let's see, Co2 plus H2O make…this is hopeless, Piper can help me with it when I get home. I feel like such a loser, that my freshman sister has to explain my homework to me. It's so pathetic that's she's smarter and three years younger. School's never been hard for her.
My friend Chloe passes me a note over my shoulder and I read it when Mr. Peterson, the physics teacher, isn't looking. It says: 'Prue, did you hear that Courtney and Aaron broke up? Apparently she cheated on him at the football game last weekend.' So what? It's not like that's the first time Courtney Morrison cheated on one or her boyfriends. 'So?' I write back and hand her the note under my desk. Almost immediately she hands it back having written her reply. 'What do you mean so? No you can dump Chris and go get Aaron. At homecoming no less!' Um, they just broke up yesterday. Chloe's an idiot. I crumple the note up and turn around. "Chlo, what about a mourning period, it's tacky to flirt with a guy a day after he's just been dumped." I whisper to her. She rolls her eyes, "Prue, don't be naive, this is your chance to upgrade, why just date a football player when you can have the quarterback?" Did she really just say upgrade? Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick. Aaron's a guy, not a computer and I really like him, I don't want to screw it up with flirting too soon. "No, Chloe, I'm not just going to drop Chris to go after Aaron, it just doesn't seen right." "Oh god, Prue since when did you become miss morals? It isn't about right and wrong, it's about popularity. Duh. Stop acting like your loser little freshman sister, what's-her-name? Pippy?" "Piper" I correct her through gritted teeth. Chloe's been my best friend since 5th grade; she knows what Piper's name is. Chloe just gets like this when I disagree with her. "And Piper's not a loser" I tell her, feeling anger boil inside me. How dare Chloe put down my sister? Piper had nothing to do with what we were talking about. "Yeah Prue, whatever, be a freak too, for all I care." Chloe snaps. Some best friend, huh?
I start to hiss back a reply to Chloe when Mr. Peterson calls on me. "Prue, can you tell me the exact chemical compounds that make up carbon dioxide as opposed to carbon monoxide?" That would be a no. "Um…." I start to say and trial off shrugging. "Well, you would, if you'd stop talking to Chloe Rogers and pay attention." Mr. Peterson says, narrowing his eyes at me "But then, if you did that I guess you'd be passing this class too." "Uh, I…" I trail off again and can feel myself blush. I hate it. I'm never like this at school. I can hear Chloe snickering. I am so embarrassed, why am I just sitting here stuttering like a moron? "Well, what do have to say for yourself? Prudence?" Mr. Peterson asks meanly. Ooh, I hate him. I have to think of something to say, something. "Well, Mr. Peterson, if your class was half way interesting, then I wouldn't need to talk to Chloe to keep from falling asleep." Nice recovery. "Wow Prue" Chloe whispers admiringly. Good thing I can think quickly, but there's going to be hell to pay for that little comment.
Mr. Peterson tells me to go to the principles office and I happily comply. At least I'm out of class. I do feel a little guilty though, I hope I didn't come off as too mean, but I had to say something to recover from my surprise and get Chloe to stop bitching at me. Although Chloe should have gotten in trouble too, she started it with the note. "Prudence, I'm calling your grandmother so you can explain your attitude to her." Principal Thompson tells me, dialing Gram's cell phone number. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. This bad, very bad. Grams will kill me, I won't even live to see homecoming. All the times I've been in trouble Grams has never been called before, ever. She's going to freak. Principal Thompson talks with Grams a few minutes and I slump back in my chair waiting my turn. So far today, I've said I'd go to a party when I can't really go, I got into a fight with Chloe, been embarrassed in front of my physics class and now I'm in the principals office, waiting to be yelled at by Grams, and it's not even second period yet!. The principal hands me the phone and I timidly answer it. "Hello?" Grams sighs on the other end "Hi Prue" she says sounding tired. "Are you mad?" I ask quietly. Grams sighs again "No, Prudence, I'm just …disappointed in you" Disappointed, that's worse than mad, a lot worse. I don't want her to be disappointed in me. I don't. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you, Prue," Grams says and all of a sudden it's just too much. I disappointed Grams, it's the final straw for today and I burst into tears right on the phone, and in front of the principal. But I just can't stop crying, Grams isn't the only one who doesn't know what to do anymore.
A/N: What did you think? Should I keep going? Please R&R! I'd love to get at least 5 reviews for this chapter before I write the next one.