Loser
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Charmed-related, as if you didn't know.( Chapt.1 Just A Typical Weekend (Prue is 17, Piper is 15 and Phoebe is 13)
I, Piper Anne Halliwell am a loser. No, the loser. Even the other rejects won't talk to me. But, that's okay, I'm used to spending every weekend alone, but it would be easier if I didn't have sisters.
My sisters, my beautiful, talented, perfect sisters. Prue, eternally popular, student body president, head cheerleader, literally the queen of Baker high. And Phoebe, naturally beautiful, naturally artistic, naturally a guy magnet. Naturally everything and she's not even in high school yet! I love my sisters; I do, but some times everything's just so hard.
Sometimes I wonder if I was switched at birth. Maybe my real parents and siblings are as much rejects as me. But I know that's not true. Every family has the ugly child, the freak, and that's just me. Freak loser reject Piper, nerdy by nature, because, of course, I'm really smart too, and that's just so valued in high school. Not. Even my teachers hate me. They think I'm a show off because I haven't gotten anything lower that an -A, ever. It doesn't matter anyway; I think my loserness goes way beyond grades; even Prue won't talk to me at school. But, maybe it's an unconscious decision; maybe she doesn't realize she does it. Maybe.
It's another Saturday night with me home all alone. I'm always alone, but I have no friends, so why wouldn't I be? Its not like I'm bored though, I've learned to adjust. I read and I write - a lot. Most of the time I have my head buried in a notebook scribbling away at one story or another.
I'm always the heroine in my stories, that's why I like writing, I have control, I can make the story be about anything I want and I can re-do myself too. I'm always confident in my stories, popular, and beautiful, in other words, I'm always Prue.
I should write now, I have nothing else to do; I've already done all my homework yesterday. God, I'm probably the only person who does all her homework on a Friday night. I pull out a notebook from my backpack and open to a blank page, starting to write even before I've thought of anything. I write fervently for almost an hour before stopping. I look down at my notebook and realize I wasn't writing a story at all, just a boring diary entry, like I'd ever want to remember my day at school let alone write it down on paper. School is like hell for me. I hate it so much. Everyone makes fun of me. Everyone.
Today someone stuck a post it on my back that said 'Piper Loser Halliwell' on it and I didn't even know until my math teacher, Mr. Brown asked me what was on my back in front of the entire class, and then Kelley pulled it off and read it aloud. The whole class laughed at me. It was so humiliating. Even Mr. Brown smiled a little. It's pathetic when teachers laugh at you. Really pathetic.
I should be used to it by now though. Stuff like that happens to me everyday. At least I've learned how to hide my feelings and wait to cry until I get home. If I cried in front of everyone it would just make things worse for me. A tear rolls own my cheek, but I wipe it away quickly as I hear the front door slam - Phoebes home.
A few minutes later she walks into our room, grabs a CD and walks back out again. There's no 'Hi Piper' or 'What's up', she doesn't even look at me. Since when did I become invisible to my own sister? I'm used to having no friends, but how can I be losing my sister too? Oh well, I'm sure she'll talk to me again sometime, and if not, there's always Grams. I crawl into bed and decide to go to bed early, I just don't want to think about my day any more. But I really don't want to wake up to the next one either, at least its not a school day tomorrow.
I wake up the next morning to Prue and Phoebe screaming at each other. They fight all the time. I wish Prue or Phoebe would care enough about me to fight with me, but then I wouldn't be invisible, then they'd actually have to take an interest in what I was doing to fight with me about it. But, I shouldn't be so bitter about them. Prue and Phoebe deserve to be happy and popular, even if I can't be. I cringe under the covers as I hear Phoebe start to cry loudly. I think Prue might have hit her. I can heart Grams yelling at the both of them, so Phoebe must not be too hurt.
A few minutes later Phoebe stomps into our room, still half crying, but mostly whining. She always whines when she doesn't get her way. "I hate Prue" Phoebe tells me. "Hate her. Hate her. Hate her." "Why?" I ask, I don't really care because I know that in an hour they'll be friends again, but I feel it's an obligatory question and at least it gets me noticed. For a little while anyway. "Because" Phoebe pouts "All I did was barrow her new skirt, and she freaked out." "And?" I ask. There's got to be more to that story than just what she told me. "Well. I sort of spilled a Coke on it, but I didn't mean to and when Prue found out she took my favorite skirt and ripped a big hole in it." Phoebe sighed dramatically, like having her skirt ruined was the worst thing in the world and I couldn't help but smirk a little; Prue was just paying her back, but of course, I didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I just nodded, trying to look sympathetic. "Well, Pheebs, you can barrow any of my clothes, if you want" I offer, trying to cheer her up. "Um, no thanks, Piper. That's okay" Phoebe replies and I look down at my jeans and a tank top wondering what could possibly be wrong with them. Just because my clothes aren't low cut like Prue's or super tight like Phoebe's doesn't mean they're not cool. Well, maybe their not, but still Phoebe could have just agreed. It wouldn't have killed her. Oh well, she didn't mean anything by it. I'm just being too sensitive.
"Hey Piper" Prue says a little while later, walking in to my room, "I have absolutely nothing to do, want to go to the movies or something?" "Aren't you grounded," I ask, remembering Phoebe's skirt. "Nope, Grams said we were even, so neither of us gets punished, this time. So, do you want to go, or not?" "Yeah, yes, Prue" I tell her, barely able to contain my excitement. Prue's going to the movies with me, I can't believe it! She's going to hang out with me, in public. "Let me just get my shoes" I tell her excitedly. I can't believe I'm actually going to do something this weekend, beside reading or homework. I pull on my sandals as fast as I can and run down stairs to meet Prue, but I stop out side the door to the kitchen as I hear Prue on the phone. "Alex!" Prue giggles and then pauses, "No, I'm not doing anything, Yeah, I'd love to come over. Uh-huh. Okay, bye" Prue's not going with me after all. Not doing anything, that's what she said. Prue walks out for the kitchen to see me standing there "Oh, hi Piper, um, I can't go to the movies after all." I just nod as she continues "Alex Bradford just asked me to come over, and you know, it's Alex, I can't say no. You're not mad are you?" Prue asks me. Mad? No, crushed, hurt, near tears, but not mad. "No" I squeak as Prue saunters out the door. I sigh. It figures, Alex Bradford was one of the most popular seniors at our school last year and now he goes to Cal State so, even to Prue, who's a senior now, Alex calling would be a big deal. But, I still can't believe she ditched me. I burst into tears and run upstairs, happy that Phoebe went to the mall a few hours ago, so she wouldn't be around to see me cry. I stay in my room the rest of the day and even tell Grams that I don't feel well so I can't come down to dinner. I just don't want to see anyone now, especially not Prue, although I can hear her laugh with Phoebe down stairs, so I guess she had a good time at Alex's. "I know you're not really sick," Phoebe tells me as she puts her pajamas on that night. "Yes I am," I answer; I'm already in bed, with my back facing her. "Okay" Phoebe answers, but I can tell that she doesn't believe me. "Goodnight" she says turning off the light. "Night" I answer back and start to cry again once I can tell she's fallen asleep, I've learned to cry silently so Phoebe won't hear me and ask what's wrong. I really don't want to talk about it, with anyone. But I'd better stop crying soon or my eyes will still be all red and puffy in the morning then I won't be able to hide it from my sisters. I just hope I fall asleep soon.
A/N: Please write and review, I won't post the next chapter until I get at least 5 reviews, Okay? Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Charmed-related, as if you didn't know.( Chapt.1 Just A Typical Weekend (Prue is 17, Piper is 15 and Phoebe is 13)
I, Piper Anne Halliwell am a loser. No, the loser. Even the other rejects won't talk to me. But, that's okay, I'm used to spending every weekend alone, but it would be easier if I didn't have sisters.
My sisters, my beautiful, talented, perfect sisters. Prue, eternally popular, student body president, head cheerleader, literally the queen of Baker high. And Phoebe, naturally beautiful, naturally artistic, naturally a guy magnet. Naturally everything and she's not even in high school yet! I love my sisters; I do, but some times everything's just so hard.
Sometimes I wonder if I was switched at birth. Maybe my real parents and siblings are as much rejects as me. But I know that's not true. Every family has the ugly child, the freak, and that's just me. Freak loser reject Piper, nerdy by nature, because, of course, I'm really smart too, and that's just so valued in high school. Not. Even my teachers hate me. They think I'm a show off because I haven't gotten anything lower that an -A, ever. It doesn't matter anyway; I think my loserness goes way beyond grades; even Prue won't talk to me at school. But, maybe it's an unconscious decision; maybe she doesn't realize she does it. Maybe.
It's another Saturday night with me home all alone. I'm always alone, but I have no friends, so why wouldn't I be? Its not like I'm bored though, I've learned to adjust. I read and I write - a lot. Most of the time I have my head buried in a notebook scribbling away at one story or another.
I'm always the heroine in my stories, that's why I like writing, I have control, I can make the story be about anything I want and I can re-do myself too. I'm always confident in my stories, popular, and beautiful, in other words, I'm always Prue.
I should write now, I have nothing else to do; I've already done all my homework yesterday. God, I'm probably the only person who does all her homework on a Friday night. I pull out a notebook from my backpack and open to a blank page, starting to write even before I've thought of anything. I write fervently for almost an hour before stopping. I look down at my notebook and realize I wasn't writing a story at all, just a boring diary entry, like I'd ever want to remember my day at school let alone write it down on paper. School is like hell for me. I hate it so much. Everyone makes fun of me. Everyone.
Today someone stuck a post it on my back that said 'Piper Loser Halliwell' on it and I didn't even know until my math teacher, Mr. Brown asked me what was on my back in front of the entire class, and then Kelley pulled it off and read it aloud. The whole class laughed at me. It was so humiliating. Even Mr. Brown smiled a little. It's pathetic when teachers laugh at you. Really pathetic.
I should be used to it by now though. Stuff like that happens to me everyday. At least I've learned how to hide my feelings and wait to cry until I get home. If I cried in front of everyone it would just make things worse for me. A tear rolls own my cheek, but I wipe it away quickly as I hear the front door slam - Phoebes home.
A few minutes later she walks into our room, grabs a CD and walks back out again. There's no 'Hi Piper' or 'What's up', she doesn't even look at me. Since when did I become invisible to my own sister? I'm used to having no friends, but how can I be losing my sister too? Oh well, I'm sure she'll talk to me again sometime, and if not, there's always Grams. I crawl into bed and decide to go to bed early, I just don't want to think about my day any more. But I really don't want to wake up to the next one either, at least its not a school day tomorrow.
I wake up the next morning to Prue and Phoebe screaming at each other. They fight all the time. I wish Prue or Phoebe would care enough about me to fight with me, but then I wouldn't be invisible, then they'd actually have to take an interest in what I was doing to fight with me about it. But, I shouldn't be so bitter about them. Prue and Phoebe deserve to be happy and popular, even if I can't be. I cringe under the covers as I hear Phoebe start to cry loudly. I think Prue might have hit her. I can heart Grams yelling at the both of them, so Phoebe must not be too hurt.
A few minutes later Phoebe stomps into our room, still half crying, but mostly whining. She always whines when she doesn't get her way. "I hate Prue" Phoebe tells me. "Hate her. Hate her. Hate her." "Why?" I ask, I don't really care because I know that in an hour they'll be friends again, but I feel it's an obligatory question and at least it gets me noticed. For a little while anyway. "Because" Phoebe pouts "All I did was barrow her new skirt, and she freaked out." "And?" I ask. There's got to be more to that story than just what she told me. "Well. I sort of spilled a Coke on it, but I didn't mean to and when Prue found out she took my favorite skirt and ripped a big hole in it." Phoebe sighed dramatically, like having her skirt ruined was the worst thing in the world and I couldn't help but smirk a little; Prue was just paying her back, but of course, I didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I just nodded, trying to look sympathetic. "Well, Pheebs, you can barrow any of my clothes, if you want" I offer, trying to cheer her up. "Um, no thanks, Piper. That's okay" Phoebe replies and I look down at my jeans and a tank top wondering what could possibly be wrong with them. Just because my clothes aren't low cut like Prue's or super tight like Phoebe's doesn't mean they're not cool. Well, maybe their not, but still Phoebe could have just agreed. It wouldn't have killed her. Oh well, she didn't mean anything by it. I'm just being too sensitive.
"Hey Piper" Prue says a little while later, walking in to my room, "I have absolutely nothing to do, want to go to the movies or something?" "Aren't you grounded," I ask, remembering Phoebe's skirt. "Nope, Grams said we were even, so neither of us gets punished, this time. So, do you want to go, or not?" "Yeah, yes, Prue" I tell her, barely able to contain my excitement. Prue's going to the movies with me, I can't believe it! She's going to hang out with me, in public. "Let me just get my shoes" I tell her excitedly. I can't believe I'm actually going to do something this weekend, beside reading or homework. I pull on my sandals as fast as I can and run down stairs to meet Prue, but I stop out side the door to the kitchen as I hear Prue on the phone. "Alex!" Prue giggles and then pauses, "No, I'm not doing anything, Yeah, I'd love to come over. Uh-huh. Okay, bye" Prue's not going with me after all. Not doing anything, that's what she said. Prue walks out for the kitchen to see me standing there "Oh, hi Piper, um, I can't go to the movies after all." I just nod as she continues "Alex Bradford just asked me to come over, and you know, it's Alex, I can't say no. You're not mad are you?" Prue asks me. Mad? No, crushed, hurt, near tears, but not mad. "No" I squeak as Prue saunters out the door. I sigh. It figures, Alex Bradford was one of the most popular seniors at our school last year and now he goes to Cal State so, even to Prue, who's a senior now, Alex calling would be a big deal. But, I still can't believe she ditched me. I burst into tears and run upstairs, happy that Phoebe went to the mall a few hours ago, so she wouldn't be around to see me cry. I stay in my room the rest of the day and even tell Grams that I don't feel well so I can't come down to dinner. I just don't want to see anyone now, especially not Prue, although I can hear her laugh with Phoebe down stairs, so I guess she had a good time at Alex's. "I know you're not really sick," Phoebe tells me as she puts her pajamas on that night. "Yes I am," I answer; I'm already in bed, with my back facing her. "Okay" Phoebe answers, but I can tell that she doesn't believe me. "Goodnight" she says turning off the light. "Night" I answer back and start to cry again once I can tell she's fallen asleep, I've learned to cry silently so Phoebe won't hear me and ask what's wrong. I really don't want to talk about it, with anyone. But I'd better stop crying soon or my eyes will still be all red and puffy in the morning then I won't be able to hide it from my sisters. I just hope I fall asleep soon.
A/N: Please write and review, I won't post the next chapter until I get at least 5 reviews, Okay? Thanks.
