Phoebe Halliwell awoke for the second time that morning to the sound of the
phone ringing. Rolling over and squinting her eyes at the open door she
slumped back under the covers and put her pillow over her head, "Go away!"
she shouted at the phone. Finally it stopped ringing and Phoebe reluctantly
got up and out of bed, she was hungry. Wandering downstairs she could hear
her stomach rumble and she poked her head into the fridge, looking for a
snack, and breakfast, lunch and dessert if she started feeling ambitious.
As she piled things up on the countertop, Phoebe couldn't help but thinking
about how she'd snapped at Lydia. Glancing over at the phone she hesitantly
picked it up to dial her number. When Lydia's mother picked up she hung up
quickly and looked at her watch, "Shoot, it's only 11..."
Half an hour later the bottomless pit had been nearly filled and Phoebe reluctantly scolded herself and pulled her backpack over to the couch. Dumping it out on the coffee table she struggled to keep all of the loose- leaf papers in a manageable stack. Phoebe knew she had a lot of studying she needed to do to make up for the day of class she'd missed, but she just couldn't concentrate on history when she knew she'd lost her best friend. Phoebe took out her history book and a pad of paper to begin doing the questions at the end of the chapter she was supposed to have read for the day. Tapping her pencil on the pad of paper she flipped back and forth through the book trying to find the answers to the questions, 'When am I ever going to need to know about the Salem Witch Trials?' she asked herself.
As Phoebe continued studying and doing her assignments she didn't even notice how quickly the time flew by on the old grandfather clock. She was shocked when she heard it chime 2. 'Have I really been working on all this for over 2 hours?' she questioned herself, checking the large black watch she wore around her wrist. Putting away her books and papers she realized that she'd finished all of her homework and felt astonishingly prepared for her classes, even for pop-quizzes that may arise in the future. "This is insane!" Phoebe called out to the empty house. Hearing her words echo back to her Phoebe decided to go upstairs and plan out what she would say to Lydia when she finally got through to the girl. As she forced herself to go upstairs she began to feel tired, as though the whole day had already passed. Jotting down a few notes on the notepad she kept in her nightstand Phoebe leaned back on her pillow and closed her eyes for just a second...
"Phoebe, we're home!" Piper called as she dumped her backpack in the front hall of the manor. Checking the message machine she was surprised to hear Phoebes friend Lydia stumbling over her words trying to leave a message. Phoebe always picked up the phone when she was home, the girl had the gift of gab and wasn't afraid to use it at all hours of the day or night. Wondering if perhaps she'd given her sister an excuse to run wild over the city of San Francisco Piper hurried upstairs before Prue had a chance to interrogate Piper over Phoebes whereabouts. "Phoebe, you'd better be in your room or I swear."
Piper stopped short at the sight she saw. Phoebe was lying on her bed, twisted in a pretzel, snoring softly. Not wanting to wake her Piper gently pulled a blanket over her baby sister and closed the door on her way out. Stopping Prue in the hallway and backing her over to the stairs she whispered, "Prue, she's sleeping, maybe we should just let her be."
"Fine, but we're talking about this at supper tonight, and she is not getting out of the dishes this time!" Prue was angry, she demanded respect for herself and Piper from Phoebe and she was going to get it, even if it meant yelling at everyone to get her point across. Frustrated Prue stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen where she tried to get some studying done for her early class the next morning. Phoebe needed to get her act together, simple as that; it wasn't fair to her or Piper that Phoebe was causing tension in the family. Prue tried to shake off the thoughts of responsibility as she read over the pages of Spanish notes from her class; she was expected to be fluent in the language, but at this point she was anything but.
Piper tried to think of a good dish to make for her sisters, it had to be a peaceful dish, and definitely not something that could be thrown. Going through the fridge and kitchen cabinets she finally settled on chicken soup. It had always relaxed her when she was a little kid, and this family needed to be calm for the start of supper, even if it wouldn't be calm at the end. As Piper got out a pot filled with chicken broth that she'd made a couple days earlier, she prayed that everything would be fixed tonight. In a couple days Grams would be home and Piper wouldn't have to feel like she was in charge of the two constant bickering sisters that she loved. Brushing her hair out of her face Piper reached over to sprinkle some kosher salt and pepper into the boiling broth for seasoning. The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of homemade chicken soup and Piper closed her eyes as she inhaled the comforting aroma. Jumping back from the stove, Piper was startled when the phone began ringing.
Half an hour later the bottomless pit had been nearly filled and Phoebe reluctantly scolded herself and pulled her backpack over to the couch. Dumping it out on the coffee table she struggled to keep all of the loose- leaf papers in a manageable stack. Phoebe knew she had a lot of studying she needed to do to make up for the day of class she'd missed, but she just couldn't concentrate on history when she knew she'd lost her best friend. Phoebe took out her history book and a pad of paper to begin doing the questions at the end of the chapter she was supposed to have read for the day. Tapping her pencil on the pad of paper she flipped back and forth through the book trying to find the answers to the questions, 'When am I ever going to need to know about the Salem Witch Trials?' she asked herself.
As Phoebe continued studying and doing her assignments she didn't even notice how quickly the time flew by on the old grandfather clock. She was shocked when she heard it chime 2. 'Have I really been working on all this for over 2 hours?' she questioned herself, checking the large black watch she wore around her wrist. Putting away her books and papers she realized that she'd finished all of her homework and felt astonishingly prepared for her classes, even for pop-quizzes that may arise in the future. "This is insane!" Phoebe called out to the empty house. Hearing her words echo back to her Phoebe decided to go upstairs and plan out what she would say to Lydia when she finally got through to the girl. As she forced herself to go upstairs she began to feel tired, as though the whole day had already passed. Jotting down a few notes on the notepad she kept in her nightstand Phoebe leaned back on her pillow and closed her eyes for just a second...
"Phoebe, we're home!" Piper called as she dumped her backpack in the front hall of the manor. Checking the message machine she was surprised to hear Phoebes friend Lydia stumbling over her words trying to leave a message. Phoebe always picked up the phone when she was home, the girl had the gift of gab and wasn't afraid to use it at all hours of the day or night. Wondering if perhaps she'd given her sister an excuse to run wild over the city of San Francisco Piper hurried upstairs before Prue had a chance to interrogate Piper over Phoebes whereabouts. "Phoebe, you'd better be in your room or I swear."
Piper stopped short at the sight she saw. Phoebe was lying on her bed, twisted in a pretzel, snoring softly. Not wanting to wake her Piper gently pulled a blanket over her baby sister and closed the door on her way out. Stopping Prue in the hallway and backing her over to the stairs she whispered, "Prue, she's sleeping, maybe we should just let her be."
"Fine, but we're talking about this at supper tonight, and she is not getting out of the dishes this time!" Prue was angry, she demanded respect for herself and Piper from Phoebe and she was going to get it, even if it meant yelling at everyone to get her point across. Frustrated Prue stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen where she tried to get some studying done for her early class the next morning. Phoebe needed to get her act together, simple as that; it wasn't fair to her or Piper that Phoebe was causing tension in the family. Prue tried to shake off the thoughts of responsibility as she read over the pages of Spanish notes from her class; she was expected to be fluent in the language, but at this point she was anything but.
Piper tried to think of a good dish to make for her sisters, it had to be a peaceful dish, and definitely not something that could be thrown. Going through the fridge and kitchen cabinets she finally settled on chicken soup. It had always relaxed her when she was a little kid, and this family needed to be calm for the start of supper, even if it wouldn't be calm at the end. As Piper got out a pot filled with chicken broth that she'd made a couple days earlier, she prayed that everything would be fixed tonight. In a couple days Grams would be home and Piper wouldn't have to feel like she was in charge of the two constant bickering sisters that she loved. Brushing her hair out of her face Piper reached over to sprinkle some kosher salt and pepper into the boiling broth for seasoning. The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of homemade chicken soup and Piper closed her eyes as she inhaled the comforting aroma. Jumping back from the stove, Piper was startled when the phone began ringing.