NOTE: i admit, i borrowed some of the script from Ms.Hellfire for this
part....
Speaking of Darryl not knowing that they were witches...
Paris' alarm clock went off at 6:30 am. Unlike her mother, always the last one down and the first one up, Paris is more like....Last one down, last one up. Mostly late to school, but always on time when its something important, say, like going to the movies with a cute guy or some friends. Paris hit the snooze button for another 10 minutes, and lay facing the door of her bedroom. She could hear the shower, knowing it was her mother, and could hear Piper plodding along the floor. The same every morning since she could remember. Phoebe would come screaming down the corridor at half past 7, kicking Paris out of the bathroom just as Paris finished in there. Smiling to herself, then frowning because the radio on her alarm had come back on. Groaning and rolling out of bed, rolling too much and falling THROUGH the floor. Paris landed downstairs, on the kitchen floor. Her scream brought Phoebe running into the room. "Are you alright?". Groaning a little, Paris turned over and looked at the ceiling, expecting to see a hole....but it was intact. Phoebe followed Paris gaze, and judging from the bewildered expression on Paris face, and the fact that the girl had only a tee-shirt and some shorts on, that something was up. "How did you get down here sweetie?" Paris sat up slowly, clutching her back. "Ouch. LEO!" Blue swirly lights entered the room and Leo appeared. "Ouch" Paris repeated, pointing to a huge bruise that had started appearing on her leg, along with a few scratches. Leo begins to heal her as Paris explains. "I fell out of bed...and landed down here. I think I...fell through the floor." Looking to Leo, Phoebe said, "Leo? Is that a power progression?" "I dont know, I'll check with the Elders" Leo orbed out. Paris got up and looked at the wall in front of her. "Shall I try it?" "Be careful" Paris walked steadily towards the wall, then as she touched it with her right hand, she pushed her arm through it, her right hand sticking out the other side of the wall. "Cool!" Phoebe couldnt help feeling a little resentful, her powers hadnt progressed at all, but she had to remember that Paris had her powers all her life, and they only progressed when Paris was ready for them to, otherwise she might get too strong for someone so young. _______________________________________________________________________
Opening her wardrobe, Paris runs her hands across her clothes, before settling on a pair of dark blue jeans with a black polo neck that shows just a little of her pale stomach. Pushing the sleeves up to her elbows, Paris shuts the doors of her wardrobe and walks to her dressing table, running a brush through her just-streaked-with-red hair, which she spent most of her 14th birthday money on, which her mom and Aunt Piper was not happy about, but Aunt Phoebe loved it as always. Aunt Phoebe was the coolest, when it came to shopping. Except she always goes in the tanning booths...Spritzing herself with perfume, putting her favourite gold hooped earrings in, and checking that her gold bracelet that was the last thing her father, Andy, brought her, was still there, which it was, Paris grabbed her lipgloss, black bag and walked down the stairs, stopping at the top to look in the mirror.
Downstairs, Piper walked into the kitchen from the backdoor, after talking to Dan for a good half an hour. "Morning", she said, a grin on her face. "Hi." To Prue "Do you recognize that person?" "I don't know, she looks vaguely familiar. Kind of like a sister we used to have. And Aunt of a young nice, Paris. What was her name? Pi.P." "Pi.Pippy?" "Pipper?" "Whatever happened to her?" "I don't know. She fell in lust with the next door neighbour, started spending all her time there." "That's because she could, for the first time in months, her life was nice and calm and normal. I don't even care that it's Friday.", replied Piper to her sisters' sarcastic comments "Shh! Don't even say it." Phoebe told her sister. "The 13th. See, I said it and nothing happened." Suddenly someone started shooting through the windows of the house. Prue, Piper, and Phoebe run across the dining room and into the living room. Paris ran down a few of the steps and leaned over the banister. Prue and Phoebe dived behind the couch, while Piper stood on the other side of the room. "Mom, Piper, Phoebe!" "Stay up there Paris" "Whats going on?" Sarcastically, Phoebe replied, "Someones shooting at us!" Shooting? Weird. Something caught Paris eye and she managed to divert a bullet from Pipers face, and into the wall above her. Trying to duck and get rid of bullets at the same time was proving hard because, although she had a better view than her mom and her aunts, it wasnt that good and didnt want to risk getting shot. Phoebe, shouting to Piper "I told you not to say it! "Oh, so this is my fault?" came Pipers reply. Wonder if is? Maybe I jinxed us for the day...But our lives are jinxed anyway. And blessed. "Run!" Prue shouted, waving a hand to her sister. "No!" "Get your butt over here right..." Piper ran past the table and froze the bullets and glass that's coming towards her. Piper hides behind the couch. The person stops shooting and they peek over the top of the couch and the person starts shooting again. They duck behind the couch. "What should I do?", called Paris from the stairs. "Oh, like I need this today." Prue said, her mind on her job, and her daughter upstairs "Stay there sweetie." The person stops shooting. "Since when do demons use bullets?", Paris said, saying her thoughts out loud. "Maybe it's not a demon." "Who else would want to kill you?" Paris replied to Piper. That question was a little naive, because as Paris got older, as she studied the book, her powers grew, got stronger, and a year later, just after her 15th birthday, she got another power, making it three.
Speaking of Darryl not knowing that they were witches...
Paris' alarm clock went off at 6:30 am. Unlike her mother, always the last one down and the first one up, Paris is more like....Last one down, last one up. Mostly late to school, but always on time when its something important, say, like going to the movies with a cute guy or some friends. Paris hit the snooze button for another 10 minutes, and lay facing the door of her bedroom. She could hear the shower, knowing it was her mother, and could hear Piper plodding along the floor. The same every morning since she could remember. Phoebe would come screaming down the corridor at half past 7, kicking Paris out of the bathroom just as Paris finished in there. Smiling to herself, then frowning because the radio on her alarm had come back on. Groaning and rolling out of bed, rolling too much and falling THROUGH the floor. Paris landed downstairs, on the kitchen floor. Her scream brought Phoebe running into the room. "Are you alright?". Groaning a little, Paris turned over and looked at the ceiling, expecting to see a hole....but it was intact. Phoebe followed Paris gaze, and judging from the bewildered expression on Paris face, and the fact that the girl had only a tee-shirt and some shorts on, that something was up. "How did you get down here sweetie?" Paris sat up slowly, clutching her back. "Ouch. LEO!" Blue swirly lights entered the room and Leo appeared. "Ouch" Paris repeated, pointing to a huge bruise that had started appearing on her leg, along with a few scratches. Leo begins to heal her as Paris explains. "I fell out of bed...and landed down here. I think I...fell through the floor." Looking to Leo, Phoebe said, "Leo? Is that a power progression?" "I dont know, I'll check with the Elders" Leo orbed out. Paris got up and looked at the wall in front of her. "Shall I try it?" "Be careful" Paris walked steadily towards the wall, then as she touched it with her right hand, she pushed her arm through it, her right hand sticking out the other side of the wall. "Cool!" Phoebe couldnt help feeling a little resentful, her powers hadnt progressed at all, but she had to remember that Paris had her powers all her life, and they only progressed when Paris was ready for them to, otherwise she might get too strong for someone so young. _______________________________________________________________________
Opening her wardrobe, Paris runs her hands across her clothes, before settling on a pair of dark blue jeans with a black polo neck that shows just a little of her pale stomach. Pushing the sleeves up to her elbows, Paris shuts the doors of her wardrobe and walks to her dressing table, running a brush through her just-streaked-with-red hair, which she spent most of her 14th birthday money on, which her mom and Aunt Piper was not happy about, but Aunt Phoebe loved it as always. Aunt Phoebe was the coolest, when it came to shopping. Except she always goes in the tanning booths...Spritzing herself with perfume, putting her favourite gold hooped earrings in, and checking that her gold bracelet that was the last thing her father, Andy, brought her, was still there, which it was, Paris grabbed her lipgloss, black bag and walked down the stairs, stopping at the top to look in the mirror.
Downstairs, Piper walked into the kitchen from the backdoor, after talking to Dan for a good half an hour. "Morning", she said, a grin on her face. "Hi." To Prue "Do you recognize that person?" "I don't know, she looks vaguely familiar. Kind of like a sister we used to have. And Aunt of a young nice, Paris. What was her name? Pi.P." "Pi.Pippy?" "Pipper?" "Whatever happened to her?" "I don't know. She fell in lust with the next door neighbour, started spending all her time there." "That's because she could, for the first time in months, her life was nice and calm and normal. I don't even care that it's Friday.", replied Piper to her sisters' sarcastic comments "Shh! Don't even say it." Phoebe told her sister. "The 13th. See, I said it and nothing happened." Suddenly someone started shooting through the windows of the house. Prue, Piper, and Phoebe run across the dining room and into the living room. Paris ran down a few of the steps and leaned over the banister. Prue and Phoebe dived behind the couch, while Piper stood on the other side of the room. "Mom, Piper, Phoebe!" "Stay up there Paris" "Whats going on?" Sarcastically, Phoebe replied, "Someones shooting at us!" Shooting? Weird. Something caught Paris eye and she managed to divert a bullet from Pipers face, and into the wall above her. Trying to duck and get rid of bullets at the same time was proving hard because, although she had a better view than her mom and her aunts, it wasnt that good and didnt want to risk getting shot. Phoebe, shouting to Piper "I told you not to say it! "Oh, so this is my fault?" came Pipers reply. Wonder if is? Maybe I jinxed us for the day...But our lives are jinxed anyway. And blessed. "Run!" Prue shouted, waving a hand to her sister. "No!" "Get your butt over here right..." Piper ran past the table and froze the bullets and glass that's coming towards her. Piper hides behind the couch. The person stops shooting and they peek over the top of the couch and the person starts shooting again. They duck behind the couch. "What should I do?", called Paris from the stairs. "Oh, like I need this today." Prue said, her mind on her job, and her daughter upstairs "Stay there sweetie." The person stops shooting. "Since when do demons use bullets?", Paris said, saying her thoughts out loud. "Maybe it's not a demon." "Who else would want to kill you?" Paris replied to Piper. That question was a little naive, because as Paris got older, as she studied the book, her powers grew, got stronger, and a year later, just after her 15th birthday, she got another power, making it three.