Disclaimers: Ah, I own Cassandra and the Professor, no one else. *sobs* All
Charmed people are owned by the people that own them, not me. Hehe.
A/N: Don't remark on the first sentence. I can't remember math. It was random words strung together. LOL.
Chapter Two
"The square root of forty-five can be subtracted by the." Professor Bevvington droned on to the bored class, scribbling formulas and numbers on the blackboard at a great pace. Paige leant forwards, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, and stared at her desk, deep in thought about her biological family. She felt someone nudge her shoulder and turned to see her best friend Cassandra Stevens looking at her in concern.
"Paige, are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"You totally zoned out."
"No, I was just - thinking." Paige replied in a whisper, glancing up at the front to see if the professor had heard them talking. He had his back to the class now, concentrating hard on writing a sequence of numbers, and the other students were busy in their own activities.
"About what?"
Paige shrugged, not willing to tell her secret, at least not yet. "Nothing, really."
"C'mon, Paige. We're best friends. We tell each other everything."
With a reluctant sigh, Paige picked up her pen and started tapping it on her text book for distraction as she spoke. "You know I was fostered, right?"
Cassandra nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Well - I found this letter. From my biological mother. It had her address on it. I don't know whether to go and - see them."
The fourteen-year-old blinked, surprised. "Whoa. Now that is what happens in films, not real life. I say go for it."
"What if they don't like me? What if my foster parents find out and throw me out?"
"First off, who couldn't like you? Secondly, Paige, your foster parents took into account that one day you'd find your biological parents when they adopted you, knowing you weren't orphan. They wouldn't throw you out, of course not."
Sighing deeply, Paige doodled on her algebra text book. "I'm just - the letter said I have three sisters. They could be people I know - or total bitches that will make my life hell. Or even worse I might really like them and then never get to see them again."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Paige, you worry way too much. How many times have I told you that?"
Paige giggled. "Oh, at least four or five times a day."
"Right, okay, now you listen, and you listen good, missy. Stop listening to all these questions inside your head. The only way you're going to get them answered is to go and see your family. So what are you gonna do?"
Jumping up, Paige grinned. "I'm gonna go and see them."
"Miss Matthews! Sit down!" Professor Bevvington bellowed.
"Wait. now?"
Paige looked at Cassandra, her eyes dancing with mischief. Giggling, Cassandra grabbed her bag and leapt to her feet.
"Miss Matthews! Miss Stevens!"
"Sorry, Professor." Paige said quickly, darting out of the room, and giving the teacher a cheeky wave.
"I demand you girls get back in here now!"
"Walk out!" An idiotic boy yelled, running out after the two friends. There was a clatter of chairs, books closing and the entire class piled out, ignoring the professor's furious yells.
"See what you did." Cassandra whispered to Paige as they ran down the steps to the bus stop.
"Oh, well, that's life." Paige reached into her bag and pulled out several notes.
"So - where are you going?" Cassandra asked casually.
"San Francisco."
"San Francisco?! Paige, that's like - ten hours away! Your parents are gonna freak."
"So I'll phone them. I've got my cell." Paige gave Cassandra a quick hug. "I'll come back as soon as I can. And - thanks, Cass."
Cassandra watched as Paige boarded the bus, and ordered a ticket to the coach station. She raised her hand in a sad sort of wave. "Take care, and don't do anything that I wouldn't do!"
A/N: Don't remark on the first sentence. I can't remember math. It was random words strung together. LOL.
Chapter Two
"The square root of forty-five can be subtracted by the." Professor Bevvington droned on to the bored class, scribbling formulas and numbers on the blackboard at a great pace. Paige leant forwards, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, and stared at her desk, deep in thought about her biological family. She felt someone nudge her shoulder and turned to see her best friend Cassandra Stevens looking at her in concern.
"Paige, are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"You totally zoned out."
"No, I was just - thinking." Paige replied in a whisper, glancing up at the front to see if the professor had heard them talking. He had his back to the class now, concentrating hard on writing a sequence of numbers, and the other students were busy in their own activities.
"About what?"
Paige shrugged, not willing to tell her secret, at least not yet. "Nothing, really."
"C'mon, Paige. We're best friends. We tell each other everything."
With a reluctant sigh, Paige picked up her pen and started tapping it on her text book for distraction as she spoke. "You know I was fostered, right?"
Cassandra nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Well - I found this letter. From my biological mother. It had her address on it. I don't know whether to go and - see them."
The fourteen-year-old blinked, surprised. "Whoa. Now that is what happens in films, not real life. I say go for it."
"What if they don't like me? What if my foster parents find out and throw me out?"
"First off, who couldn't like you? Secondly, Paige, your foster parents took into account that one day you'd find your biological parents when they adopted you, knowing you weren't orphan. They wouldn't throw you out, of course not."
Sighing deeply, Paige doodled on her algebra text book. "I'm just - the letter said I have three sisters. They could be people I know - or total bitches that will make my life hell. Or even worse I might really like them and then never get to see them again."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Paige, you worry way too much. How many times have I told you that?"
Paige giggled. "Oh, at least four or five times a day."
"Right, okay, now you listen, and you listen good, missy. Stop listening to all these questions inside your head. The only way you're going to get them answered is to go and see your family. So what are you gonna do?"
Jumping up, Paige grinned. "I'm gonna go and see them."
"Miss Matthews! Sit down!" Professor Bevvington bellowed.
"Wait. now?"
Paige looked at Cassandra, her eyes dancing with mischief. Giggling, Cassandra grabbed her bag and leapt to her feet.
"Miss Matthews! Miss Stevens!"
"Sorry, Professor." Paige said quickly, darting out of the room, and giving the teacher a cheeky wave.
"I demand you girls get back in here now!"
"Walk out!" An idiotic boy yelled, running out after the two friends. There was a clatter of chairs, books closing and the entire class piled out, ignoring the professor's furious yells.
"See what you did." Cassandra whispered to Paige as they ran down the steps to the bus stop.
"Oh, well, that's life." Paige reached into her bag and pulled out several notes.
"So - where are you going?" Cassandra asked casually.
"San Francisco."
"San Francisco?! Paige, that's like - ten hours away! Your parents are gonna freak."
"So I'll phone them. I've got my cell." Paige gave Cassandra a quick hug. "I'll come back as soon as I can. And - thanks, Cass."
Cassandra watched as Paige boarded the bus, and ordered a ticket to the coach station. She raised her hand in a sad sort of wave. "Take care, and don't do anything that I wouldn't do!"