The day the magic died in the Halliwell family, Patty cried. She cried until tears could no longer be shed. She begged Penny not to take away the only defense her girls had. She begged to not let them take away her white-lighter child, even though Penny hated her.
"You are a disgrace to this family. You know as well as I that you can not have a whitelighter-witch child. They will come after us..." Penny would say, despite her daughters protests. "We must bind their powers. All of theirs and never speak of magic to your real daughters-" she pointed to Prudence, Piper, and Phoebe Halliwell. "They shall never know of her-" she eyed the youngest one with great disgust. And with that, Patty was forced to give her up and bind her daughter's magic...
"Pruuuuuuuuue," Phoebe Halliwell called from the top of the stairs. "Pruuuuue, have you seen my car keys?" Prue sighed and looked over to the key rack by the back door. God, she is so...ignorant sometimes, Prue thought, rolling her eyes.
"Pheebs, they're on the key rack!" She called out, taking a sip of her coffe. Phoebe grabbed her backpack off her bed and rushed downstairs, finding Prue taking a sip of Coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Thanks," Phoebe grabbed them and sat down next to Prue. "You know, coffee will stunt your growth. And it's pretty sad that your baby Sis is taller than you...." Prue put the newspaper down and glarred at Phoebe.
"I'm 18, Pheebs. I don't think I have to worry about growing anymore. You-" Prue smiled at Phoebe and continued, "should drink as much as possible. I'm not liking that your taller than me." Piper came rushing in, and grabbed an apple, looking frantically at Phoebe.
"I hate to cut this Kodak moment short, but we have to get going if we're going to make it to school on time," Piper said, hurrying Phoebe out of the chair. Phoebe looked at Prue.
"I love you," Phoebe said, hoping she'd say it back.
"Mmmhmmm. I'll see you later," Prue responded. Phoebe's hopes dropped. Another day. What if something was to happen to me? She'd feel bad. Wouldn't she? She does love me, right? Phoebe thought, worriedly, running out of the door and into her car. Piper would kill her if she was late to class...again.
"Oh, look who it is," Paula said, disguestingly towards Phoebe and Piper. "It's Freebie and her dorkwad of a sister, The Pied Pipper." Paula smirked as her friends laughed.
"Shut up, bitch."
"Looks like Freebie is upset. Awww, poor little Freebie. Do you want me to stop?" Pipper remained quiet, praying that they'd stop soon enough. Too late. Phoebe had already hit Paula, making her nose bleed.
"I thought I told you to shut up. I think you need to learn the hard way..." Phoebe jumped on top of her and started throwing punches, without even looking where they were going. "God damn it. You little whore, I'm gonna mess you up so bad..."
"Go ahead and try, Freebie. Go ahead and try." By now, a crowd had gathered around shouting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" All of the sudden, it stopped and Phoebe could clearly see why. Princeple Snider had shown up.
"Stop it girls," Ms. Snider said, trying to break up the fight. Two gaurds had come with her and had to pry Phoebe off of Paula. Ms. Snider shook her head and pointed down the hall, where the two girls walked down with their heads hung low.
"Phoebe, this is the third fight this week. All on Paula. Why do insist on picking on my daughter?" Ms. Snider asked, looking sternly at her. Phoebe rolled her eyes in disguest.
"Just because she's your daughter doesn't excuse what she did. Everyday, she torments my sister be calling her unappropriate names. How am I suppose to ignor such verbal abuse? She's the one who needs to be talked to, not me." Phoebe retorted, her voice as loud as it could get.
"Please lower your voice." Ms. Snider's voice had gone cold. "Now, I have excused many, many, many of these incidents with a simple detention, considering what type of...of...family you come from, but I can not excuse this. I'm sorry, but I'm giving you a two-day suspension." Phoebe glared angerily at Ms. Snider.
" Excuse me? What's wrong with my family?"
"Oh, nothing, dear. It's just that you're a broken family. It's only your two older sisters taking care of you."
"There's nothing wrong with my family," Phoebe could feel the anger building up inside her.
"Okay, there is nothing wrong with your family."
"Don't call my Social Worker. Please, don't."
"I have to, Phoebe. Wait outside while I call your sister to pick you up." Phoebe, through gritted teeth, grabbed her stuff and walked outside.
"Why did you go after her, Phoebe? You knew that another screw up and the Social Worker was going to take you away!" Prue screamed at her, trying to keep her focus on the road, but found it extremely difficult. "Why?"
"I was standing up for Piper!" Phoebe screamed back. "You know she doesn't handle people picking on her well. I was doing something good!"
"Either way, the Social Worker is going to take you and Piper away. You don't understand, Pheebs. You just don't understand-" Her eyes started filling with tears and the road became blurry, making her swerve off the road. Prue quickly wipped her eyes and swerved back. "Phoebe, I don't want to loose any more." Phoebe looked down at her feet, feeling gulity. She had thought she was doing something good. Standing up for her sister was good. Wasn't it? She questioned.
"I'm sorry, okay. Maybe - maybe I can convince the Social Worker that it was an honest mistake that won't happen again," Phoebe suggested.
"Drop it, Phoebe. Just drop it."
"You are a disgrace to this family. You know as well as I that you can not have a whitelighter-witch child. They will come after us..." Penny would say, despite her daughters protests. "We must bind their powers. All of theirs and never speak of magic to your real daughters-" she pointed to Prudence, Piper, and Phoebe Halliwell. "They shall never know of her-" she eyed the youngest one with great disgust. And with that, Patty was forced to give her up and bind her daughter's magic...
"Pruuuuuuuuue," Phoebe Halliwell called from the top of the stairs. "Pruuuuue, have you seen my car keys?" Prue sighed and looked over to the key rack by the back door. God, she is so...ignorant sometimes, Prue thought, rolling her eyes.
"Pheebs, they're on the key rack!" She called out, taking a sip of her coffe. Phoebe grabbed her backpack off her bed and rushed downstairs, finding Prue taking a sip of Coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Thanks," Phoebe grabbed them and sat down next to Prue. "You know, coffee will stunt your growth. And it's pretty sad that your baby Sis is taller than you...." Prue put the newspaper down and glarred at Phoebe.
"I'm 18, Pheebs. I don't think I have to worry about growing anymore. You-" Prue smiled at Phoebe and continued, "should drink as much as possible. I'm not liking that your taller than me." Piper came rushing in, and grabbed an apple, looking frantically at Phoebe.
"I hate to cut this Kodak moment short, but we have to get going if we're going to make it to school on time," Piper said, hurrying Phoebe out of the chair. Phoebe looked at Prue.
"I love you," Phoebe said, hoping she'd say it back.
"Mmmhmmm. I'll see you later," Prue responded. Phoebe's hopes dropped. Another day. What if something was to happen to me? She'd feel bad. Wouldn't she? She does love me, right? Phoebe thought, worriedly, running out of the door and into her car. Piper would kill her if she was late to class...again.
"Oh, look who it is," Paula said, disguestingly towards Phoebe and Piper. "It's Freebie and her dorkwad of a sister, The Pied Pipper." Paula smirked as her friends laughed.
"Shut up, bitch."
"Looks like Freebie is upset. Awww, poor little Freebie. Do you want me to stop?" Pipper remained quiet, praying that they'd stop soon enough. Too late. Phoebe had already hit Paula, making her nose bleed.
"I thought I told you to shut up. I think you need to learn the hard way..." Phoebe jumped on top of her and started throwing punches, without even looking where they were going. "God damn it. You little whore, I'm gonna mess you up so bad..."
"Go ahead and try, Freebie. Go ahead and try." By now, a crowd had gathered around shouting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" All of the sudden, it stopped and Phoebe could clearly see why. Princeple Snider had shown up.
"Stop it girls," Ms. Snider said, trying to break up the fight. Two gaurds had come with her and had to pry Phoebe off of Paula. Ms. Snider shook her head and pointed down the hall, where the two girls walked down with their heads hung low.
"Phoebe, this is the third fight this week. All on Paula. Why do insist on picking on my daughter?" Ms. Snider asked, looking sternly at her. Phoebe rolled her eyes in disguest.
"Just because she's your daughter doesn't excuse what she did. Everyday, she torments my sister be calling her unappropriate names. How am I suppose to ignor such verbal abuse? She's the one who needs to be talked to, not me." Phoebe retorted, her voice as loud as it could get.
"Please lower your voice." Ms. Snider's voice had gone cold. "Now, I have excused many, many, many of these incidents with a simple detention, considering what type of...of...family you come from, but I can not excuse this. I'm sorry, but I'm giving you a two-day suspension." Phoebe glared angerily at Ms. Snider.
" Excuse me? What's wrong with my family?"
"Oh, nothing, dear. It's just that you're a broken family. It's only your two older sisters taking care of you."
"There's nothing wrong with my family," Phoebe could feel the anger building up inside her.
"Okay, there is nothing wrong with your family."
"Don't call my Social Worker. Please, don't."
"I have to, Phoebe. Wait outside while I call your sister to pick you up." Phoebe, through gritted teeth, grabbed her stuff and walked outside.
"Why did you go after her, Phoebe? You knew that another screw up and the Social Worker was going to take you away!" Prue screamed at her, trying to keep her focus on the road, but found it extremely difficult. "Why?"
"I was standing up for Piper!" Phoebe screamed back. "You know she doesn't handle people picking on her well. I was doing something good!"
"Either way, the Social Worker is going to take you and Piper away. You don't understand, Pheebs. You just don't understand-" Her eyes started filling with tears and the road became blurry, making her swerve off the road. Prue quickly wipped her eyes and swerved back. "Phoebe, I don't want to loose any more." Phoebe looked down at her feet, feeling gulity. She had thought she was doing something good. Standing up for her sister was good. Wasn't it? She questioned.
"I'm sorry, okay. Maybe - maybe I can convince the Social Worker that it was an honest mistake that won't happen again," Phoebe suggested.
"Drop it, Phoebe. Just drop it."