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All these things I have done
To my little, little sister
When I try to support her,
She don't believe me
Why should she?
I hurt her.
I'm mean. I hurt her . . .
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Paige woke up to an unfamiliar place, with two people standing above her. She felt dizzy, and she felt like there was something missing in her.
"Are you okay, Paige?" Amanda asked, looking concerned.
"Um . . . "Paige wasn't sure. She had no idea who these two people were, although she was pretty sure that she had met them before. They both had white-blonde hair and gray eyes with a hint of blue in them. "What happened?"
"You fainted." Amanda said. "We were really worried. Were you sick or something?"
"Not that I know of. By the way, who are you?" Paige asked, feeling bad because obviously they had been taking care of her.
"You don't remember?" Xander asked. Paige shook her head. "I'm Xander and this is my sister, Amanda. We met in the coffee shop where you were crying." All of the sudden, a flood of memories hit Paige like a title wave. Pictures were flying through her mind of her sisters and of Alexander and Amanda.
"I think I have to go home." Paige said. She looked at the clock. It was four in the morning.
"I think that's a good idea, Paige, but why? Weren't you just in a big fight with your sisters?" Xander asked.
"I was. That's right." Paige said, but she knew deep down that it was stupid and she should go back home to let them know that she was okay. They must have been worried sick about her, anyway. "But I need to get home."
"Alright. Do you know the way? You said, when I met you, that you had no idea how long you were driving." Xander said. He was worried about what happened to Paige. She was practically ready to forget all about her sisters, and then she passed out. When she woke up she wanted to go back home. It was just too weird.
"I'll take you home, Paige." Amanda said, "Oh, but you have your car."
"Yeah. Maybe you can just give me directions?" Paige suggested, standing up and walking around.
"Sure. I'll be right back." Amanda said, slowly walking out of the room to go get paper and a pen to write down how to get to San Francisco.
"Thanks." Paige mumbled.
As soon as Amanda had gotten out of earshot, Xander looked at Paige, shocked. "WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU!?" He screamed. "First, you don't want anything to do with your older sisters, and now, nothing has happened, but you want to go back home? Not that I'm complaining, I think it's great that you want to go back, but you obviously need some help. So, what happened when you passed out?"
"I'm not sure." Paige replied quietly, surprised that Xander yelled at her like that. "It's just that . . . after I woke up, I couldn't remember anything that happened in the couple of days. The only thing I thought was that I needed to go home with my sisters." Paige took a breath. "Then, after I remembered everything that was going on, I guess I just realized that my sisters must be worried and that I should go home."
"Okay . . . "Xander said, "Whatever you say, Paige."
"Thank you for everything, you guys. I'll be going now." Paige muttered as she took the paper from Amanda and began walking towards the front door.
"Do you need anything before you go, Paige?" Amanda asked. "You can stay for a while if you want."
"No, I'm good." Paige scurried out the door, eager to get home to here sisters.
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Paige got out of her VW and walked up to the door. She tapped the doorbell, not knowing for sure if she was welcome back in the house. She knew they'd forgive her, but she didn't want to be rude, after all, they could always un-invite her.
Piper opened the door and looked at Paige. "Can I help you?"
"Piper! Hi!" Paige screeched.
"Who are you?" Piper asked.
"Who is it, Piper?" A male voice yelled from upstairs.
Piper looked at Paige, waiting for her to answer the question.
"Um, I'm Paige . . ." Paige said, confused. Did Piper really not know who she was or was she just pretending to give her a hard time, somehow that didn't sound like Piper.
"Oh, are you the babysitter?" Piper asked, "PRUE!" she yelled behind her. A man and a woman stepped down the stairs. The woman, small with black hair and surprisingly blue eyes stood next to Piper.
"Who is it, Piper?" she asked.
"Hey, Prue. I think this is the babysitter you called for Melinda."
"Prue?" Paige squeaked. "You're, um, supposed to be . . . dead."
"What? Now, come on. That's not very funny." The man said, standing behind Piper wrapping his arms around her waist.
Paige just stood in the doorway, silent. What was going on, who were these people and how did Prue get back from the dead?
"No, that's not the babysitter. The babysitter is only sixteen years old." Prue said softly.
"Well then who is she?" The man behind Piper asked.
"My name . . . is Paige." Paige muttered unsurely. "I am your sister." She looked at Piper and Prue to see their reaction. They just looked at her.
"Really?" Piper asked cynically.
"Yes, well your half sister actually. From your mom's side." Paige said. "I am a witch too."
"Oh, you're a witch?" Prue laughed. "PHOEBE! CALL THE COPS!" Phoebe walked up to join the conversation after Prue yelled at her.
"What? Why?" Phoebe questioned. "Who are you?"
"I am your sister. You know, the charmed ones? The power of three?" Paige tried to explain.
"What? How do you know what we called ourselves when we were little?" Phoebe asked. "Have you been stalking us?"
"No, I'm your sister. I lived with you before I ran away . . ."
"Oh really?" Prue asked, "How long ago was that?"
"Less than a week. You don't remember?" Paige was starting to get worried.
"Okay, I'll be right back. I see what you mean." Phoebe said, going into the manor's kitchen to call the police about the crazy lady who claimed to be magical and their long last sister.
About five minutes later, a cop car pulled up. "Who are you, lady?" The cop asked.
"She says her name is Paige, and she thinks she's a witch!" Piper laughed at the absurd idea of a witch, did she think she was from the Wizard of Oz or something?
"Go home, Paige." The second cop said. "Where do you live anyway?"
"THIS IS MY HOME!" Paige howled. "I live here, and I have for the past four years!"
"That's it," Cop one said, "You're coming with us."
"What? No! I—"
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A/N: Anybody get what's going on?? Review to guess or just to say what you think. I like input. Thank you for your reviews! Sorry I haven't written in so long!
Only son by: Liz Phair
To my little, little sister
When I try to support her,
She don't believe me
Why should she?
I hurt her.
I'm mean. I hurt her . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Paige woke up to an unfamiliar place, with two people standing above her. She felt dizzy, and she felt like there was something missing in her.
"Are you okay, Paige?" Amanda asked, looking concerned.
"Um . . . "Paige wasn't sure. She had no idea who these two people were, although she was pretty sure that she had met them before. They both had white-blonde hair and gray eyes with a hint of blue in them. "What happened?"
"You fainted." Amanda said. "We were really worried. Were you sick or something?"
"Not that I know of. By the way, who are you?" Paige asked, feeling bad because obviously they had been taking care of her.
"You don't remember?" Xander asked. Paige shook her head. "I'm Xander and this is my sister, Amanda. We met in the coffee shop where you were crying." All of the sudden, a flood of memories hit Paige like a title wave. Pictures were flying through her mind of her sisters and of Alexander and Amanda.
"I think I have to go home." Paige said. She looked at the clock. It was four in the morning.
"I think that's a good idea, Paige, but why? Weren't you just in a big fight with your sisters?" Xander asked.
"I was. That's right." Paige said, but she knew deep down that it was stupid and she should go back home to let them know that she was okay. They must have been worried sick about her, anyway. "But I need to get home."
"Alright. Do you know the way? You said, when I met you, that you had no idea how long you were driving." Xander said. He was worried about what happened to Paige. She was practically ready to forget all about her sisters, and then she passed out. When she woke up she wanted to go back home. It was just too weird.
"I'll take you home, Paige." Amanda said, "Oh, but you have your car."
"Yeah. Maybe you can just give me directions?" Paige suggested, standing up and walking around.
"Sure. I'll be right back." Amanda said, slowly walking out of the room to go get paper and a pen to write down how to get to San Francisco.
"Thanks." Paige mumbled.
As soon as Amanda had gotten out of earshot, Xander looked at Paige, shocked. "WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU!?" He screamed. "First, you don't want anything to do with your older sisters, and now, nothing has happened, but you want to go back home? Not that I'm complaining, I think it's great that you want to go back, but you obviously need some help. So, what happened when you passed out?"
"I'm not sure." Paige replied quietly, surprised that Xander yelled at her like that. "It's just that . . . after I woke up, I couldn't remember anything that happened in the couple of days. The only thing I thought was that I needed to go home with my sisters." Paige took a breath. "Then, after I remembered everything that was going on, I guess I just realized that my sisters must be worried and that I should go home."
"Okay . . . "Xander said, "Whatever you say, Paige."
"Thank you for everything, you guys. I'll be going now." Paige muttered as she took the paper from Amanda and began walking towards the front door.
"Do you need anything before you go, Paige?" Amanda asked. "You can stay for a while if you want."
"No, I'm good." Paige scurried out the door, eager to get home to here sisters.
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Paige got out of her VW and walked up to the door. She tapped the doorbell, not knowing for sure if she was welcome back in the house. She knew they'd forgive her, but she didn't want to be rude, after all, they could always un-invite her.
Piper opened the door and looked at Paige. "Can I help you?"
"Piper! Hi!" Paige screeched.
"Who are you?" Piper asked.
"Who is it, Piper?" A male voice yelled from upstairs.
Piper looked at Paige, waiting for her to answer the question.
"Um, I'm Paige . . ." Paige said, confused. Did Piper really not know who she was or was she just pretending to give her a hard time, somehow that didn't sound like Piper.
"Oh, are you the babysitter?" Piper asked, "PRUE!" she yelled behind her. A man and a woman stepped down the stairs. The woman, small with black hair and surprisingly blue eyes stood next to Piper.
"Who is it, Piper?" she asked.
"Hey, Prue. I think this is the babysitter you called for Melinda."
"Prue?" Paige squeaked. "You're, um, supposed to be . . . dead."
"What? Now, come on. That's not very funny." The man said, standing behind Piper wrapping his arms around her waist.
Paige just stood in the doorway, silent. What was going on, who were these people and how did Prue get back from the dead?
"No, that's not the babysitter. The babysitter is only sixteen years old." Prue said softly.
"Well then who is she?" The man behind Piper asked.
"My name . . . is Paige." Paige muttered unsurely. "I am your sister." She looked at Piper and Prue to see their reaction. They just looked at her.
"Really?" Piper asked cynically.
"Yes, well your half sister actually. From your mom's side." Paige said. "I am a witch too."
"Oh, you're a witch?" Prue laughed. "PHOEBE! CALL THE COPS!" Phoebe walked up to join the conversation after Prue yelled at her.
"What? Why?" Phoebe questioned. "Who are you?"
"I am your sister. You know, the charmed ones? The power of three?" Paige tried to explain.
"What? How do you know what we called ourselves when we were little?" Phoebe asked. "Have you been stalking us?"
"No, I'm your sister. I lived with you before I ran away . . ."
"Oh really?" Prue asked, "How long ago was that?"
"Less than a week. You don't remember?" Paige was starting to get worried.
"Okay, I'll be right back. I see what you mean." Phoebe said, going into the manor's kitchen to call the police about the crazy lady who claimed to be magical and their long last sister.
About five minutes later, a cop car pulled up. "Who are you, lady?" The cop asked.
"She says her name is Paige, and she thinks she's a witch!" Piper laughed at the absurd idea of a witch, did she think she was from the Wizard of Oz or something?
"Go home, Paige." The second cop said. "Where do you live anyway?"
"THIS IS MY HOME!" Paige howled. "I live here, and I have for the past four years!"
"That's it," Cop one said, "You're coming with us."
"What? No! I—"
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A/N: Anybody get what's going on?? Review to guess or just to say what you think. I like input. Thank you for your reviews! Sorry I haven't written in so long!
Only son by: Liz Phair