A/N: We're back!!! Thanx to Cfan2005, Susan, Rachael, shygirl2, piper, and
Ingrid for reviewing our last chapter! You like us!!!! Anyway, here is the
next update, from Phoebe's POV ( for those of you who are following along).
Hope you like it a lot!!! Enjoy!!!
~Jen/Sammy/Mandie
Piper looked ecstatic as she hung up the phone, but the smile faded as she turned around. Grams and Mom were still gaping at me, disbelief painting their features. "I.uh.think I have some homework to do." I said, grabbing my schoolbag and rushing up the stairs. I reached my room and closed the door behind me. I sighed and fell onto my bed, dropping the schoolbag down next to me. Twice in one day I had gotten that weird black- and-white flashy thing, and then what I had seen, happened. But how, and why?
I sat up. My eyes began to search the room, hoping for something to give me an answer. The posters on my wall, the old typewriter from the attic, my bookshelf.
"The typewriter!" I cried louder than I meant to. The time I went to the attic, that strange book.
I jumped off the bed and threw open the door. I ran down the hall and into the attic. Grabbing the huge book, I sat down on the floor and again opened to the first page. Witches, magic.What have I done?
Footsteps approached, and as I looked up, Piper came into the attic. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.
"Piper, I think I might have done something to myself, maybe to all of us. You remember that book I was telling you about, with witches and powers. I think that might be what's making me see these things."
"Hey," Piper said, sitting down next to me and putting her arm across my shoulder. "It's just your imagination. Witches and magic, that's stuff for little kids and Halloween. The only witch around here is Mom when Paige brings home her report card." I chuckled nervously, hoping that Piper was right.
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~Jen/Sammy/Mandie
Piper looked ecstatic as she hung up the phone, but the smile faded as she turned around. Grams and Mom were still gaping at me, disbelief painting their features. "I.uh.think I have some homework to do." I said, grabbing my schoolbag and rushing up the stairs. I reached my room and closed the door behind me. I sighed and fell onto my bed, dropping the schoolbag down next to me. Twice in one day I had gotten that weird black- and-white flashy thing, and then what I had seen, happened. But how, and why?
I sat up. My eyes began to search the room, hoping for something to give me an answer. The posters on my wall, the old typewriter from the attic, my bookshelf.
"The typewriter!" I cried louder than I meant to. The time I went to the attic, that strange book.
I jumped off the bed and threw open the door. I ran down the hall and into the attic. Grabbing the huge book, I sat down on the floor and again opened to the first page. Witches, magic.What have I done?
Footsteps approached, and as I looked up, Piper came into the attic. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.
"Piper, I think I might have done something to myself, maybe to all of us. You remember that book I was telling you about, with witches and powers. I think that might be what's making me see these things."
"Hey," Piper said, sitting down next to me and putting her arm across my shoulder. "It's just your imagination. Witches and magic, that's stuff for little kids and Halloween. The only witch around here is Mom when Paige brings home her report card." I chuckled nervously, hoping that Piper was right.
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