"… Before we end this lesson, I still have to return your papers from last week." "We can live without it too sir." The class laughed at Prue's remark "Actually Miss Halliwell, you did marvellous, congratulations." Prue smiled, she was actually quite proud of herself. She'd worked very hard to write a good paper and her arguments, had, like always, had been very accurate. But she couldn't help but feeling a bit troubled, especially when she heard the disgruntled sounds her fellow students made as they got their papers back. She had an A+; now that was something she could show Dad. If only she had grades like this for every course, like Piper, although Prue would never fit in so much studying between her cheerleading, dating and hanging on the phone with her friends. But this was the only class in which she was interested, and therefore she actually did something for it. Her boyfriend Andy, who was sitting behind her, leaned forward and gave her a little kiss in her neck. Prue turned around and giggled. "Miss Halliwell, I'm afraid I'm going to need some tutoring again, are you available tonight?" Prue sighed "I'm with my dad tonight, remember?" "Oh yeah, well, I'll call you there then?" Prue pushed him playfully "He'll kill you." A grin appeared on Andy's face. "What's he gonna do? Pull my head through the phone like they do in cartoons?" "Very funny" Prue answered as she turned again. "I know" The bell rang and she left the History classroom.

While Prue was getting back her paper, Piper was sitting quietly in the back of the English classroom. Unlike her sister, Piper wasn't always surrounded by friends and popular kids. She was sometimes referred to as a geek, although she was quite a good looking girl. She had recently gotten rid of her braces, and now her teeth were straight, which had changed her appearance a great deal. Prue had finally convinced her to wear her lenses instead of her glasses, which weren't really fashionable. And her hair, which used to look liked it never been brushed, was now hanging straight on her back. But she had gotten her geek status a long time ago, mostly because she actually enjoyed studying and was always reading. Of course she had friends, but they weren't exactly popular kids either. "Who can tell me why the children where with the professor in the first place?" Piper raised her hand, but another student, Devon, the class clown had opened his mouth to give on of his stupid comments. "Ma'am, I don't get why we have to read children's books, I mean, can't we read something mature?" The teacher frowned. "As soon as you learn to read something that contains more than one page, I might consider it. And that does not include comic books, or playboy." The class laughed and Piper was probably more amused than any of them. Devon sunk back in his seat. "Now, can somebody give me an answer?" Piper raised her hand again, and was the only one, probably who had read "The lion, the witch and the wardrobe" anyway, and the first time had been a while ago. "They were sent there during World War Two when children from big cities in England were sent to the country to protect them from air raids." She answered. "Very good Piper" The teacher said just before the bell rang and her class left the classroom with a lot of noise.

In another part of the school, more specific the middle school, Phoebe was doodling on her file during math class. She wasn't in the least interested in what the teacher was saying and was already looking forward to next year to get less maths than she had now. She yawned, and was relieved to say he hadn't noticed. Not that she was the only one, some of the kids were lying on their desks, their faces at the teacher, although they were all staring into oblivion. "Pheebs." The whisper came from Julie, one of her best friends who was sitting besides her. "Wanna go to the mall later?" "Can't, going to Dad tonight." Phoebe answered while leaning to her friend, maybe a bit too loud. "Is the lesson not interesting enough for the ladies in the back?" The teacher inquired "Because there's always a lot to learn in the detention classroom." Phoebe sat straight again and looked at the teacher. "No sir." She answered as she sat quietly until he continued his lesson. She took a piece of paper. Wanna skip school after lunch? She folded it and gave it to Julie as soon as the teacher started writing on the board. The answer came quite fast. Sure. Won't your sisters notice? Phoebe frowned, Prue would be very glad if I'm not there, she thought to herself. Like they care She wrote back and put it under her other papers as she started taking notes from the blackboard. The bell rang and she packed. As they walked outside, she and Julie started talking again. "My sisters won't care, really, I can't stand another minute in class today."

Now that leaves us with Paige, who was not, like her sisters, listening to a teacher about history or literature or maths, but was making decors for the school play. The only link between hers and one of her sister's lesson, was the book Piper had been told to read. This year's school play was 'The lion, the witch and the wardrobe" And Paige, apart from doing a great deal of the decors, played the witch. Ironically enough, this was an evil witch and Paige was nothing of that sort. She had asked her mother if she could do some magic during the play, but she had explained to her that she knew very well what would happen if they were exposed. Still, it would've been cool if suddenly the witch disappeared of the stage. "Paige, that is amazing." "Thanks Miss Brachett" Paige answered proudly. "You really have a talent for drawing." Paige blushed, but she had to admit, the part she had done was much nicer than some of the others. A bit of paint splashed on her drawing, which ruined a part she had just done. Paige turned around to see who was guilty for this crime. It was Ben, one of the most irritable boys in her classroom, who, according to Phoebe was in love with Paige, although Paige had a hard time believing that. "Why did you do that?" She asked him "It was an accident, sorry." The boy answered as he turned and went to his own place. Paige looked at him and thought he needed to learn a lesson. She looked around if no one was watching her and then muttered underpants. Her hands were under her shirt so the orbs weren't seen by anyone. But Ben obviously felt it, as he made a very weird face. Paige was utterly disgusted by the underpants and therefore hung took it with the shirt, so she wouldn't actually have to touch it. The bell rang and the class stormed out, as everyone had left, Paige hung Ben's underpants on his painting and when she got outside, she was just in time to see Ben running into the bathroom to see what had happened.