Disclaimer: I'm a 13 year old who owns nothing but this computer but it's
not even mine. It's my family's. That means I DO NOT OWN CHARMED!
People who think they do are either completely mental cases or Constance M.
Burge and Aaron Spelling who is absolutely mental for taking Prue off the
show. I'll stop rambling.... NOW!
A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in like a million years but I have a good reason! Actually I don't. Well, since none of you have no idea who I am I can safely say that the reason I haven't updated is because I've been busy trying to sort out this whole mess involving my parents who got divorced a LONG time ago and the mother who hasn't shown any intrest in me for the past 9 years suddenly wants me to live with her. It's messy.
Chapter 3: Yeah... But...
Piper: (while getting up and heading to the kitchen with an incredibly blank face) Oh.
(Phoebe gets up and follows Piper into the kitchen where we see Piper with her head in a cupboard getting cleaning supplies.)
Phoebe: Are you ok, Piper?
(Piper starts slamming the supplies on the counter and turns around and starts washing dishes but everytime she washes a dish, instead of putting it away, she drops it on the floor.)
Piper: (Cheerfully) Yeah. Sure. Just great. I'm peachy! (Crash goes another plate on the kitchen floor.)
(Phoebe moves next to Piper and starts grabbing the dishes Piper is about to drop as soon as she finishes cleaning it.)
Phoebe: Well, you don't sound ok.
(Phoebe takes the scrubby brush away from Piper and leads her back into the Living Room where Prue is still sitting in shock on the couch and Leo's leaning against the wall trying to ignore the constant ring of the Elders ordering him to get up there.)
Phoebe: (Pacing in front of Prue and Piper who she had sat down next to the eldest on the couch) Now. I know this is bad. Very. Very bad. But I had to do it. Piper would have died if I hadn't and that would have been worse, right?
Prue: (The shock of finding out that her baby sister had sold her soul to evil was wearing off) Yeah... But...
Phoebe: (Cuts her off) Exactly. Don't worry. We'll fix this. We always do, right?
Prue: Yeah... But...
Phoebe: (Sitting in between her two sisters and hugging them to her) Shhhh...
A/N: Ok. Maybe I'll update more if you press that attractive purple button down in the corner.
A little song I made:
If you want me to update,
You must click it!
Click it!
Click it good!
A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in like a million years but I have a good reason! Actually I don't. Well, since none of you have no idea who I am I can safely say that the reason I haven't updated is because I've been busy trying to sort out this whole mess involving my parents who got divorced a LONG time ago and the mother who hasn't shown any intrest in me for the past 9 years suddenly wants me to live with her. It's messy.
Chapter 3: Yeah... But...
Piper: (while getting up and heading to the kitchen with an incredibly blank face) Oh.
(Phoebe gets up and follows Piper into the kitchen where we see Piper with her head in a cupboard getting cleaning supplies.)
Phoebe: Are you ok, Piper?
(Piper starts slamming the supplies on the counter and turns around and starts washing dishes but everytime she washes a dish, instead of putting it away, she drops it on the floor.)
Piper: (Cheerfully) Yeah. Sure. Just great. I'm peachy! (Crash goes another plate on the kitchen floor.)
(Phoebe moves next to Piper and starts grabbing the dishes Piper is about to drop as soon as she finishes cleaning it.)
Phoebe: Well, you don't sound ok.
(Phoebe takes the scrubby brush away from Piper and leads her back into the Living Room where Prue is still sitting in shock on the couch and Leo's leaning against the wall trying to ignore the constant ring of the Elders ordering him to get up there.)
Phoebe: (Pacing in front of Prue and Piper who she had sat down next to the eldest on the couch) Now. I know this is bad. Very. Very bad. But I had to do it. Piper would have died if I hadn't and that would have been worse, right?
Prue: (The shock of finding out that her baby sister had sold her soul to evil was wearing off) Yeah... But...
Phoebe: (Cuts her off) Exactly. Don't worry. We'll fix this. We always do, right?
Prue: Yeah... But...
Phoebe: (Sitting in between her two sisters and hugging them to her) Shhhh...
A/N: Ok. Maybe I'll update more if you press that attractive purple button down in the corner.
A little song I made:
If you want me to update,
You must click it!
Click it!
Click it good!