A fairly, young man, with blond spiky hair, and long dark clothes, walked
into what looked like, a business office. He closed the door behind him and
he walked up to a desk that was in the middle of the office. He slowly put
his hands behind his back, and stood up straight, as if he were a soldier.
"Arkon.." he said sternly.
The chair in front of him, behind the desk turned around slowly. A bald middle aged man appeared in the chair, his hands formed into a triangle in front of his face, and he looked as if he were waiting for something. His hands then went onto his desk, where they tapped away. The blond man gulped, and he showed many signs of fear.
"Well?" Arkon asked, as he gave a deathly stare to the blond man, still tapping his fingers on the table. The blond man took a deep breath. "My lord, I don't have it. Unfortunately, one of my men, he was intercepted by witches before he ever got to take the girl's soul....." he said nervously.
Arkon banged his hand on the table. "I don't CARE IF SOME STUPID WITCHES GOT THE GIRL FIRST!!! THAT'S NOT DOING YOUR JOB!!! I AM TRUSTING YOU FOR GETTING THE POWER FROM THE INNOCENT SOULS FOR ME AND WHAT DO YOU DO?? BLOW IT!!!" he screamed at the blond man. He stood up from his chair and started to destroy the things on his desk to vent his anger. Grunts came from him as he smashed trophies and other items that hung around in his office. Then he ran and took the blond man by the neck and held him up slowly. The blond man's hands went on Arkon's one hand holding him up. He was trying to get out of the hold, but Arkon's grip was too strong. As he was held up in the air, his legs swung around like mad as he slowly started to choke.
"How many times Spencer?? How many times are you going to fail to get me power?? Sure those other whitelighter souls were helpful to my health, but I want to be INDESTRUCTABLE!!!" he said, revealing the man's name. Spencer choked on his saliva, trying to talk but no words seemed to come out clearly. Arkon threw Spencer against a wall, then walked back to his chair. Spencer adjusted his jaw and felt his neck, happy it was free from his grasp. He quickly stood up, leaving a big hole in the wall from where he got slammed.
"What about whitelighter wise? Did you get any souls from them??" Arkon asked quickly, trying to control the anger he had rising within him. Spencer cleared his throat. "Yes, but not ones that you were really looking for. Barely any of them passed the power level of 3." He said, getting ready in case Arkon went on another rampage against him.
Arkon closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Spencer could tell he was trying to keep his anger from making him kill. He gulped again, afraid the office would be the last thing he would see before turning into a walking fireball. But instead, Arkon surprised him and nodded his head. "Ok...But I know there is more power out there. I can feel it....I can taste it." He said, opening his eyes and glaring at Spencer. Spencer merely nodded, afraid that anything he said would set Arkon's anger off again.
"What do you think Spencer?" Arkon practically spit out. He had a very disgusted tone, telling Spencer that he was sick of him. Spencer shook with fear. "Maybe...I could get you witches..my lord...." he said, adding a term of respect.
"Maybe you haven't heard me right...I don't want witches..." he said slowly. "I WANT POWER!!!" he exclaimed suddenly as he banged his tightly formed fist on his desk once again. The loud sound startled Spencer, as he once again shook in fear. Arkon calmed down again and sighed. "Just look for more whitelighters out there....or something. And find more souls...Remember that all of us have deadlines Spencer..you don't want to meet yours just yet. And if I were you, I'd take the word DEADline seriously." He said sternly, exaggerating some syllables in his speech.
Spencer nodded and turned to leave. Just before he turned the knob of the door he quickly got called back by Arkon. "Wait." He heard him call. Spencer gulped another batch of saliva down his throat, thinking that once he turned around, Arkon would throw a fireball at him. He paused for a minute and slowly turned around. "Yes, my lord?" he said, stuttering every syllable.
"Use this." Arkon said, as he threw a small, long crystal at him. Spencer caught it and examined it closely. "For what sir?" he asked curiously, still observing the crystal. "It's a tracking crystal. It senses power levels. It will start flashing once it has found some. The brighter it flashes, the higher the power level is." Arkon said lazily. He lied back in his chair with his feet on his desk. "Use it well."
"You're trusting this with me Arkon?" he asked, shocked at the gift he had given him. Arkon shrugged. "Heck, you got this far working for me. Had to give you credit for that...usually my head search darklighter only lasts 2 days. It's been weeks for you." He said casually. Spencer felt like smiling, but kept a serious expression on his face.
"Of course. I'll try my best my lord." He replied, but it wasn't good enough for Arkon. "I don't want you to TRY. I want you to get me that power. Now go. Deadlines Spencer, Deadlines." He reminded him. Spencer nodded. He quickly turned the knob of the door and headed out.
Arkon sighed and rubbed his head. "This is what I get for being a demon who gets darklighters to work for him...." He muttered. He was getting a migraine from all the screaming he had been doing lately and he didn't like it one bit.
****
Paige rushed through crowded halls with stacks of paperwork in her arms. She was really rushing now. She had been late with the appointment with the principal and now she had to go catch the vice principal to talk to. She squished through all the teenage students that attended the large high school. It was in between periods, and the bell had just rang so everyone was at their lockers or chatting with friends or rushing to get to their next class.
Paige had been running through the halls but unexpectedly got stuck in teenage body traffic. She held the papers in her arms tightly as she tried to hurry to catch the vice principal. She had almost been there when she suddenly crashed into another student. Paige fell on her butt and the papers that she had been holding were now either all over the floor or tightly in the air. Paige sighed.
The bell had rung again, which signaled the end of the students' social conversations. Everyone rushed into classrooms, some stepping on the papers that had once been in Paige's grasp. Paige whimpered for a few seconds, frustrated that this had ever happen. "Why me?? Why me???" she whispered to herself as she buried her face in her hands and started shaking her head.
Just about all the students had entered her classroom already except for the student Paige had crashed into. She was a young girl, with long, chestnut brown hair. Her books had fallen on the floor as well as the unstapled report she was holding in her hands. She rubbed her arm, for it hurt a little. She opened her eyes to see the woman in front of her. She was young, had short, red hair, and looked quite pretty. But something about her looked vaguely familiar.
Paige took her face out of her hands and glanced up to see the student she had crashed into. She found herself being stared at by the young girl. She lifted one eyebrow as she saw this and slowly started to get up. She held out her hand to the young girl, gesturing for her to take it and get up. "I'm sorry about that..." She said as the girl took her hand and stood up.
They both brushed off the dust that had splashed onto their clothes. The young girl glanced around at the paper mess and sighed. "No really, it was my fault. I was rushing too much." She said as she bent down to pick up all the papers that had been spread around. Paige bent down and started sorting the papers as well. After a while, Paige and the young girl had finished picking up the papers and sorting them out.
As the young girl handed the papers and files to Paige, Paige got a closer look at her. She noticed that the young girl looked like an exact mini replica of Piper. And she looked as if she had Leo's chin and bone structure. Paige stared at her, examining her every detail of her face. The young girl noticed it and didn't know what to do. "Um, no offense...uhhh..ma'am, but why are you staring at me like that?" she asked nervously. Paige shook her head and snapped out of her thinking state. "Oh..I'm sorry. It's just that you look familiar....and you look a little like my sister..I...was just thinking...." she was about to say until the young girl heard a calling.
"SAMANTHA FIELDING?? And what do you think you are doing in the halls and not in a classroom???" a middle aged woman called from behind them. Sam panicked and gathered up her books. Paige twitched at the sound of the girl's name. Many thoughts raced through her head as she stared at the young girl. 'No, Samantha. Could it be? Piper's looks...Leo's chin..her name. It couldn't be. Or could it? She could have changed her last name...and it totally makes sense. And she looks 14 years old to me. So could it be...' she thought, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted.
"Ms. Matthews. I'm so sorry about that. I was expecting you earlier..." The woman said to her as she held out her hand. Paige took her eyes off Samantha and shifted the papers in her arms a bit so she could hold out a free hand to shake the woman's hand "Are you..." She started to say, but the woman cut her off. "I'm Mrs. Rowland, the vice principal here at the school. I'm extremely sorry about Samantha here....." she said as she glared at Sam.
"But...I was on my...way to class...and she...I bumped...It was an accident..I didn't mean to...." Sam tried to say, but it only came out in stutters. Her head hung down, ashamed of what she did and she knew that she was in trouble. Mrs. Rowland never really had a liking to Sam. Sam was constantly ending up in her office because of certain things that she was either framed for, or she just couldn't help doing. She was definitely misunderstood by Mrs. Rowland.
"No excuses Sam. You're late for class and you bumped into Ms. Matthews here!!" she screamed at the young girl. Paige felt sympathy for Samantha and butted into the conversation. "Oh..Mrs. Rowland. The whole thing was really my fault, I was rushing too much and I wasn't looking where I was going, and I accidentally crashed into Samantha here...and she was even nice enough to help me gather up my things so it's really me to blame here." She protested.
Samantha was shocked at the kindness Ms. Matthews had given her. She glanced over to Paige in wide, open eyes. She smiled to let her know that she was grateful for getting her out of trouble. Mrs. Rowland paused for a second, glancing at both Paige and Sam for a few minutes as she stood there in disbelief. Finally she gave up to them and sighed. "Okay Sam, you're off the hook, but the next time I catch you doing something or the next time I get one bad report from you, your aunt and uncle will be getting a call from me.." Samantha was shocked at her comment. "But..Mrs. Rowland...I..." she tried to say but the vice principal had interrupted her again. "No buts Sam...you've been in my office way too many times. Now go on to your class before I change my mind and give you detention..tell your teacher that I let you off the hook." She said as she gestured for her to leave. Sam sighed, and gave up to Mrs. Rowland. She was a bit offended about what she assumed about her, but decided to forgive and forget.
Paige felt bad for Samantha. She developed a slight newfound hate for Ms. Rowland. She seemed very hard headed and unfair to the poor, innocent girl. A thought suddenly struck her mind. 'She lives with her aunt and uncle....no parents...could it be her? Could that be Piper and Leo's.....' her thoughts were interrupted once more. She snapped out of her thinking state and glanced up. Samantha held her hand up to Paige.
"It was really nice meeting you Ms. Matthews. Thanks again." She said softly, revealing a shyer side of her. She smiled a warm smile and there...right there, Paige swore that she looked EXACTLY like Piper. The thought replayed in her mind over and over again. This Sam could actually be Piper and Leo's long lost daughter. It could be her niece. And it scared her half to death. Paige smiled at the young girl and shook her hand.
Suddenly, Paige saw Samantha's smile turn into a frown. She closed her eyes. Samantha felt a really cold chill in her spine and gasped a little. Then, when she opened her eyes, Paige saw the look of fear in them. Paige glanced at her weirdly, confused about what just happened. Samantha let go of their handshake quickly and put on a really fake smile on her face.
"Ok. Bye." She said quickly as she left as soon as she could. Paige glanced at the youth, jogging down the halls with her dark hair bouncing on her back as she maneuvered. Then, she put her attention to Mrs. Rowland. Mrs. Rowland shook her head. "That girl...she's always getting into trouble. I gave up hope trying to shape her up a long time ago. She's just troubled that's all."
"Well I'm sure she's not that bad. She seems like a really nice kid to me." Paige tried to defend her. Mrs. Rowland kept shaking her head negatively. "That Sam, always caught at the scene of the crime. And it seems that she's such a mysterious girl. She always comes to us and tells us that she can 'feel' something is going to happen and it does. I mean, she couldn't of known without being part of the crime right?" she said. Paige processed her words in her mind.
"Well, Ms. Matthews, I think we should get to work. Right this way to my office," Mrs. Rowland said as she changed the subject and pointed in a specific direction to lead Paige to her office. Paige nodded and started walking towards the office but then stopped in her tracks for a moment. She whirled around to Mrs. Rowland. "Mrs. Rowland? I would like to ask for a copy of Samantha's file if I could please? I just want to talk to her aunt and uncle about certain things that I'm dealing with at social services with kids like her....if you don't mind." Paige lied. Mrs. Rowland thought for a minute, but then shrugged
"Sure, that girl's file is taking up my cabinet space anyway. It's no trouble.." she said, laughing at her cruel joke. Paige thanked Mrs. Rowland as they walked to her office. She would find out who this girl was, no matter what came in her way.
****
Samantha slammed the door of her locker and slowly walked to the lunchroom. Why did she get the weird feeling with the lady today? Was something going to happen to her too? She didn't want to think about it, but it kept popping up in her mind. She shook her head, wishing that the thoughts would disappear and leave her alone. She hated thinking about protecting everyone. It's what got her in trouble all the time.
When she finally got to the lunchroom, the sound of talking students entered her ear drums. She could barely hear anything in the crowded lunchroom. She had her own lunch, so she just kept an eye out for one of her so called "friends" at one of the tables. She caught eye of the group she tried to hang out with at one table in the middle of the cafeteria.
Three girls were sitting at the table, gossiping while eating the horrid lunch the school served. There was brunette, a red head, and a blonde. The brunette was Karis, the red head was Holly and the blonde was Alyssa. They were the three that let Samantha hang with them. Sam thought that they were cool to hang out with, but they were so different from her. She tried not to let their differences interfere with their friendship because she was grateful that some people in this school actually appreciated her.
Karis saw Samantha approaching, smiled and waved so that they were more noticeable. "Sam!! Over here!!!" she called, trying to get her voice over the hundreds of students that were also screaming out. Sam smiled and squished through the bodies of the lunchroom and finally got over to their table. "Hey guys." She said as she sat down and opened her lunch bag.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Sup."
All three greeted their friend. Sam grinned as she took out her food. She didn't really eat that much, and always brought a light lunch. An apple, or and orange and a candy bar with a juice box. Nothing much. She wasn't a big fan of eating, even though her Aunt Pam cooked constantly. But she was a big fan of cooking. It was something she had that she was actually good at. She doesn't know why she was such a good cook, but heck. A talent is a talent.
"So, are we seriously up for going tonight?" Alyssa asked the other three. Sam looked up from her Snickers bar. "For what?" she asked with a full mouth of caramel, chocolate and peanuts. Karis and Alyssa smiled. "We're planning on sneaking into P3 tonight, the hottest club in town." Karis said slyly.
"What?" Sam said, shocked at their plan for tonight. "You guys, we're only 14, and you're planning to break into a raver's club already? Don't you think that's a little bit....big?" she asked them, hoping to change their minds. Alyssa shook her head. "No way!! It's going to be awesome. We'll have the time of our lives! Cute guys, older guys. And we'll dance, and see a band. It'll be a blast!!"
"How are we going to get inside in the first place? That place is so crowded, and they're really strict on id's and such. I heard the owner put a person in jail once when he used a fake i.d." she added. Karis grinned and raised her hand. "I got a cousin who has a friend that has a friend that works as a security guard. We'll get in no problem!" she said as she took a bite into a cupcake.
"I don't know you guys. What if we get caught?" Holly asked, in a soft and shy voice. Sam sighed. At least Holly was on her side. She was always the cautious one in the group. Holly was one of her best friends. She was really her only REAL best friend. Alyssa and Karis were merely just friends. Sam thought there was a big difference. Alyssa smirked. "Please, like we'll ever get caught. It's totally impossible. Nobody will really notice us, and everyone's too busy having fun to notice us anyway!!" she said excitedly.
Karis nodded in agreement. Holly seemed to give up and nodded. "Ok. What time?" she asked. Sam was disappointed in their quick loss. She had a real bad feeling about it, but then when she looked in the eyes of her friends staring at her, she shrugged. "Yeah, what time?" she asked. She didn't know where her instincts would follow her, and she didn't know what she had gotten herself into.
A/N: I spent a lot of time on this chap. Hope you all like it. Thanks for the reviews! I dedicate this chap to my best buddy Mehreen, because she's always been there to review!! Love ya lots!!
The chair in front of him, behind the desk turned around slowly. A bald middle aged man appeared in the chair, his hands formed into a triangle in front of his face, and he looked as if he were waiting for something. His hands then went onto his desk, where they tapped away. The blond man gulped, and he showed many signs of fear.
"Well?" Arkon asked, as he gave a deathly stare to the blond man, still tapping his fingers on the table. The blond man took a deep breath. "My lord, I don't have it. Unfortunately, one of my men, he was intercepted by witches before he ever got to take the girl's soul....." he said nervously.
Arkon banged his hand on the table. "I don't CARE IF SOME STUPID WITCHES GOT THE GIRL FIRST!!! THAT'S NOT DOING YOUR JOB!!! I AM TRUSTING YOU FOR GETTING THE POWER FROM THE INNOCENT SOULS FOR ME AND WHAT DO YOU DO?? BLOW IT!!!" he screamed at the blond man. He stood up from his chair and started to destroy the things on his desk to vent his anger. Grunts came from him as he smashed trophies and other items that hung around in his office. Then he ran and took the blond man by the neck and held him up slowly. The blond man's hands went on Arkon's one hand holding him up. He was trying to get out of the hold, but Arkon's grip was too strong. As he was held up in the air, his legs swung around like mad as he slowly started to choke.
"How many times Spencer?? How many times are you going to fail to get me power?? Sure those other whitelighter souls were helpful to my health, but I want to be INDESTRUCTABLE!!!" he said, revealing the man's name. Spencer choked on his saliva, trying to talk but no words seemed to come out clearly. Arkon threw Spencer against a wall, then walked back to his chair. Spencer adjusted his jaw and felt his neck, happy it was free from his grasp. He quickly stood up, leaving a big hole in the wall from where he got slammed.
"What about whitelighter wise? Did you get any souls from them??" Arkon asked quickly, trying to control the anger he had rising within him. Spencer cleared his throat. "Yes, but not ones that you were really looking for. Barely any of them passed the power level of 3." He said, getting ready in case Arkon went on another rampage against him.
Arkon closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Spencer could tell he was trying to keep his anger from making him kill. He gulped again, afraid the office would be the last thing he would see before turning into a walking fireball. But instead, Arkon surprised him and nodded his head. "Ok...But I know there is more power out there. I can feel it....I can taste it." He said, opening his eyes and glaring at Spencer. Spencer merely nodded, afraid that anything he said would set Arkon's anger off again.
"What do you think Spencer?" Arkon practically spit out. He had a very disgusted tone, telling Spencer that he was sick of him. Spencer shook with fear. "Maybe...I could get you witches..my lord...." he said, adding a term of respect.
"Maybe you haven't heard me right...I don't want witches..." he said slowly. "I WANT POWER!!!" he exclaimed suddenly as he banged his tightly formed fist on his desk once again. The loud sound startled Spencer, as he once again shook in fear. Arkon calmed down again and sighed. "Just look for more whitelighters out there....or something. And find more souls...Remember that all of us have deadlines Spencer..you don't want to meet yours just yet. And if I were you, I'd take the word DEADline seriously." He said sternly, exaggerating some syllables in his speech.
Spencer nodded and turned to leave. Just before he turned the knob of the door he quickly got called back by Arkon. "Wait." He heard him call. Spencer gulped another batch of saliva down his throat, thinking that once he turned around, Arkon would throw a fireball at him. He paused for a minute and slowly turned around. "Yes, my lord?" he said, stuttering every syllable.
"Use this." Arkon said, as he threw a small, long crystal at him. Spencer caught it and examined it closely. "For what sir?" he asked curiously, still observing the crystal. "It's a tracking crystal. It senses power levels. It will start flashing once it has found some. The brighter it flashes, the higher the power level is." Arkon said lazily. He lied back in his chair with his feet on his desk. "Use it well."
"You're trusting this with me Arkon?" he asked, shocked at the gift he had given him. Arkon shrugged. "Heck, you got this far working for me. Had to give you credit for that...usually my head search darklighter only lasts 2 days. It's been weeks for you." He said casually. Spencer felt like smiling, but kept a serious expression on his face.
"Of course. I'll try my best my lord." He replied, but it wasn't good enough for Arkon. "I don't want you to TRY. I want you to get me that power. Now go. Deadlines Spencer, Deadlines." He reminded him. Spencer nodded. He quickly turned the knob of the door and headed out.
Arkon sighed and rubbed his head. "This is what I get for being a demon who gets darklighters to work for him...." He muttered. He was getting a migraine from all the screaming he had been doing lately and he didn't like it one bit.
****
Paige rushed through crowded halls with stacks of paperwork in her arms. She was really rushing now. She had been late with the appointment with the principal and now she had to go catch the vice principal to talk to. She squished through all the teenage students that attended the large high school. It was in between periods, and the bell had just rang so everyone was at their lockers or chatting with friends or rushing to get to their next class.
Paige had been running through the halls but unexpectedly got stuck in teenage body traffic. She held the papers in her arms tightly as she tried to hurry to catch the vice principal. She had almost been there when she suddenly crashed into another student. Paige fell on her butt and the papers that she had been holding were now either all over the floor or tightly in the air. Paige sighed.
The bell had rung again, which signaled the end of the students' social conversations. Everyone rushed into classrooms, some stepping on the papers that had once been in Paige's grasp. Paige whimpered for a few seconds, frustrated that this had ever happen. "Why me?? Why me???" she whispered to herself as she buried her face in her hands and started shaking her head.
Just about all the students had entered her classroom already except for the student Paige had crashed into. She was a young girl, with long, chestnut brown hair. Her books had fallen on the floor as well as the unstapled report she was holding in her hands. She rubbed her arm, for it hurt a little. She opened her eyes to see the woman in front of her. She was young, had short, red hair, and looked quite pretty. But something about her looked vaguely familiar.
Paige took her face out of her hands and glanced up to see the student she had crashed into. She found herself being stared at by the young girl. She lifted one eyebrow as she saw this and slowly started to get up. She held out her hand to the young girl, gesturing for her to take it and get up. "I'm sorry about that..." She said as the girl took her hand and stood up.
They both brushed off the dust that had splashed onto their clothes. The young girl glanced around at the paper mess and sighed. "No really, it was my fault. I was rushing too much." She said as she bent down to pick up all the papers that had been spread around. Paige bent down and started sorting the papers as well. After a while, Paige and the young girl had finished picking up the papers and sorting them out.
As the young girl handed the papers and files to Paige, Paige got a closer look at her. She noticed that the young girl looked like an exact mini replica of Piper. And she looked as if she had Leo's chin and bone structure. Paige stared at her, examining her every detail of her face. The young girl noticed it and didn't know what to do. "Um, no offense...uhhh..ma'am, but why are you staring at me like that?" she asked nervously. Paige shook her head and snapped out of her thinking state. "Oh..I'm sorry. It's just that you look familiar....and you look a little like my sister..I...was just thinking...." she was about to say until the young girl heard a calling.
"SAMANTHA FIELDING?? And what do you think you are doing in the halls and not in a classroom???" a middle aged woman called from behind them. Sam panicked and gathered up her books. Paige twitched at the sound of the girl's name. Many thoughts raced through her head as she stared at the young girl. 'No, Samantha. Could it be? Piper's looks...Leo's chin..her name. It couldn't be. Or could it? She could have changed her last name...and it totally makes sense. And she looks 14 years old to me. So could it be...' she thought, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted.
"Ms. Matthews. I'm so sorry about that. I was expecting you earlier..." The woman said to her as she held out her hand. Paige took her eyes off Samantha and shifted the papers in her arms a bit so she could hold out a free hand to shake the woman's hand "Are you..." She started to say, but the woman cut her off. "I'm Mrs. Rowland, the vice principal here at the school. I'm extremely sorry about Samantha here....." she said as she glared at Sam.
"But...I was on my...way to class...and she...I bumped...It was an accident..I didn't mean to...." Sam tried to say, but it only came out in stutters. Her head hung down, ashamed of what she did and she knew that she was in trouble. Mrs. Rowland never really had a liking to Sam. Sam was constantly ending up in her office because of certain things that she was either framed for, or she just couldn't help doing. She was definitely misunderstood by Mrs. Rowland.
"No excuses Sam. You're late for class and you bumped into Ms. Matthews here!!" she screamed at the young girl. Paige felt sympathy for Samantha and butted into the conversation. "Oh..Mrs. Rowland. The whole thing was really my fault, I was rushing too much and I wasn't looking where I was going, and I accidentally crashed into Samantha here...and she was even nice enough to help me gather up my things so it's really me to blame here." She protested.
Samantha was shocked at the kindness Ms. Matthews had given her. She glanced over to Paige in wide, open eyes. She smiled to let her know that she was grateful for getting her out of trouble. Mrs. Rowland paused for a second, glancing at both Paige and Sam for a few minutes as she stood there in disbelief. Finally she gave up to them and sighed. "Okay Sam, you're off the hook, but the next time I catch you doing something or the next time I get one bad report from you, your aunt and uncle will be getting a call from me.." Samantha was shocked at her comment. "But..Mrs. Rowland...I..." she tried to say but the vice principal had interrupted her again. "No buts Sam...you've been in my office way too many times. Now go on to your class before I change my mind and give you detention..tell your teacher that I let you off the hook." She said as she gestured for her to leave. Sam sighed, and gave up to Mrs. Rowland. She was a bit offended about what she assumed about her, but decided to forgive and forget.
Paige felt bad for Samantha. She developed a slight newfound hate for Ms. Rowland. She seemed very hard headed and unfair to the poor, innocent girl. A thought suddenly struck her mind. 'She lives with her aunt and uncle....no parents...could it be her? Could that be Piper and Leo's.....' her thoughts were interrupted once more. She snapped out of her thinking state and glanced up. Samantha held her hand up to Paige.
"It was really nice meeting you Ms. Matthews. Thanks again." She said softly, revealing a shyer side of her. She smiled a warm smile and there...right there, Paige swore that she looked EXACTLY like Piper. The thought replayed in her mind over and over again. This Sam could actually be Piper and Leo's long lost daughter. It could be her niece. And it scared her half to death. Paige smiled at the young girl and shook her hand.
Suddenly, Paige saw Samantha's smile turn into a frown. She closed her eyes. Samantha felt a really cold chill in her spine and gasped a little. Then, when she opened her eyes, Paige saw the look of fear in them. Paige glanced at her weirdly, confused about what just happened. Samantha let go of their handshake quickly and put on a really fake smile on her face.
"Ok. Bye." She said quickly as she left as soon as she could. Paige glanced at the youth, jogging down the halls with her dark hair bouncing on her back as she maneuvered. Then, she put her attention to Mrs. Rowland. Mrs. Rowland shook her head. "That girl...she's always getting into trouble. I gave up hope trying to shape her up a long time ago. She's just troubled that's all."
"Well I'm sure she's not that bad. She seems like a really nice kid to me." Paige tried to defend her. Mrs. Rowland kept shaking her head negatively. "That Sam, always caught at the scene of the crime. And it seems that she's such a mysterious girl. She always comes to us and tells us that she can 'feel' something is going to happen and it does. I mean, she couldn't of known without being part of the crime right?" she said. Paige processed her words in her mind.
"Well, Ms. Matthews, I think we should get to work. Right this way to my office," Mrs. Rowland said as she changed the subject and pointed in a specific direction to lead Paige to her office. Paige nodded and started walking towards the office but then stopped in her tracks for a moment. She whirled around to Mrs. Rowland. "Mrs. Rowland? I would like to ask for a copy of Samantha's file if I could please? I just want to talk to her aunt and uncle about certain things that I'm dealing with at social services with kids like her....if you don't mind." Paige lied. Mrs. Rowland thought for a minute, but then shrugged
"Sure, that girl's file is taking up my cabinet space anyway. It's no trouble.." she said, laughing at her cruel joke. Paige thanked Mrs. Rowland as they walked to her office. She would find out who this girl was, no matter what came in her way.
****
Samantha slammed the door of her locker and slowly walked to the lunchroom. Why did she get the weird feeling with the lady today? Was something going to happen to her too? She didn't want to think about it, but it kept popping up in her mind. She shook her head, wishing that the thoughts would disappear and leave her alone. She hated thinking about protecting everyone. It's what got her in trouble all the time.
When she finally got to the lunchroom, the sound of talking students entered her ear drums. She could barely hear anything in the crowded lunchroom. She had her own lunch, so she just kept an eye out for one of her so called "friends" at one of the tables. She caught eye of the group she tried to hang out with at one table in the middle of the cafeteria.
Three girls were sitting at the table, gossiping while eating the horrid lunch the school served. There was brunette, a red head, and a blonde. The brunette was Karis, the red head was Holly and the blonde was Alyssa. They were the three that let Samantha hang with them. Sam thought that they were cool to hang out with, but they were so different from her. She tried not to let their differences interfere with their friendship because she was grateful that some people in this school actually appreciated her.
Karis saw Samantha approaching, smiled and waved so that they were more noticeable. "Sam!! Over here!!!" she called, trying to get her voice over the hundreds of students that were also screaming out. Sam smiled and squished through the bodies of the lunchroom and finally got over to their table. "Hey guys." She said as she sat down and opened her lunch bag.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Sup."
All three greeted their friend. Sam grinned as she took out her food. She didn't really eat that much, and always brought a light lunch. An apple, or and orange and a candy bar with a juice box. Nothing much. She wasn't a big fan of eating, even though her Aunt Pam cooked constantly. But she was a big fan of cooking. It was something she had that she was actually good at. She doesn't know why she was such a good cook, but heck. A talent is a talent.
"So, are we seriously up for going tonight?" Alyssa asked the other three. Sam looked up from her Snickers bar. "For what?" she asked with a full mouth of caramel, chocolate and peanuts. Karis and Alyssa smiled. "We're planning on sneaking into P3 tonight, the hottest club in town." Karis said slyly.
"What?" Sam said, shocked at their plan for tonight. "You guys, we're only 14, and you're planning to break into a raver's club already? Don't you think that's a little bit....big?" she asked them, hoping to change their minds. Alyssa shook her head. "No way!! It's going to be awesome. We'll have the time of our lives! Cute guys, older guys. And we'll dance, and see a band. It'll be a blast!!"
"How are we going to get inside in the first place? That place is so crowded, and they're really strict on id's and such. I heard the owner put a person in jail once when he used a fake i.d." she added. Karis grinned and raised her hand. "I got a cousin who has a friend that has a friend that works as a security guard. We'll get in no problem!" she said as she took a bite into a cupcake.
"I don't know you guys. What if we get caught?" Holly asked, in a soft and shy voice. Sam sighed. At least Holly was on her side. She was always the cautious one in the group. Holly was one of her best friends. She was really her only REAL best friend. Alyssa and Karis were merely just friends. Sam thought there was a big difference. Alyssa smirked. "Please, like we'll ever get caught. It's totally impossible. Nobody will really notice us, and everyone's too busy having fun to notice us anyway!!" she said excitedly.
Karis nodded in agreement. Holly seemed to give up and nodded. "Ok. What time?" she asked. Sam was disappointed in their quick loss. She had a real bad feeling about it, but then when she looked in the eyes of her friends staring at her, she shrugged. "Yeah, what time?" she asked. She didn't know where her instincts would follow her, and she didn't know what she had gotten herself into.
A/N: I spent a lot of time on this chap. Hope you all like it. Thanks for the reviews! I dedicate this chap to my best buddy Mehreen, because she's always been there to review!! Love ya lots!!