"Paige, you look terible" Prue says finally getting up. She is the first one. I have been sitting at the table since five this morning.
"How long have you been up?" she asks. I look at the clock it says its nine thirty.
"Since five." I say
"Why?" she asks. I think about it for a moment. I don't think I want to tell her about it. My dream, or anything. I don't feel like spilling my guts to her, and I don't want her to be upset about it either. I don't want anyone fealing bad for me. I just shrug at her question and take a sip of my now cold coffee.
"Since when do you drink coffee?" Phoebe says coming downstairs. I shrug again.
"Looks like you got a real good night of sleep" Phoebe says looking at me. I turn away. Pheobe finally stops looking at me and goes back to trying to get the toast out of the toaster without burning herelf. I don't feel like making morning small talk so I go into the other room to watch tv.
I flip through the channels. Some of my favorite shows are on, but nothingholds my atention for more than a minute. Then I see oprah is on, and the title is called We aren't your real parents. I begin to watch.
"I love this show" Pheobe says coming in and sitting by me.
"I'm your father. I took the job of being a garbage man just so i could see you every morning" one man says to a seventeen year old girl, then they hug. I keep watching, then there is another girl and her real mom was a prostitute. She crys. What if my real father is a loser, or like a bank robber? Either way though, I dont care because he doesn't want me.
"Paige, you okay?" Pheobe asks me. I wipe the tears falling from my face, and stand up to leave.
"Yeah, fine" I say running upstairs. Pheobe stays by the tv, but peels her eyes away from Oprah to make sure I don't run away.
"Oprah is really intense, maybe you should wait till your older" Pheobe calls after me. Then I hear the tv shut off, and her thumping up the staircase behind me. I think it just clicked in her head that I'm not crying over Oprah, but I'm crying over Sam.
"Paige, whats wrong?" she asks.
"What do you think?" I ask hugging my knees, and sitting on the bed.
"Do you want to meet him?" she asks me.
"Why? He doesn't even want me" I say crying. I can hear Prue coming upstairs. She must have heard me crying.
"Why would you say that?" Prue says
"He promised he would come back!" I say. The ears are now pouring down my cheaks, and there's nothing I can do.
"He couldn't, it's against the rules" Prue says. Now I know they know a lot more about this then they let on, and that only makes me more upset.
"But he promised, I saw" I say. I'm his daughter, screw the rules. Prue comes over to put her arm around me, but I orb away. It was unintentionaly, but I'm glad. I look around to see where I am. I'm under the porch again.
I lay back. Not caring that my clothes, and hair are completely muddy from the rain, and the dirt. I hear my sisters calling for me, but they can wait a little bit. I need to be alone.
