AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've just been really busy. I've moved to another state to be with my sister (I kind of… ran away. But my parents know, and are okay with it, so is it really running away? I mean, I still have some contact with my mom…) And, my sister got engaged, and I'm the maid of honor. Between that and school, my life's been pretty hectic. Again, sorry for the wait!
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A private jet was soaring through the skies over the Rocky Mountains in Denver, Colorado. It was pure white, and the insides were furnished elaborately. There was a couch and a few arm chairs, all covered in velvet or silk. There was a large plasma screen TV in the front of the passenger section, as well as every game system and game imaginable. There were three people sitting on the couch, each occupied with a separate activity.
The first person was a man. He was middle-aged, balding, and had gray hairs appearing here and there. He was dressed in a crisp black suit, and was typing away on a very expensive laptop. He was Mr. Jamison, the head lawyer of the firm that handled all of the Bennett family's legal affairs.
The second was also male, but he was quite a few years younger, and a couple of feet taller. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. There was a gun obviously holstered in his belt. Sunglasses covered his cool gray eyes, hiding the constant gaze around the plane, making sure that nothing was going wrong. He was a bodyguard hired to protect the youngest Bennett family member.
The third, and last, person was female. She wore a wine colored dress suit, with the skirt just barely reaching her knees. Her bright red lipstick clashed with her outfit, and she was rifling through her blue briefcase. She was Ms. Marquette, the social worker assigned to the Bennett case.
They were all there for the purpose of transporting one teenage girl from her old home with her father in New York City to her new home with her grandmother and sisters in San Francisco. The girl was Piper Bennett. Actually, it was Piper Halliwell, as she was now legally named. In her opinion, it was a long time coming.
The girl's long, brunette hair was all that could be seen as she watched the clouds pass by with her milk chocolate eyes. Her mouth was frowning as she reflected on the events that were finally bringing her to the place where she felt she belonged.
Her father had been killed by an explosion only two short weeks earlier, along with four police officers. He had been the Richest Man in America, and when he died, he had left everything to her. Piper was unable to wrap her brain around the amount of money she had then held in her possession.
But, after the funeral, which had been held a few days later, she had decided what to do with the money. She set aside some of it to take care of her college tuition and some money for her new family, and had given away the rest to several charities and the former workers of Bennett Estate, as they had all lost their jobs, and many of them were Piper's friends.
Piper shifted her eyes away from the monotonous white and blue and dug into her backpack, which was set right next to the expensive armchair in which she was lounging. She finally pulled out a plain blue book. A blue ribbon was hanging from the top of the pages as the only decoration. She opened the book to its first page. It was purely white, except for the note at the top.
A friend to talk to when none are near. Remember, everything happens for a reason. Your eternal friends, Marcie and Bridget.
Piper ran her hands over the note written in black ink at the top of the page. She conjured up the images of her best friends in her minds, sadly knowing that she wouldn't be able to see them as often as normal. Although she was moving in with her sisters, something she had always wanted, some bad came with the good. She was gaining a family, but losing friends.
Piper hastily flipped the page over to reveal one which was completely blank. This book was a diary that Marcie and Bridget had given her for a goodbye gift. They thought that she would want it to write down thoughts that she wouldn't be comfortable sharing with anyone else, like she had done with them.
As her thoughts drifted away, she pulled out a pen from another pocket of her backpack. She slowly placed the black-inked pen on the upper left part of the page, preparing to write on it. Her right hand carefully scripted the words Dear Diary. She looked at the meticulously neat handwriting, and shook her head. She placed a large X over the words. Dear Journal she wrote next. An X was placed over that as well. Dear… she crossed the first word out.
She closed the diary, and threw her head back on her chair. She didn't want to write anything too cliché, but couldn't think of anything else to say. She didn't think Yo, dude would be an appropriate phrase to write, especially for her. Unsatisfied, she placed the book and pen back into her book bag.
Another day, Piper thought warily, sitting back into her chair and staring out the window again. Another day.
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AN: Sorry this is so friggin' short, it just doesn't work being in the same chapter as the next one, and I'm still not completely done writing the next scene, and I wanted to give all of you patient readers something for your wait!
