I sit down on the chair, thinking about things. I used to think about my future, how I would turn out when I got older; what my kids would look like. I always used to think I would be married to some wonderful angel of a man, and have two kids, a boy and a girl. But I know that will never happen. Now when I think, I wonder what date I'm going to make it to. Will I exist to see myself graduate, or will I disappear before? I think about suicide a lot, but I don't know what or who will push me over the edge. I don't really have a plan, so I guess the best thing for me to do is just throw up and see what happens.

Prue

Ugh, today is a Sunday, which means tomorrow is a Monday, which means I have to go back to school. My sisters don't know that I'm not taking a photography course; I'm taking a course in appraisal, because apparently they don't have photography. I'm going to end up at a museum, the place that children fear, and when I take my kids to work they'll pull at my leg and ask to leave. I guess I should try harder to make myself a career in photography, but right now I don't believe I can. Since Grams is sick, I'm going to have to support this family, and a photographer's pay is close to nil.

It's all dreams; I wish they were true. I wish Phoebe could become a professional dancer, instead of ending up at some dull office job, I wish Piper could settle down with a wonderful husband and own a restaurant, and I wish I could become a photographer and marry my boyfriend Andy. Andy… I haven't heard from him in a while, I haven't seen him ever since I left for school. I wonder if he still lives here. I should give him a call; I'm tired of being alone.

I pick up the black phone in my hands, run my fingers around the buttons. I press the on button and listen to the dial tone loud, long, and persisting. It buzzes in my ear, telling me, taunting me, Andy doesn't love you anymore, he never did; he's actually done something with his life, unlike you. I slam it down into the cradle and spend what seems like an hour staring at it.

Phoebe

"Can anyone tell me what kind of rock schist is?" There are snickers across the room. I roll my eyes; these people are so immature. Okay, yeah it sounds like shit, get over it, I just wanna get out of this stupid class. "The name is not something to laugh over, all your grades, however are."

I don't care what grade I have, or what kind of rock schist is. How could this possibly affect me in life? I'm not on my way of becoming a geologist, so why should I care? I feel like screaming out to Mr. Murphy, tell me why I should care. The answer is metamorphic and class goes on, slowly, the clock ticking about every hour.

"Miss Halliwell, do you hear me? What does pumice look like?"

"A piece of Schist." I say, and yawn.

"Miss Halliwell, that is not appropriate for our class, but since you used one of our vocab terms, I'll let you off easy, Miss Brinn, would you like to tell me the answer?"

Ana Brinn nods and quietly says, "Its light colored with many holes."

"Good, alright, see Miss Halliwell? If you pay attention like Miss Brinn, you'll get the answer."

I don't want to push Prue farther then she already is, otherwise I'd tell this arrogant teacher where his rocks really should go… up his… But a call to the principal would mean another 'juvenile delinquent' chat from Prue. Somehow that conversation would lead to Ryder, and I don't want that.

The bell rings and I shoot out of my chair, it's lunch and half an hour until English. I sit with Rina, Kelly, and Allison at lunch. I look around for Piper; I can't see her anywhere. I see Justin and grab him by the back of his shirt.

"Do you know where Piper is?"

"No, I was just looking for her…" Justin looks a little worried.

"Did she have any trouble with those jerks today?"

"Which jerks?" Rina asks, Rina knows everything, so she probably would know where Piper is.

"Uhh, you know, jocks, one has red hair, I think they're juniors."

"The one with red hair is Kale and the others are, Jonah, Eli, and Jeff." Rina talks like she's reading off some internal database. "They didn't bother Piper today."

Kelly rolls her eyes and sighs, "I went out with Kale once, he's such an asshole."

"Mmm hmm, so where do you think Piper is?" I ask, and softly punch Allison.

Allison is in dreamland right now, ever since she got back from rehab, she's gotten a bit… different. "Oh what?"

"Haven't you been listening to a word they said Al?" Kelly asks, looking at Allison, who picks at her cuticles.

"Yeah, I think I saw Piper go into the bathroom."

"Kay thanks Al." I say, and grab Justin.

"I'm not allowed to go into the girls room." He whines.

"Yeah, but you're the only one that can make Piper feel better for whatever weirdness she's going through."

"Not true."

I see Piper in the hallway, and run up to her, "Piper, we've been looking for you."

She smiles at me, but looks tired, and not well, "Well, I'm here."

"Are you okay?"

"Fine."

"Okay." I spot Ryder drinking out of a water fountain and push Piper in the other direction. It's too late; he's spotted me.

"Phoebe!" He runs up to me and kisses me on the lips, his mouth smoky and semi sweet. He smiles at me, and strokes my hair. He looks over at Piper, "Who's this?"

I know what Piper is thinking, Ryder thinks she's a geek, but she doesn't know that, and she's going to tear herself up over it. "This is my sister, Piper, and her friend Justin."

"Nice to meet you." Ryder says sweetly, he's suddenly Mr. Polite guy.