Author's Note: Just found the next 3 chapters to this story so I thought I might as well put it on. Thanks for all the reviews everyone.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Charmed, but the bands in my story are all mine!
Dear Diary,
Today has been one of my worst days ever, and without even the help of demons or warlocks! I'm not supposed to be writing this really…but…I'll start from the beginning.
This morning, as arranged, I met Sugar and Spice. Turns out they're very popular-but they weren't what I was expecting. 4 men. They were very good musicians, but they played classical and country music. Not that they were rubbish, because they were brilliant, but they just didn't fit the club image. I told them that I'd ring them. So now I still don't have a band for P3 and my time's running out, and it doesn't help stuck here in bed.
Paige and Phoebe were ignoring me and kept on giving me dirty looks-well, until now because they're all 'concerned' about me.
You see, after I met Sugar and Spice, I went to the local newsagent's and did the grocery shopping and came home-to find it in an absolute mess. My head was throbbing and I hadn't had much sleep last night. The sink was filled with piles of dirty dishes, so I set to work. I picked up a dish and began to scrub, but I could feel my body burning up. The dish escaped my clutches and fell and I could hear it smash as it landed, and my head gave an unsatisfactory sickening thud when it smashes against the ground. Then everything went black.
I woke up to find myself lying in my bed, with Leo, Phoebe, Paige and our doctor standing beside me looking worried. I sat up and felt my head-there was a big lump.
"Ow" I moaned and then gave a little smile as my family gave me a huge hug. I winced a little as they lifted their bodies off me. The doctor (Leo got one because it wasn't anything to do with magic) advised me to stay in bed for a few days, then see how I feel. Also, I have to do nothing-according to him I need complete silence with lots of rest and no added stress. I was told that the stress was what made me ill. That's why I'm trying to hide the fact that I'm writing this when I'm not supposed to be. I-oh no, Leo's just come into the room and seen me! I'd better go.
Piper
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