My school is awful. It's an all girls school, and they just love sport, except the teachers are actually crap. The teachers are always going on about how great the basketball team, or whatever team are to prospective parents but they aren't the ones who taught the teams to be good, outside of school people did! Talk about hypocrites.

I'd have updated sooner, but I got preoccupied with writing something else!

White and Silver

Prue answered the phone.

"Hello?" She said dully, uninterested in whoever was on the phone.

"Prue! I can't believe you didn't tell me when I called! We got them in the mail today! This is so great! I'm so excited!" Phoebe's words came rushing out and she hardly took a breath.

"Got what?" Prue said in confusion.

"Oh, very funny! Is this why you didn't want to come shopping? I can't wait until the actual day!"

"For what Phoebe? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Prue, stop kidding around! Not long now, huh? Me and Piper have been wondering when you'd start organizing things." A sick and cold feeling slowly began to fill her.

"O-organizing what?"

"Well, sending the invites out, setting the actual date, you know." Prue didn't know, although she was beginning to have a good idea what Phoebe was talking about.

"Invites?"

"Have you decided what color Piper and me get to wear? When can we go dress shopping?"

"Uh, whenever…what did you have in mind for these dresses? If you're wearing them, why would I chose the color?"

"Prue! It's your wedding. Of course you get to decide what color!"

"Wedding?" Prue said faintly. "You got wedding invites in the mail from me?"

"Yeah…why wouldn't we have? Generally when you post something, it gets sent to the people whose address is on the envelope."

"I just thought…it would…take longer. I have to go. Wedding things to organize, apparently!"

"Apparently? Are you feeling-"

"Bye Phoebe!" Prue slammed down the phone and grabbed her jacket.

It had been a while since she'd been to the museum, seeing as Roger didn't think she should be working at all. Prue had never felt so angry in her life. She shoved the doors in her way open, letting them smash into the walls. She didn't bother knocking on Roger's door either, and she half hoped that she'd catch him with his secretary so she'd have a reason to really be angry. Unfortunately, Roger was sitting at his desk, apparently hard a work. He looked up in surprise as Prue burst in.

"Hi darling! This is a great surprise!"

"Surprise, yes. Great? I don't think so. You sent wedding invites out? To our wedding?"

"Yes…why, is there a problem with that? It's just that, we are engaged and I automatically assumed that meant that we were going to get married at some point seeing as that's the question I asked you that got us engaged." Prue had to admit he was right there.

"You did it without telling me? I had to find out from Phoebe over the phone! I had no idea what she was talking about!"

"I was going to tell you tonight. It was meant to be a surprise."

"I can't believe you'd send out invites without telling me first! I'm supposed to be the one you're marrying! How can you expect me to even turn up if I don't know it's happening?"

"Don't be silly Prue. Of course you'll turn up." It didn't sound like a joke, it sounded like a threat. "So, I suppose you'll be thinking about a dress then?"

"Not really, no."

"So are Piper and Phoebe going to be your bridesmaids? Oh, how stupid of me, of course they are. You don't have any other friends. Except for that cop. Why don't you ask him to give you away seeing as you mother's dead and your father didn't want you?" He was smiling a cruel smile. Prue could have strangled him. "That'd be nice, wouldn't it? That way, all your friends will be involved. In fact, go and ask him now. I'm sure he'd love to do the honor of giving you away to me. If he says no, then I'm sure I could find one of my friends to do it." Prue took deep breaths, trying to stay calm. Roger was right. They were engaged. What did she expect to happen? It had to happen sometime. Roger was leaning forward slightly, still smiling at her. He reached into his desk and pulled something out, holding it towards Prue.

"What's that?" Prue asked suspiciously.

"It's his invitation. I didn't know his address, and I didn't want to spoil the surprise for you, although it looks as if your idiot sister took the fun out of it, for me. I guess it was still a surprise to you though."

"My sister isn't an idiot," she said through clenched teeth. Prue snatched the white and silver piece of paper from his hand and started walking out.

"I'll see you later, darling!" He called after Prue as she slammed the door behind her.

Back in her car, she tossed the invite onto the empty seat next to her and drove until she was sufficiently far away enough from Roger. She stopped the car and began to read the coldly colored invitation to her wedding, that she hadn't even seen yet. It made her feel sick, and she had to get out of the car to throw up in the bushes. She couldn't ask Andy to give her away, but she didn't want one of Roger's friends to do it. She didn't want anyone to do it, because she didn't want to get married.

She eventually drove home and pressed the flashing button on the answering machine, leaning against the wall to listen. Messages from people she couldn't remember congratulating her and Roger, and one from Piper.

"Yeah, like none of you expected a wedding," she muttered, looking at the invite she was still holding. Andy would be at work now, but maybe it was for the best that she told him there.

Andy looked up as something fell onto his desk.

"Prue…what do you want?"

"Just to give you that," she muttered, avoiding his eyes.

"What is it?" He picked up the piece of paper and read it, his curiosity turning into anger. "Prue, is this a wedding invitation?"

"Yeah, that's what it looks like." She turned and began walking away.

"Wait," he said, standing up. "Where did this come from?"

"Uh, me?"

"No, I mean…it's sort of sudden, isn't it? You never mentioned anything before."

"Well, I don't have to tell you everything, do I? It isn't sudden at all. I am engaged. Oh yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to give me away."

"What? Prue, are you out of your mind? You can't marry him, and you can't expect me to give you away, to him!"

"Oh well. That's a shame. Still, I hope you can come to the wedding." Andy was speechless. He could still see the faint bruises on her face and the fact that she would consider marrying Roger was inconceivable.

"Prue, you can't!"

"Why not?"

"I'll tell Piper and Phoebe!"

"Well, I did send them invites, so they already know," Prue said, trying to look bored.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"You wouldn't," she said certainly, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Try me."

"You do, Andy, and I'll never speak to you again."

"A small price to pay, for getting you away from darling Roger." Prue seemed to be wavering on whether she thought he'd tell Piper and Phoebe or not.

"What do you expect me to do?"

"Oh, as if you don't know."

"What if I don't want to? In fact, go ahead. Tell them. They'll never believe you because I won't back you up, and Roger sure as hell won't. You won't have any proof. They'll think you're crazy, or paranoid of just plain jealous!"

"There's still proof on your face."

"No there isn't. Or there won't be by the time I'm free from planning the wedding to go and see Piper and Phoebe."

"Okay, you know what? It's your choice, your life. And sure, I'll give you away." Prue raised her eyebrows.

"Good. That's settled then."

"Fine. Goodbye Prue. Thanks for the invitation." Prue paused for a few seconds, as if waiting to hear more and then started to walk away. "You'll regret this." She stopped and turned to face him.

"How do you know?"

"He doesn't love you, he never has, never will. You think you're gonna be happy with him?"

"Well I think I'll be happier than if I was alone. I want kids someday, Andy, and I can't wait around forever…for the 'right guy'. What if I never meet him?"

"What if you do? Can't you find someone who doesn't hit you to have kids with? Do you want your kids to be Roger's kids too? To have to live with Roger and what he does to you everyday of their lives? Do you want them to watch their Mom get beaten up?" Prue looked uncertainly at him.

"He'd never hit his children."

"If he'll hit you, then what's to say he wouldn't hit his children? Why stop with you? It's easy to lose your temper with children, and lash out. Believe me, I've seen it."

"Well if he did, I'd leave him, obviously."

"Why is it good enough for you then? You wouldn't let your kids go through it. Would you let someone do that to Piper? Or Phoebe? Is that the life you want for them?"

"No! Of course not!" Prue said, horrified.

"Then why should you have that sort of life?"

"Andy, I'm a different person to Piper and Phoebe."

"No one deserves what he does to you. Except maybe him. You know that Prue."

"Yeah, well I know lots of things. I know there are starving people in the world, I know there are people who want to kill themselves they're so unhappy, I know there are homeless people. I can't change any of that."

"But this is something that relates to you! We're talking about your life, your future."

"I thought you said you were okay with me marrying him. You said it was my life. You even said you'd give me away so why are we even having this conversation?"

"I don't know. Yes I do. Leave him for me and for your sisters and most importantly, yourself."

"He's changed, Andy!"

"He hasn't! Okay, look. If he hits you again, ever, then you'll leave him, right? Promise? Because if you really believe he's changed then you won't mind making this promise."

"Fine! I promise! Happy?"

"Not yet. I will be soon." Prue scowled at him.

"We'll see."

"Yep, we will."

AN: In German, we had to write up an essay we'd memorized, and the mark we get on it is really important, but loads of people cheated. I really hope they get caught, because they are all people I hate. One of them tried to open my locker seconds after I'd shut it and I was basically standing right next to it! And in Chemistry we had a test and I was just watching these three girls. One was writing and the one next to her would peer over and copy it and then the one next to her would look at her work and copy it!