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Hey guys, sorry for the wait, but just so you know, the more reviews, the more story, this is going to be short because I want to know what people think of a short story I wrote for my English class. I am going to have a very short chapter with all Piper and her thoughts about this then please read and criticize my story Breaking Lines.

Secrets Bestowed

Chapter 13: All about Piper

Manor(Piper's POV)

Who is this Katherine character and what is she trying to pull off...She seems familiar but where have I seen her before? Prue...She reminds me of Prue. Come on Piper get a hold of yourself, other people have blue eyes and raven dark hair.

Phoebe knows something, I know what she looks like when she has a premonition. I guess my trust in in Phoebe, Katie, and Pam. This is going to be interesting. My trust is in two teenagers and my rambunctious sister...great. Well I guess only time will tell.

"Hey..." Ah

"Leo...you scared me, what's up?" I hope this isn't bad news

"Its about Katherine, "I really didn't want to hear that. "I don't sence that you trust her. I have checked everything on her and she is fine."

"Um.." What am I supposed to say, its as if he has

"Just relax, get some rest and Ill see you later." I decided he was right and took a nap.


ok that's it for now. Here is the story, please give your honest opinions on it:

Breaking Lines

It was one of those normal Saturday mornings for a small town girl, eating breakfast with the family, going to the market to restock from the week, and going out with my dad on our family boat Break Away somewhere in between night and day.

I remember the whole day from the first words said to the very last. I remember saying good morning to Mr. Greenwich, the owner of our town market. I remember Mrs. Dane telling me how I look just like my parents, I even remember when the most boring person in the world Miss Foue droned on about how I was born during Hurricane Sandy and how my first word was boat. I remember though every thought, as well as words said that afternoon before we went out on the sound.

"Daddy can I take the boat out by myself tomorrow please…" I have always wanted to glide across the long island sound in our boat. Even though my dad never said yes, he also never said no, so I never gave up on it.

"Honey, you know you are not driving this boat until you are at least 17" As a 7 year old girl, I longed for the day I turned 17. My dad told me that not only will I be able to drive Break away, but apparently I will also be able to drive a car and choose what I want to be when I'm all grown like mommy and daddy.

It was 4 in the afternoon and my dad finally finished the long and dirty job of getting the boat ready to go out. He wiped his Sludgy, oil-covered hands on his already dirty worn trousers, and went into the house to wash up. While he was gone I looked upon the boat I always thought of as my sanctuary, the boat I had my first birthday in. It wasn't the newest boat because daddy said that he has had it even before he met mommy, but I loved it no matter what.

Not to many minutes later, daddy came out of the house in a clean pair of trousers and a spotless shirt. "You ready kiddo." Before I could nod, he lifted me up so for a brief second I was soaring in the air until I came to an abrupt halt when my feet hit the hard fiberglass bottom of the boat. As soon as I got on the boat I caught the line that my daddy said kept the boat with us and held on to it because I was afraid that if I let it go, the boat would leave us.

After a while, it started to get dark, so we started to head home for the night. When we neared home, I saw a boat with flashing lights chasing another boat, both headed in our direction. "Daddy look at the pretty lights" My dad looked and immediately got on our boats radio.

"Police boat, Police boat, this is Break away over." I remember the whole thing.

"Break Away, this is marine police headquarters how can we be of service? Over." I ever remember the clam soothing tone of that lady on the radio.

"um… there's a police boat on pursuit of a speed boat headed towards us. Over." This wasn't the first time I've heard about police on the water, mommy told me that sometimes they have to follow the bad guy onto the water when nobody else can, and when it is not dangerous enough for the Coast Guard to come in.

"What is your location? Over." The boats were nearing, they must have been pretty far away.

"We're on the southeastern part of the Long Island Sound. Over." They were only about a half a mile away now.

"Sir just stand back and keep away from the chase, the man being pursued is a dangerous criminal." Just then, the engine stalled and the radio shut off. I then felt so much fear, I clenched onto the line daddy gave to me as if it was my only way of survival. Thank god I had a life jacket on, because right after our engine stalled and my dad yelled out some curses, I was thrown overboard into the cold dark blue sea watching the scene before me. I heard 6 loud booms exactly, which I later found out to be the 6 gasoline related explosions.

When I was finally pulled onto the police boat, I was immediately given a blanket and held in a man's strong grasp. I then got my voice back a little." Daddy?"

"I'm sorry miss, but your daddy is not coming back." I didn't find out about the whole thing or at least understand it until I was a bit older.

It turned out that during one of those six explosions, my father died along with the criminal. Both boats were completely destroyed and so I thought were my dreams. But even now I still keep my dreams with that line my father gave me because it was the last thing he touched; it was the thing that kept him vibrant in my memory.

It is now 2006; 10 years later and can drive and still have to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life. High school is over in a few days and all the colleges I applied for accepted me, but just needed to know what I will be majoring in. The only thing my father was wrong about was about me driving our boat. I haven't even been on any boat since that day when I was 7

I still to this have that line my father gave me. It is the one thing I can rely on to make me happy and sad at the same time. Happy that I still have a part of my father and sad that it reminds me of that day so vividly it almost scares me.

The rope has marks on it showing what it has been through, not so different than my view of me. It had burn marks everywhere from the explosions and fire. I also have scares from that. Duct tape also repairs major tears from when I was completely lost and torn in Jr. High and felt that my dad was to blame. It took me a few months to find myself and tie myself back up so I wouldn't get lost again, like the day Break away drifted off for a day, before we found it again.

I have been through life in high school and Jr. High as an almost normal teenager, but what is Normal anyway? I have been through some boyfriends, and friends who I came to loath. I had to go through the death of my father and my mom's depression. The rope has wet stains from all the tears I have cried, and worn spots from where I squeezed it tightly when I was scared at night. It went through life with me, and like me, the rope is still as strong as ever because of all we have been through. I will never let it go, for we are and always will be tied together.

Graduation is tomorrow and for some reason I have been thinking about my past more that usual. I didn't really realize why until the next day when I walked up to get my diploma. It then hit me. I know what I can do with the rest of my life. I Chelsea Torhnam will be in the Coast Guard. Maybe I can be there to prevent deaths like my fathers 10 years ago.

As all lives, life will end, just like a rope. This might sound a bit depressing but it is the truth. Life just has to be lived even if it means pain. That is what my life so far had taught me. I myself am lucky that I still have more time hopefully till my rope ends, but when that happens it just means

that it is time for another life to start and ride their rope of life. Ropes burn, tear, fray, break, and wear, just like people in a less literal way.

I now sit in my room carried away by the moonlight shadow thinking about the lives I will save after I make it through college. My trusty line will be with me during the whole ride, no matter what. I will never forget about what was learned within these 10 years.


To be continued

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