Hey everyone, my name's Katie and this is my first fic. Reviews are appreciated and treasured. This would be a classic Charmed story, Leo's still here, and there's no Christy, Billie, or Henry. Prue is still dead (sorry) so there's Piper, Phoebe and Paige. I really hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that have appeared in Charmed, it's kinda depressing actually.
Hello, my name's Katharyn Whistler, though I wouldn't mind at all if you called me Kitty, it's been my nickname for a while.
I'm fourteen years old, normal kid, pretty good looking (if I do say so myself.)
I'm an only child to Mark and Karyn Whistler, and if it were up to them, I'd spent the next seven years of my life glued to their sides, going on father-daughter camping trips and spa days.
Of course, they're pretty close to giving up all hope that I'd turn out the way they wanted. But would they just accept that and move on? No way, and now I'm stuck with Peanut Butter and Jam sandwiches everyday, diagonally cut and without crust. Just how I liked it, when I was around four.
But, because of their " ignorance is bliss" policy, I've been able to get away with one of the biggest secrets ever kept. Seriously, I doubt that any other fourteen year-olds have to deal with this. I wanna get just get it out though, I don't feel like having the weight of a huge secret on my chest anymore, but I don't know of anyone else like me. Maybe I'll just find some mountain somewhere, climb to the top, and scream it at the top of my lungs.
"WAKE UP SANFRANSICO, I'M A WITCH!"
What an alarm clock I would be. Plus, my parents might consider disowning me; I'll have to further investigate this new way of "coming out of the broom closet." No, I don't ride a broom, well, I've never tried. But I can do other things, like control wind a bit, just enough to make mini tornadoes and stuff, I have always wondered if I could fly one day.
Anyway, welcome to my life, please enjoy the ride and keep all limbs inside the vehicle. Oh, and don't forget to buckle up either, it's going to be one hell of a time.
Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeep.
Today's going to be a bad day. Well, if my alarm clock has anything to say about it. To me, the perfect day would probably just to sleep, but I really shouldn't get my hopes up with such fantasies.
" Kitttttty, rise and shine, it's Monday!"
My God, like anyone would appreciate it if you reminded them of that. Mondays, the bane of my existence. Nevertheless, I threw the covers off and staggered to my closet, pulling out random clothes and making it into the bathroom. My bathroom was my haven, complete with a wonderful bath and shower, perfect to every detail. It was the thing I needed every morning, before heading off into the harsh, real world.
Breakfast was a cup of hot chocolate and a homemade cinnamon roll, don't get the wrong idea, I can barely heat up an Eggo. This is all courtesy of my mom, who thinks breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
" Do you have any tests in school today, Kitty?" My mom asks, making coffee for when my dad comes down to eat.
"No, Mom." Just like I say every morning, if she doesn't know I have a test, then she won't mind if I get a bad mark. I finished off the last bite of my roll and grabbed my school bag, headed for the door. I walk to school, since it's only a few blocks away, though it took a month of arguing with my parents (and the threat of not eating) before they gave their consent.
I walked a bit, before I heard the familiar sound of roller blades behind me. Jake, my best friend in elementary and middle school, before we got shipped off to different high schools. Don't make any assumptions, we're just friends, as if that isn't the most clichéd line you've ever heard. Luckily we see each other every morning on the way to school; it's probably my favorite part of the day. I turned around and stuck my thumb out, like I was hitchhiking.
"Give a girl a ride?" I said, with an innocent smile playing at my lips.
Jake stopped in front of me, his hazel eyes were dancing with amusement, and his sandy blonde hair was messy and windswept, as usual.
"Of course, Madame, how could I resist?" He said playfully back, before bending down in front of me. He was considerably taller than me, but I wasted no time in jumping on his back, while he continued roller blading down the street. Now this was getting to school in style. This was our routine every morning, done in silence; I enjoyed listening to the sound of his blades on concrete. Once, I'd offered to do the roller blading, but he'd refused. I guess it's the man in him talking.
"Here's your stop, Kitty." He said, slowing down at an intersection, he still had a few more blocks to his school, but mine was quite close.
"Thanks, Jake." I said, "I'll see you after school." He nodded and with a smile in my direction, started blading the other way.
I continued walking, now I had nothing to look forward to except classes, and my other friends I guess. I looked across the street to a lady getting out of her car; she was struggling, trying to hold her baby in one arm and some bags in the other. I watched her climb up the porch steps and into the door. Then I noticed something; a baby bag had been forgotten near her car. You know, those things with extra diapers and bottles.
Well, I thought, it might make me late, but at least I'd have done something good today.
I started to walk across the street, headed towards the house, hoping that some good karma would head my way. Suddenly I heard some screeching to my left, I turned and saw an out of control car coming my way.
I don't know what happened, I just…I just froze, I guess.
I'd always scream at the characters in horror movies, tell them to stop staring and start running. I'd laugh, then think what I'd do in their situation. But now…
I couldn't move.
I couldn't scream.
The stupidest things occurred to me, I had English first block today, and a sparrow chirped to my left. Why now? Why let this happen when I had been trying to do something good? I shut my eyes tightly and braced myself for impact.
But it never came.
Instead, a strange sensation washed over me, like someone had cracked an egg on my head. I was lifted up, up and away by strange blue orbs. Was I dead? My parents would be devastated. It took a couple seconds for the light to fade, but then I opened my eyes cautiously. I could hear things…smell things, so that meant I wasn't dead? How is this possible?
It clicked that there were arms around me, and I tensed and jumped away in surprise. It was a man staring down at me with concern. What the hell?
"Who are you?" I asked quickly, I could hear my voice; it was high pitched and panicked.
"Please," he said, holding up his arms in a peaceful gesture. "My name is Leo, I'm your whitelighter."
Da Da Duhhhhh, well, there it is! No sisters in this chapter, hopefully in the next one. Please review; I'll give everyone a muffin. (:
