So um yea im the second writer in this story and ma other penname is de-anneisapurplemonkey but anyways im doing pipers pov cause piper is like ma fav sister. Also thanks for all the awsome reviews keep em coming all r appreciated luv to all our readers

De-anne

Someone to care

Phoebe, Paige Prue and I walked into the noisy hallways of Sanfransisco high. I looked around. I wasn't ready for this. Another year of being the one that no one notices, the nerd that no one would ever care about. The only difference now is that I will have people pitying me. I hate when people pity me. For once I'd just like someone to like me, someone to genuinely care.

I walked down the hallway and down to my old locker. I remembered the code easily 4 left…4 right…43 left. I checked my timetable to see which books I needed. English, yes my favorite subject, maybe things are looking up. It was still half an hour till English, so I decided to go and sit in the abandoned classroom. It's this classroom that they used to use as the detention room. But then the school was upgraded and now they do that somewhere else. It's really great for doing homework and just thinking. I'm the only one who knows about it so I'm never disturbed when I'm there.

I walked down the hall to the classroom and slowly opened the door. I walked in and went to sit down when I saw someone sitting in a desk in the back row. Oh my god, it was Leo Wyatt. The hottest, most handsome looking guy on the planet. To bad someone like me could never get someone as popular as him. As fare as I know he never gave anyone but cheerleaders the time of day anyway.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know this space was occupied."

"No, that's ok. Hey you're that girl who's grandmother died hey?"

Great that's all I need more pity. I looked at him with sad, yet strong and angry eyes.

"That's none of your business."

I went to walk out of the room. When I had looked at his face he hadn't seemed like a stuck up ass that I thought he was. But he was, he is a pompous ass who just pitied me.

"Wait, I didn't mean it to sound pitiful, I just know what you're going through that's all.

"How would you know what I'm going through. Do u know what it is like to have your grandmother die? Do you know what it's like to come back to school with no friends? Do you know what it's like to have everyone see you as that nerd who's grandmother died? No…you're just a pompous cheerleader magnet who gets everything he wants."

At this moment I couldn't take it anymore I had to get out of there. I ran out of the room and down the hall into the girl's bathroom. By this time I was crying. Tears were just running down my face, I couldn't control them. It wasn't fair. I knew I had my sisters, I knew that. But now I don't have grams or mum, I need someone.

I washed my face off to try and cover up the tear marks that covered my face. I wiped under my eyes and looked up into the mirror. I saw my brown eyes and long brown hair, which was tied back as usual. This will have to do, I thought to myself as I left the bathroom.

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I put my pen down. I was in English and I had just finished my in class essay about what we want to do in the future. I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted to be a chef. I loved to cook. The smells, the tastes, the colours it helps me escape, it makes me forget all of my problems for that time I am in the kitchen.

Come to think about it, my sisters would all starve if I didn't cook. Prue can't cool at all, she tried to cook pasta once but didn't pit any water in the pot and burned it. Not very smart. Ok, so she was 10 years old and had never used the stove before but hey she still did it. Phoebe and Paige mostly just couldn't be bothered but that's just the way they are. Besides, I like cooking.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as the teacher pulled my book from under my arms. She gave me a look, but then moved on to the next person.

The bell rang and I walked out of the class. I took my books to my locker and then stopped. Where was I going to go to have lunch? I thought about going back to the abandoned classroom, but I couldn't…he was there. But for some reason I wanted to for some reason I wanted to go there, I hoped that he was there. Before I knew what was happening, my legs were carrying me back to that room. I went all the way from my locker down 2 corridors and to the door of the room before I realized it was happening.

I stood outside the door. Should I go in? what if I do go in and he isn't there? Then I would have stood here debating with myself for nothing. But what if I went in and he was there? If he was there and he hated me for what I did this morning? What if he just hated me cause I'm a loser?

I couldn't do it. I couldn't walk into that room. I couldn't face him. I couldn't face school. I had to get out of there…………..