Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, only this idea, and part of it isn't even my idea, because I got the idea off of something in America's Next Top Model! Ok, I'll shut up now...

Yes, so new story. I've been holding back tons of ideas (some of which I'm glad I haven't written down because the suck!) but now I'm ready to burst! I have to get this one down on paper (or Word) because it's burning a hole in my brain. So, here's the FULL summary.

Summary: They don't know my past. They know nothing about me. They call me names and outcast me, but they have no clue what I've been through. They never will. And I watch him laugh and joke and have fun and I remember the last time I did. The last time I had fun. But does he have the slightest idea that he is the only one I want to see when I wake up? The only one I live for?

This is an execerpt (I don't think I spelled that right!) from my wonderful latest story.

Yes, I'm going through my rebelious stage a little early (or a depressive stage). Anyway, on with the story!

I walked down the halls, black hair hiding my face. I had to dye it again. The brown roots were starting to show. I heard people whispering, and I knew it was about me. They just don't understand. And I hear snickers and insults, directed toward me, and I ask myself, does it ever stop? Will I ever catch a break? Ever since that fateful night, years ago, nothing has been the same. Since she was killed, I haven't been able to be the bright cheery person I once was. The one that wanted to be a cheerleader when she got to highschool. But all that's changed.

I looked up for a second, to make sure I hadn't passed my destination, and good thing I did because I was right where I wanted to be. My locker. He was standing, talking and joking with his jock friends. What did he think of me? Did he think I was a joke or something? Like everyone else? These questions ran through my head every second of every day. He turns around and I put my head back down, hiding my face as I always did when he looked my way. I opened my locker and grabbed my black bag. I stashed everything I was going to need tonight for homework and slammed the locker shut. I quickly shuffled away, and I could feel his eyes boring into my back.

I walked out of the stuffy school, walking to my car as fast as I could, hoping no one would stop me today. But to no avail, someone threw a rock at my feet. I whipped my head around. The blonde hair was flipped over her shoulder as she giggled.

"Aren't you going to say something? Anything?" she said smuggly. The girl beside her smirked. I shook my head, my hair just shaking back and forth slightly. I turned back around.

"See, I told you she was a mute. She's a freak. She doesn't deserve to live," Nicky whispered under her breath. I listened to them laugh evilly before I heard their high heels clicking away. Tear prickled my eyes, the black make up running down my cheeks when they finally broke through my barrier, which was in my car.

They don't know my past. They know nothing about me. The call me names and outcast me, but they have no clue what I've been through. They never will. And I watch him laugh and joke and have fun and I remember the last time I did. The last time I had fun. But does he have the slightest idea that he is the only one I want to see when I wake up? The only one I live for?

I turned the keys in the ignition and started my drive home.

Whew, the end of the first chapter! Who do you think was killed "that fateful night"? I know it was short, but it's like an intro! Please review and tell me what you think. I have a lot of insecurities that I don't really let out in the open, like my writing ability, and my teachers say "Oh, you're just fantastic!" but people have called me many things and say that I have no talent, and if I left, they'd be happy, and it's really hard when not a lot of people review... not to make you feel bad or anything. Just a lot of insecurities, that's all. SO REVIEW! Should I continue with the story?

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