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 they 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 excerpt from my wonderful latest story.
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No way. My hair was back to brown and...shoulder short! I miss my long hair terribly. Prue had hers cut to my length and Phoebe had hers trimmed. It was already pretty short. We got our nails painted, our toes (manicure and pedicure), and lastly one of those face mask things. We had about two hours before the game left. Prue paid and we left. I kept forgetting that I couldn't flip my hair over my shoulder.
"Mall next. We are giving you a total redo," Phoebe said. "Black's a nice color, but personally I think you'd look good in whites, yellows, blues, and...maybe purples or greens." Prue nodded in agreement and drove us to the mall. We headed straight for one of those expensive stores with nice clothes, but too expensive. Prue immediately began sifting through the clothes, finding my "colors" and my size. By the time we were finished, I had a whole pile of clothes. Mom would kill me if I came home with this much stuff. Dad would have a heart attack. Prue had a sufficient amount, and Phoebe had two outfits.
"Piper first," Prue said. Phoebe nodded. I sighed and went into the changing rooms. I came out in a sky blue tank top and a frayed jean skirt. I looked liked Nicky. Prue screamed excitedly and Phoebe gasped. "Get it."
"I look like Nicky," I whined. Phoebe shook her head and Prue gave me another look over. She shook her head too.
"You look like a babe. I'm buying, you're getting," she said, grabbing the outfit. "Next." I changed again and again and again and again. After what felt like days, I was finished, so was Prue and Phoebe was trying on her last outfit. I had about...7 things of each piece of clothing, plus a new bra and underwear. With my own money I bought a pair of black baggy pants and a red tank top. Prue and Phoebe looked the outfit over and begrudgingly let me buy them. After paying, we made a quick trip to Claire's to get new earrings. Then, we took turns in the car changing to head to the football stadium.
"You're going to knock the socks of our football team, Piper," Phoebe said from the front seat. Prue murmured in agreement, keeping her eyes on the road. I blushed. Prue had forced me into something other than my outfit. It was mostly green-turquoise tank top (since it WAS summer) and a flowing, lacy, white knee-length skirt. Phoebe had decided on her first outfit, hip-hugging white sweats and a dark pink t-shirt. I wish I was her. Prue had struggled herself into a jean skirt, white leggings, and a smoky colored tank top. We pulled into the parking lot, Phoebe was gibbering away to Prue, Prue was listening. I myself was calling my mother.
"You're going where?" Mom asked in disbelief. I sighed irritably and repeated. "You're first football game? With that cheerleader girl, Prue? I'm so proud of you! Tell me all about it when you get home. You are coming home?"
"Yes Mom, I'm coming home. Can I go now?" I pleaded. We said our goodbyes, Prue and Phoebe snickering at me, and I closed my cell and tried to slip it into my pocket. Oops. Don't have any. "Where am I going to put this?" Phoebe grinned evilly.
"In your new purse!" Phoebe exclaimed. From behind her back she pulled a white shoulder bag. Prue gasped, apparently "surprised", but Prue's a horrible actor. "Put it in." I grabbed it roughly and shoved my cell in it. I slung it over my shoulder.
"I hate you guys." They smiled, and we entered the stadium. "Wait a sec- aren't you a cheerleader?" Prue turned to me.
"Oh, yeah," Prue answered. "I cut it this year. Since it's my last year, I wanted to focus on grades. They always slipped during cheer leading, and I can't afford that this year." I nodded in understanding. I did understand that. It was Senior year, and even I was trying harder for good grades. I wanted to get out of here. Leave all of these horrible memories behind.
"You never did tell us what you were hiding," Phoebe said simply. I hit myself in the forehead.
"I am so sorry. I totally forgot. Half time, swear," I said truthfully. That meant I was going to have to keep that in my mind. "Why don't you remind me?" She agreed. I paid for the tickets and we took our seats in the bleachers. The concrete felt cool against my hands as I leaned back, my NEW shining brown hair glittering. Even I was pleased. I saw the football team jog out, and my eyes scanned for one in particular. I couldn't tell from all the gear, but I thought I saw the color of sun-colored hair. I tore my eyes away from him, seeing how the cheerleaders were doing without Prue. Nicky co-captain, aka second in command was trying to look really important. The real captain, Jordan, a dirty blond and blue eyed senior, who is actually very nice, was leading a cheer about us kicking there butts.
"L-E-O-P-A-R-D-S! LEOPARDS! GO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O LEOPARDS!" Phoebe screamed. I clapped with her as the game began, but I refused to embarress myself with her. Leo made his way to the center of the field with the team, gathered them around him and gave them the plan. I'll never really know what he said. All I know is that football talk is very confusing. I've never understood football and probably never will. I don't plan to learn.
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"I am so sorry," Phoebe said as we stood in line for soft pretzels and soda. I nodded. Prue rubbed my back in comfort. Telling a friend and an acquaintance about the worst moment in your life is not the most easiest thing. But there was no way I would tell them the hardest thing. Telling them I had tried to kill myself. We got our pretzels and drinks, walking away from the line. I was not looking where I was going. I felt a hard object bump into me. Or me into it. I glanced up.
There was the face I did not want to see tonight.
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Please review and tell me who you think it is. And if you think it's Leo, think again. It's someone you'll never expect.
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