A/N: Hey guys! This is just strange high school kids having fun. . . it's a
pass around story my two best friends and I are doing. Each chapter is from
a different Charmed One's POV. Jen is Piper, Sammy is Phoebe, Mandie is
Paige. This one's from Piper's POV, the next will be Phoebe's, then
Paige's, then back to Piper. Hope you enjoy it. . .we had a blast writing
it!! Please review and let us know what's what!! Thanks!!
~Jen/Sammy/Mandie
I walked with my two best friends, my sisters, through the pale green corridors of the high school. The school year had just begun, and, as always, we were swamped with work. This year, though, I was a junior. Being a junior meant so many things. I had the respect that comes with being an upperclassman, and the excitement of being merely one year away from graduation. And yet, life could be more exciting. These drab walls were not fulfilling (never had been), and I wanted something more.
Wanting more when you're a student in high school is one of the biggest oxymorons in existence. It's almost impossible to expand upon your life when you're worrying about the SATs and college, holding down a job and saving money, and getting a car (assuming one passes their driver's license test) and affording car insurance.
My sisters, Phoebe and Paige, felt how I did about getting more out of life. Our older sister, Prue, had been just like us, and had left for college one week after her graduation (not that she was eager to get out or anything...). Prue had been very outgoing during her years in high school, and Phoebe took after her in that she was only in her sophomore year, and already editor and columnist for the school paper. Paige, on the other hand, was a rowdy young teenager, who barely managed to keep her grades decent and rarely even showed up for school. As for me, well, I was a quiet, well-mannered girl, I kept my grades up, and every year I had perfect attendance. We were almost completely different people, but we were sisters, and more than that, we were best friends.
~Jen/Sammy/Mandie
I walked with my two best friends, my sisters, through the pale green corridors of the high school. The school year had just begun, and, as always, we were swamped with work. This year, though, I was a junior. Being a junior meant so many things. I had the respect that comes with being an upperclassman, and the excitement of being merely one year away from graduation. And yet, life could be more exciting. These drab walls were not fulfilling (never had been), and I wanted something more.
Wanting more when you're a student in high school is one of the biggest oxymorons in existence. It's almost impossible to expand upon your life when you're worrying about the SATs and college, holding down a job and saving money, and getting a car (assuming one passes their driver's license test) and affording car insurance.
My sisters, Phoebe and Paige, felt how I did about getting more out of life. Our older sister, Prue, had been just like us, and had left for college one week after her graduation (not that she was eager to get out or anything...). Prue had been very outgoing during her years in high school, and Phoebe took after her in that she was only in her sophomore year, and already editor and columnist for the school paper. Paige, on the other hand, was a rowdy young teenager, who barely managed to keep her grades decent and rarely even showed up for school. As for me, well, I was a quiet, well-mannered girl, I kept my grades up, and every year I had perfect attendance. We were almost completely different people, but we were sisters, and more than that, we were best friends.