Prue – 19
Piper – 17
Phoebe – 13

People say that you can get what you want by just wishing and working hard. I‘ve never really tried to prove this theory wrong, nor have tried it personally. According to my best friend, Cora, "life is something you live, so you don’t get board in heaven." She’s not, completely pessimistic, she just has to know the answer to every question, not necessarily right answer, just an answer.

I don’t everything in the world, I’ll admit that. I just want to at least make a half of a percent of the United States better. Some day I will, but right now, I’m just trying to figure it out.

My older sister, Piper dropped me off. I love her with all my heart and wouldn’t trade her in for the world, but she is quite . . . . strange. But she’s a great person, that’s all maters, or at least to me.

I waved, and she drove away. I walked into Jacob Kanes Junior High. My so-called building of education. So how I had become unfortunately popular. Every knew me. I was nice I every I saw, some more than others. I knew no one knew me, I real me. I was like one of those people, who "had fabulous talent, in sports, school, dancing, acting," and that I always "smiling." People say that a smile can heal the world, I say a smile can protect you from question. I smile because I have to, I’m the youngest of the most well known family in the good San Francisco. Everyone knew Grams, and her current husband, everyone knew Prue, perfect Prue, everyone "knows off" Piper, smart Piper, and me well, I was Phoebe Halliwell, the one who left to make sure I kept the family together, our reputation.

Our of course I’m going through adolescence, so I most likely have my point of view of things just totally messed up. But hey, today I do, maybe tomorrow something else will happen.

I walked down the hallway, wearing what my sisters called my "award-winning smile." Guys I barely said hi, girls could care less about me said hi. Finally Grant, my friend, who everyone says wants to be my boyfriend, came up to me.

"Hey, Pheebs. You going to the dance."

"Yeah course," I sighed. "I gotta go to practice."

I walked away. Smiling like always.