Another Halliwell

Chapter 1

The bell rings loudly, and every student packs up quickly.

"Remember to do the homework for tomorrow's lecture!" Mrs. Peters said, walking back to her desk. "Mr. Miller, can I see you for a second?"

The boy rolled his eyes and slung one strap over his shoulder, and walked up to the desk.

"Are you doing alright? I've noticed that your grades have been slipping. Is everything okay at home?" Mrs. Peters said

The boy cleared his throat and put on a fake smile. "Yeah, everything is okay. It's just a little difficult studying when you live in a group home." He said with a hint of sarcasm.

Luckily for him, the teacher didn't pick up on the comment.

"Oh well, there are other places to study and finish your work. If you need help, don't be afraid to ask for help." She said, straightening papers.

The boy cleared his throat again, "Um yeah, thanks." The high schooler said and walked out of the classroom.

The halls were bustling with crowded teenagers from different levels to different clicks.

"Parker! Wait up, man!" his friend ran over.

This is Parker Miller, a 17-year-old boy who's trying to find himself. People say he looks like a Jensen Ackles, just with darker brown hair. He's been in foster care his whole life. He actually got adopted by a lovely couple but unfortunately died in a car accident, so he really never got the chance to know them or even remember them.

Parker rolled his eyes but waited for his friend to come over. "What is it, Michael?" Parker annoyingly said.

"What's gotten you so grumpy?" Michael nudged him.

"Nothing is a matter. What do you need?" Parker walked out of school.

"What I need from you is to come to this awesome club I found! It's called P3! They had awesome bands and singers come and play! We have to check it out!" Michael said excitedly.

Parker rubbed his face. "I'm not sure, man."

"Come on, Parker! Do you really want to go back home? You can even stay at my place," Michael offered.

This was tempting; Parker doesn't like the group home. They weren't abusive. He never really had any alone time and was not really getting along with the other kids. Parker would just stay out the latest he can and sneak back in when everyone else was sleeping.

He had to make a decision, and he had to do it now.

Parker nodded, agreeing to go out. Michael threw his arms into the air in victory.

"Do you still have your fake ID?" Michael said, with Parker nodding again. "Great, I'll come to pick you up tonight!"

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The club was booming, and people were having the time of their lives at P3. Prue and Phoebe were sitting at the bar wearing their typical clothes, saying, 'I'm sexy and single' while Piper is behind the bar working her ass off, making this nightclub the number one in the bay area.

"Piper, relax! P3 is doing great; look, people are having fun." Prue said, smiling.

"Yeah, Piper, relax!" Phoebe agreed with her.

Piper sighed and looked around frantically, still working. Both Prue and Phoebe rolled their eyes.

Phoebe turned around to lean back, doing her signature allure, eyeing everyone in the room. Prue leans in. "Anyone caught your eye?"

She shakes her head "Nope, nothing." She turns around and takes a sip from her drink.

"Anyway, what are we going to do about that demon! He'll just come back to kill us! We need more power. I can't believe I'm saying this, but the power of three is not enough." Prue explained, sipping her drink.

"Well, what can we do? Call another witch? It's difficult keeping a witch a secret, but now you want to tell everyone that we are one just so they could help us!" Piper said while working.

"Maybe we can. I mean, think about it, we met other witches before. How hard can it be to find one with enough power?" Phoebe said.

"We'll look later, but right now, I can't think because of this place being so busy," Piper said, wiping down the counters.

"Drink!" a man shouted from the opposite side of the bar.

Phoebe looked over at the pair of gentlemen taking shots, she couldn't describe it, but one of the younger boys look awful familiar.

"Hey, Piper... Do you think one of those boys looks familiar?" Phoebe said and pointed to one of them.

Piper and Prue both look to where Phoebe was pointed.

"And he looks awful younger, like a teenager," Prue said, side-eyeing Piper.

"OH, OH NO!" Piper reacted and quickly walked over to the pair of boys.

"Excuse me, do you both have IDs?" Piper said, putting on her fake smile.

Both boys look at her. "Uh yes, ma'am, we do." the boy with lighter hair said.

They both took out their wallets, and both gave IDs to Piper. She took them and looked at them carefully. Ben Dover and Clint Toris. Piper slammed her hands on the bar. "These are fake IDs! I want both of you to get out of my club!" Piper yelled, scaring the teenage boys and making a run to the exit.

Phoebe watched as both boys quickly ran out of the bar; due to Piper's demanding voice, she saw something drop out of the boy's pocket.

"Can you believe those two? Trying to do underage drinking. Ha, not under my watch! Phoebe?" Piper said, then Phoebe walked over to the item and picked it up. As soon as she picked it up, she got a premonition.

An older woman and a younger one holding a baby safely wrapped up in a blanket with Triquetra embroidered. The younger woman gave the baby to the nun, and both women walked away with the baby in the nun's arms.

"Oh, Oh Oh my!" Phoebe looked up at the stairs to exit, but the boys were both gone. She looked at the item, and it was a real ID. Parker Miller.

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"I can't believe we didn't get to see the band!" Michael hung his head in disappointment. Parker scoffed and shook his head.

"It's your fault for wanting to drink alcohol." Parker got into the passenger and Michael in the driver.

"But drinking enhances the experiences of watching the band and partying," Michael said, driving out of the club. Parker glared at his best friend "You asshole, now you owe me a new ID." Michael proceeds to laugh. "You love me, and you know it!"

"Whatever" Parker looked out of the window. He was wondering who those women are at the other end of the bar. They looked familiar, and... he couldn't describe the feeling, but it felt like a powerful connection between the three of them. I wonder if I will ever see them again?