Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, at all, nor do I have any saying about the show, that is why this is a fanfiction…

N/A: Yup, another story about the Halliwell's as teenagers, well I know we've had an overload of them, but I just can't seem to get enough…

N/A: It's a big What If… Patricia never died and Paige wasn't given up. The girls powers were never bound… Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paige all live with their mother and Grams, and once a week they go to their dad's, Victor and Sam…

N/A: Prue is 17, Piper is 15, Phoebe is 13 and Paige is 11

« Phoebe Halliwell ! » The thirteen-year-old sighed, she knew what this meant. Her mother never called her that unless she was angry. And Patricia Halliwell was someone you avoided when she was angry, only Grams wasn't scared by her, but of course, mom had inherited it from her. When she arrived downstairs, her mother was holding Phoebe's school bag… and her make-up. "Can you explain this?" She was asked, so Phoebe tried to state the obvious, in her own twisted mind. "It's Pipers." Patricia frowned, in her own sarcastic manner. "Give me one good reason why your sister would hide HER make-up in YOUR bag?" Phoebe looked at her feet. "I thought so." "Why were you scooping in my bag anyway?" Sometimes, she really didn't know where she got the courage to say such things to her mother, and wished she'd just shut up. "I was searching your lunchbox."

Piper entered the kitchen; she could see at Pheebs and her mothers faces that something was not so great this morning. "Morning" She said before she made herself a sandwich and sat down. "Morning honey" Her mother answered before she continued her lecture on Phoebe. "If I ever catch you with any of this junk without my permission again, you'll be cleaning the house, alone." "Yes mom" Phoebe said quietly as she sat down. Piper couldn't help but chuckle, this really was quite funny. "Now where are your sisters?" Patty asked "Prue! Paige! It's time to come down."

"I'm coming!" Prue yelled from her room. She looked at herself in the mirror again. "Why won't this bob go down?" She was almost in panic. She had to look her best today, since today the yearbook pictures were taken and she had an image to keep up. As she was leaving her room, Prue noticed one of her books was still on her desk. "Oh, what's magic for if you can't use it." She murmured as she used her telekinetic power to bring it to her. Suddenly, Paige orbed in to her room. Prue jumped. "What are you doing?" The eleven-year-old shrugged her shoulders and orbed downstairs. "Catch me if you can!" Kids! Prue thought.

Prue took her bag and went downstairs; everyone was already waiting to leave. "Finally, the queen has arrived, can we go now mom?" Piper asked, quite agitated. "Sorry, I had important business to finish." Piper wanted to snap something back, but Patty interrupted her. "Okay, about tonight, Prue, you're taking Piper and Phoebe to Victor's house, Paige honey, Sam said he'd pick you up after school." The four girls nodded. "Now away, before you're too late. And Prue, please drive safe." Patty hated the fact that she couldn't drive her daughters to school, but her job was quite demanding. "I always do!" Her eldest daughter yelled as she got in her car. She watched her daughters disappear and closed the door. There was work to be done.