WHO MISSED ME?! {You'd better ALL be saying that you did!} Although, I haven't really been gone, I've been reading & reviewing on stories & chatting with random people. I just haven't been writing.

About that. It took me like a week to write this freakin' chapter which means I should update about once a week. I'm trying to make my chapters longer since I can't update every single day anymore.

Also, I don't like writing from different people POVs but this story is gonna be from Sabrina's and Puck's. {I just knew that I was gonna end up doing that with one of my Sisters Grimm stories, this is the one I chose!}

Chapter 1: Sabrina's POV

I groaned as I sat up and looked around.

Where the hell am I?

I was in an alley surrounded by a bunch of dumpsters.

I pushed myself to my feet and leaned against a dumpster for a couple of seconds.

Why does my head hurt so much?

I began walking towards the end of the alley to try to figure out where I was.

Please don't tell me I'm in the one of the most ghettoest parts of New York City.

I frowned as I stopped to hold my head for a second.

Please tell me I'm at least still in New York.

I managed to make it to the end of the alley and sort of see where I was.

Well, at least I know I'm still in New York City.

I leaned against the wall, trying to ignore the pounding in my head that wouldn't go away.

Suddenly I heard that One Direction song Story of My Life.

I groaned.

When did Puck change my ringtone again?

I reached into my skinny jeans's front pockets and realized my phone wasn't there.

That normal teenage I-lost-my-phone panic began to overwhelm me as I checked my back pockets and then my hoodie's pockets.

My phone stopped ringing.

"Shit," I muttered as I looked around. "Where's my Goddamn phone?!"

My phone began to ring again.

I turned towards the direction where the music was coming from.

"You've got to be kidding me."

I was quite positive that the music was coming from the dumpster a couple of feet away from me. Which meant that my phone was in the dumpster. And that meant I was going to have to dive in to get it.

I groaned loudly before I stiffly climbed into the dumpster.

The things we do for our phones.

I began to paw around, going all the way to the bottom, looking for my phone.

I couldn't find it.

"Where the hell is it?!" I yelled to no one in particular.

In my defense, I wasn't in a very good mood. I was lost, my head hurt, and I had no way of contacting anyone.

I heard my phone begin to ring again.

I frowned as I scrambled across the trash to look over the side of the dumpster.

My iPhone 5 was on the ground facing up, telling me that my mom was calling me.

I practically fell face first out of the dumpster so I could answer my phone.

"Mom?" I answered.

"Sabrina Grimm!"

I winced as my head pounded harder from the loud noise.

"It's about time you answered your phone, young lady!" my mom shrieked. "Do you know how worried I've been?!"

"Mom," I said and looked around. "I don't know where I am."

"Wait. What do you mean you don't know where you are?!" Mom cried out. "Are you okay?!"

I winced again.

Why does she have to talk so loud?

"Mom, I'm fine," I told her and pulled myself to my feet. "I'm in an alley."

"Do you know where you are?" Mom asked.

"Let me go see what the name of the street is," I answered.

"Dad's trying to track you down on the computer now that we know your phone's on," Mom told me. "We've been trying to all-"

Suddenly I heard a click.

I glanced down at my phone. It had died.

Shit.

I shoved my phone into my hoodie's pockets.

Now what?

I sighed and began to walk towards the street again, ignoring the pounding in my head. Once I made it to the street I looked left and right until I finally decided to go left.

Luckily, I wasn't in one of the worst parts of the city, but it's not like it was the area where all the rich people lived either.

How the hell did I get here? I wondered and frowned as I tried to remember.

"Where's Daphne?" I asked Red.

Red was sprawled out on the ground in the living room doing her homework. "She said she was going somewhere with Puck," she replied.

"What?!" I shrieked.

Red jumped in surprise. "She said she was going somewhere with Puck," she told me again, a bit quieter this time.

"Puck's going to a party!" I exclaimed. "A highschool party!"

Red's eyes widened. "A nice high school party where there's no alcohol?" she asked hopefully.

I groaned. "Red, it's Friday night! Haven't you ever wondered why Puck always seems a little, I don't know, hungover on Saturday mornings?!" I cried out.

Red jumped to her feet. "We have to go get her!" she told me.

"Go grab our jackets," I answered. "I'll find Mom's keys."

I'd arrived at a bus stop.

I reached into my back pocket where I luckily still had my wallet. I checked to make sure I still had money. Nothing.

At least I still have my emergency credit card, I thought and shoved my wallet back into my pocket.

"Are you lost, sweetheart?"

I turned to see an old lady sitting on the bus stop's bench.

Has she been there the whole time?

"No," I replied.

The old lady frowned slightly. "I'm afraid you're late for school then," she told me as she glanced down at her watch. "Unless you start later."

I frowned at her. "It's Saturday, there's no school on Saturdays," I answered.

The old lady's frown deepened. "Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but it's Monday morning."

My heart began pounding wildly. "What?"

The old lady nodded. "It seems like you've slept your weekend away," she commented and winked.

I turned away from her and stared across from me.

This is not possible, I thought. I did not just completely forget two days of my life.

"Oh, I think your bus is coming," the old lady told me.

I turned to look at her just as the bus pulled up.

The old lady smiled at me. "Have a nice day."

I nodded and managed to climb onto the bus. I handed the bus driver my credit card.

He took it and swiped it on the credit card thingy.

I gripped the metal bars on the bus, still unable to believe that it's Monday morning.

The bus driver frowned. "You don't have enough money on here," he told me.

This day is just getting worse and worse.

"That's not possible!" I exclaimed. "I've never used that credit card before in my life!"

The bus driver looked me up and down and then gave me a pitiful look. "You're only two dollars short," he said.

"I don't have any money!" I told him.

The bus driver sighed. "You'd better be going home, kid," he motioned for me to go sit down.

"Thank you!" I answered.

"Don't forget your useless credit card," the bus driver handed it to me, "maybe your parents can put more money on it."

I found a seat near the front and plopped down. I stared out the window and bit my lip.

Where the hell have I been for the past two days?

I can't help it, I just love with characters lose their memories. It's so... mysterious.

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