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Quiz Question: What would you do if Red Riding Hood came up to you and told you that she was turning on the Grimms and that Puck was turning on them too? Would you join or fight? Why? Best answer gets to be sponsored in my chapters.

Song of the fanfic: Runaway by Avril Lavigne

Dear May,

Have you ever had a grey day? A day where you wish you'd just stayed in bed the entire day? Oh dear god, I'm rhyming. Right now I'm staring out the window at the perfect day that fog spoiled. I scowled.

"Angry because of your reflection, Grimm? Don't worry, I wont blame you, ugly." A very annoying fairy's voice sounded, interrupting my thoughts.

"Is the Royal Toddler is upset? Don't worry, stinkpot. I don't blame someone stupid enough to see that I'm SCOWLING not STARING." I replied, sounding bored and not looking up from my writing.

"What 'cha writing in, Grimm? A diary? Oh, I never knew how much of a girly-girl you were!" Puck said, sounding falsely shocked. I rolled my eyes. Me? A girly-girl? Please.

"Please." I said, lifting the cover so he could see that it was NOT a diary (Of course), but in fact, my private home school "History" notebook. Puck fake gagged and pretended to have a coughing fit. I rolled my eyes. Ever since Puck found out Daphne and I were immortal and turned down Uncle Jake's offer, he had became more annoying by the minute. Though that did have some advantages. Just yesterday he somehow mystically convinced my dad to keep Daph and I here in FerryPort Landing. When I asked how he did it, he replied "Magic." and made big eyes and waved his hands around with fake magic motions. I rolled my eyes just thinking about it.

"I got to go and get the smell of books out of my digestive system! You know they make me allergic!" Puck said, fake coughing all the way up to his bedroom.

Sometimes I want to leave the Grimms, but then I remind myself about how lucky I was to have Granny back, to have Daphne with me, my parents back, and yes, even Puck. Though no matter what people said, we were JUST friends. I mean seriously! We were JUST almost thirteen! It was SO annoying when everybody said things like "You two would be such a cute cute couple!" or "Are you guys dating yet?". The only reason I blushed was because I was embarrassed. I was NOT blushing because I wanted us to be a couple! I'm not sure about Puck, though. Daphne was usually the one who brought these things up.

Then Daphne walked into the living room and carefully maneuvered herself over the tall stacks of journals/stories/history books..etc. with a glass of orange juice. Oh great. She was going to tease me about writing in a journal now. Oh, wait! She has one too! Now she can't tease me!

"Hey, Sabrina! Are you writing in a diary? I never thought you would be so girly!" Daphne teased.

Dang it!

"Don't you write in one too, Daphne? And this is my history notebook." I replied, not stopping writing. I glanced up and Daphne was rolling her eyes with a smirk.

"Dinner's ready." She shouted.

WIYL (Write in you later), Sabrina.

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-Ro