Time to sing Chapter 1: In the beginning there was a song, a sisters grimm fanfic

Sometimes I wish it was easy

Sometimes it's to hard to know

Whether what I'm seeing

Everyone else see-ees to

Who else

Who else do I know

Who sees fairytale creatures

Every where they go

But it's not just me

They're real

I know

But it's not just me

They're real

I know

Everyone knows

Cuz we all live

Together

In fp landing

…

"Argh! I just can't do it!" she screamed, throwing yet another screwed up ball of paper at the already overflowing waste paper basket. She had been asked, by none other than the ever irritating Michael Buckley, to design a soundtrack for the movie of her (and all those who lived in the Grimm household) life, but he expected her to write a song or two! She'd already managed to find several incredibly awesome songs by other artists, but this was way harder. This was what she'd thought of so far:

'Leaving On a Jet Plane' by Sophie Barker(me to Puck)'Hate that I love you' by Rihanna and NeYo(puck and me)'Wonderful' by Everclear (this is me)'How Soon is Now' by Love Spit Love (this is for Puck)'Cry Little Sister' by Sisters of Mercy (Ending song)

If you're wondering why half the songs are lovey dovey – and disgusting- it's because MB said that everyone wants romance in a film – except me, and possibly Puck… – and that Puck and I should fancy each other in the film, as we're both blonde – and as Daphne said – hot. And that was all so far. She felt like crying. The play list was good, though not in order yet, and she still had two/three songs to go. So she tried again.

Running

I don't know / where to go / hoping no one hears me

I'm hanging on / I just can't stop / no one coming near me

And then / there you are

Hanging / in the air

I don't know why you're there / and I really do not care

Running away / Running away

But then I stop / my hand is tugged / as I… stare

Don't believe / what I see

It's not possible… / you're not hu-man

Holding onto the sky / perching on the air

Please tell me it's not normal

Holding onto the sky / perching on the air

Please tell me it's not normal

And then / Imake a mistake / I ask you

What you are

And you reply:

I'm the thing / that was living in

The ol' ladies house before you

Hope she won't mind… that I'm gonna have to drown you...

I don't know / where to go / hoping no one hears me

I'm hanging on / I just can't stop / no one coming near me

And then / there you are

Hanging / in the air

I don't know why you're there / and I really do not care

Running away / Running away

And she stops singing, as she strums the ending on her guitar. There is a burst of applause, and she blushes as she sees a make shift crowd of her mom, dad and little sister, Granny and Mr Canis, and, stood in the door way, Puck and MB.

Okay, thought you might like to know, the song was my own. I made it up on the spot – after extensive research on music (i.e. listening to my ipod!) – And if it's really crap, then I apologise most profusely, and promise to never ever write another song ever, ever again.

Please R&R!