Hi world! Yes this is a new story it is going to be a mega saga with a plot! THIS STORY HAS A PLOT TO IT! Yes most of my other stories are crap, but I am very pleased on this one because I have had Beta Reader check it over! I must that Curlscat and Lara D you are both awesome. Note to you two I have combined my ideas, and you two ideas into one! You two should really write a story together!
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You know how birds of a feather stick together? Well, that's what it feels like living with the Grimm family. I like Daphne a lot. She's really funny and keep me company most of the time. Daphne's also really friendly and has a smile on her face most of the time. I think I like her the most.
Before, I was once a psycho, as Sabrina calls me. It makes me feel sad when she says that though. It hurts. It hurts a lot to be called that because it was true once. But when people call you a horrible name when you've really changed, it feels like weights are crushing you every time you hear the word, 'Psycho, psycho, psycho'. Sabrina's not exactly my favorite Grimm, but she's not my least.
But I'm not saying that Puck is. He's...okay. Puck avoids me, so I don't know all that much. Even though he stays away from me, Daphne says I should think of him as my big brother. I can't imagine that though. Do siblings avoid each other? I'm sure that's not true.
Maybe he avoids me because I'm difficult. People say that I'm 'difficult'. Difficult in what? Talking? Smiling? Cooking? Cleaning? I don't quite understand. But, I think I'm getting the picture now. I'm starting to remember what it was like …before. Right here is where I shall record down all of my memories of the past that I remember. You can read it if you'd like.
ENTRY ONE: THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD FAIRY-TALE:
The Way I Remember It
June 16th, 1768
"Red, what are you doing?" My mother asked. (I don't remember my mother much, just that she liked sewing and cooking).
Nothing, Mother. Just playing with my dollies." I said.
"Well, if you're not doing anything, make yourself useful and take these apples to your Grandmother. She's terribly ill." Mother said, looking at me with those glinting eyes of hers. (She did that a lot. No matter how hard I tried to please her, she always squinted. I think now that it's because I was half-crazy, even then. But sometimes I was sane. Like that day.)
"Yes, Mother." I had put on my red cape -if I remember correctly, red…red…red. Something about that seems so hard to remember why I like red. Then I took the basket from the kitchen table and headed out.
I vaguely remember that before I went, my Father said something along the lines of, "Are you sure we should leave without…" I didn't hear anymore but I was assuming they meant me.
I skipped along the road from the village through the forest, passing two woodcutters on my way in. Strange men. But I didn't pay much attention as I went on.I loved my grandmother. She used to own a bakery in town, back before she retired and started spending all her time in her forest cottage.
After a long walk, I reached Grandmother's cottage. I thought it was the prettiest cottage I'd ever seen, and I loved it so much. I knocked on the door. "Red, my favourite granddaughter! Come in!" She called.I smiled and ran in to greet her with a hug. I don't remember much else, just a wolf, my grandmother dead, and my family gone when I got home...
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