Welcome to my new Sisters Grimm fic, Sabrina's Sweet Sixteen. If I get at least seven reviews (from different people) and at least three follows, I'll continue. Warn me about any cliche-ness that you detect. I will evaluate said cliche-ness and do my best to tone down. So, Enjoy!
Peace,
Ciara xxx
Chapter 1
"Come on, Sabrina," Daphne said. "It'll look gorgeous on you."
"No," Sabrina said firmly. "There is no way I'd ever wear that."
"It's very nice," Granny Relda suggested, "You should try it on."
"I'm fifteen, not five!"
"Try it on."
Sabrina held up the frilly extravagant pink monstrosity that the store had labelled a dress. "No. Just no."
"Why?" Daphne cried. "It's gravy!" Red stood by her and said nothing.
"In your mind," Sabrina retorted. "Why do I even need a dress?" Sure it was nice to look pretty sometimes, but this was ridiculous.
Granny Relda shrugged. "You never know when you'll have to go to a party. I thought you like being prepared."
"Yes Granny, for raids, wars, tests at school, and, in the past, Puck's pranks- not for the Twilarose Ball!"
The old woman and the younger sister gave up. They'd tried, no one could deny; but the day you saw Sabrina Grimm in a dress like that was the day Elvis could eat a sausage without damaging everyone's lungs in a half-mile radius.
Sabrina hung the ugly garment back on the rack and the four Grimm women walked out of the mall into the late February air, making their way to the Deathtrap- otherwise known as the family car.
The engine was turned on; it roared to life, and set off in a jerky motion. The car was off, down the road with occasional bursts of uncontrollable speed. It luckily wasn't as bad as usual because Sabrina had convinced Granny Relda to let her have the practise, using her learners permit. The Deathtrap arrived at the house safely, with only small bruises from the cars suspicious antics.
"Why did Uncle Jake have to go travelling with Aunt Briar?" Daphne complained as they entered the house. "The car ran fine when he was driving it."
Of course, the mention of Jake and Briar Grimm (A/N: ALIVE!) and their travelling set off memories for Sabrina about a particular fairy boy, who was travelling with the girls' aunt and uncle. Of course, the teen denied time and time again that she didn't miss the Everafter; no matter how many times Daphne and Red nagged her on the subject. And she didn't say anything when the gross and unique postcards stopped coming after Australia and a kangaroo which had a collar that could let out magically enhanced stink bomb gas. She just shrugged and got on with her life for the next three, almost four years. Which mainly involved school.
"'Bri!"
Sabrina got off the school bus to see two girls run up.
If a stranger had walked by at that moment and taken a look at the three girls, they would never have thought these girls had been best friends since eighth grade. Being practically opposites of each other, the girls could see why.
Let's start with the girl on the left. Alyss Pendragon was the daughter of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere (Gwen running off with Lancelot? Complete lie. But it had taken the king and queen thousands of years to get their act together. Alyss was the same age as Sabrina) and was the definition of an exotic beauty. With long, straight, raven black hair, dark coffee brown eyes, and a beautiful tanned and toned figure, Alyss could easily be one of the most naturally beautiful girls in school. Her sword Aluala, meaning light was always with her, disguised as a penknife.
The next girl was Rowan Hood. Her father, the legendary Robin Hood, and her mother, the equally famous Maid Marian (also physically the same age as Sabrina) she was a gorgeous red head with bright green eyes that were constantly filled with mischief. Her compactable bow was permanently in her pocket, and she had the figure of a model.
Finally we come to Sabrina Grimm. With her blonde hair and blue eyes you'd think she was perfectly harmless- another silly girl obsessed with her reflection. But that's before you find out she was a master of every hand to hand combat, and at the age of twelve, led an army of Everafters into battle and defeated the leader of a powerful group called the Scarlet Hand. Not so harmless now huh? Sabrina prided herself on her skill of fighting and sneaking, keeping in perfect shape; but through all this, she did not realise how beautiful she was becoming.
Together these three girls made the Triplets- best friends so close they were practically sisters. The three were similar in height, their complete disregard for the other sex, and their love of fighting; which was why a fair number of boys were harbouring a crush, big or small, on either three of them. They weren't the queen bees of the school- they didn't do cheerleading or anything like that, so were on the most part invisible to the royals of the school population- but people knew enough to not to get on their bad side, or in boys' cases, try and hit on them.
"So, 'Bri, did you hear about the pop quiz in US history?" asked Rowan. "Because I didn't. Oh, God I'm gonna fail."
Ro, wasn't your dad in the Civil War? Alyss replied. "You could just ask him."
"Yeah, the English Civil War!" Rowan cried. "And I can't ask him- he's in the middle of an important law case."
"Al have you got my math text book?" Sabrina asked. "I lent it too you over the weekend I need it for today."
"Yeah," Alyss nodded, passing over the big book. "And Ro, you're just gonna have to wing it. I thought History was one of your best subjects."
"I know," Rowan groaned as the girls made their way to their lockers, side by side. "I feel so drained, though."
"Well that's high school," Sabrina joked, opening her locker. "It's probably all that walking to and from school with that bag of books. Maybe when I get my license when I'm sixteen, and a decent car- which I doubt- we can carpool."
"Speaking of cars and licenses, have you thought about your birthday yet? It's in, like, four weeks now."
"Uh huh. It's gonna be just a meal with normal food, the family and you guys. Open a few presents, you stay for a sleepover, done. No princesses or ogres, no people wanting to kill me… no idiot fairy boys turning my hair green… or leprechauns in the toilet…" Sabrina shook her head, slamming her locker shut. "Anyway I gotta run or I'll be late for homeroom."
Alyss and Rowan looked at each other as their best friend ran off. There was still twenty minutes until the bell rang.
When Sabrina came home that day and saw the postcard on the table, her spirits lifted. But they dropped again when she saw the picture. It was too beautiful to be from him. It was a painting from around the 18th century. The woman was dressed in fine red silk. a fan in her hand. Her dark hair was beautifully styled and her coffee brown eyes sparkled with a secret. Sabrina turned over to see what the message was.
Hey Mom, Daphne, 'Brina, Red, Elvis,
We were passing through Spain, following a troll that had the shoes of swiftness, when we spotted this! Briar remembers sitting for this- something about the Spanish court and the prince asking for her hand; terrible mix up
Anyway, thought you'd like it
Love, Uncle Jake and Aunt Briar
P.S. Briar's feeling a bit ill, but she's fine
Sabrina smiled and put the postcard back where Granny Relda would find it.
Daphne and Red Grimm were like any pair of normal twelve year old girls- if you count being an Everafter and/or being possessed by the Big Bad Wolf normal. But in ways more than one, they were simply girls. They texted each other, they gossiped, they giggled about silly little things, and they expertly messed around with people's personal lives, getting them back on track. As children, they saw the obvious things that adults over looked or over thought.
So when they saw Sabrina rush over to the postcard, pick it up, and they watched her expression of hope melt into disappointment, which was then expertly covered up, their already confirmed suspicions were re-confirmed.
The two young girls looked at each other, and at some secret signal-type agreement, they turned and raced up the stairs, a plan already formulating in their innocent yet devious minds.