I do not own Sisters Grimm. All rights go to Michael Buckley

Chapter 1

Grimm, must you sit next to me? Your dogface will probably make me choke on my waffles."

"In case you haven't noticed, Puck, I live here too. I can sit where I want; but unfortunately, this was the only free seat, so I have to endure your stupid comments. Face it, fairy boy; you're stuck with me until the end of breakfast."

"Ugly."

"Freakbaby."

"Ratface."

"Stinkpot."

"Stinky."

"Mutated freak of nature."

"What?"

Daphne sighed, looking in between the teenagers as she shovelled food into her mouth. What was wrong with these two? They were perfect for each other in every way- they'd make a punk rock couple. But no- they had to be rude, bickering, immature (they hadn't done the nickname war in two weeks- a personal best) and deny all feelings for each other.

"Moron!"

"Know it all!"

"Pinhead!"

"MORTAL!"

"I'M AN EVERAFTER, IDIOT!"

"HOT HEAD!"

"SCUMBAG!"

"So, Red, did you hear about the school Christmas ball?" Daphne yelled desperately over the noise. "Apparently it's gonna be gravy."

Sabrina and Puck halted their glare-off long enough to stare at the thirteen year old girl.

"What ball?" Puck demanded.

"The teachers announced a Christmas ball for people seventh grade and up- awesome, right?"

Puck made a face. "A ball? Ugh, not more suits and heavy capes. It was bad enough in Faerie."

Sabrina seemed unconvinced too. "A ball. Yet another excuse to stand around, 'dancing'," she made quotation marks in the air, "to some random radio station and watching catfights."

"Come on," Daphne complained. "It'll be fun."

"What reason would I go to something like that?" just then, so quickly you'd miss it if you blinked, Sabrina glanced at Puck before going back to poking the green 'jam'.

"Yeah, why would I?" Puck also glanced at Sabrina before turning his focus to the table.

Daphne sighed. Teenagers. Somebody remind her not to act like them when she found someone she liked.

That Monday, Sabrina walked into the school, dressed in her normal black, punk, badass attire, to find students crowded round the noticeboard.

She tapped a boy on the shoulder, and he turned, angrily, pushing his glasses back up.

"What? I'm trying to look at the chess times and... and..." he realised who he'd snapped at. "...Grimm... Sabrina..." he stuttered.

Sabrina didn't notice this. "Hey, Arnold, right? You're in my physics class. What," she gestured to the crowd of students, "is this?"

The boy seemed to remember who he was and what he was doing. "Uh, i think- something about- Christmas ball- I think- auditions for- maybe- band playing?"

Sabrina froze. "Band auditions?"

"Uh, yeah. Hey, about the Christmas ball; if you're free..." but Arnold never got to ask the hottest girl in school (but she didn't know that) to go with him to a dance. She was gone, shoving her way through the crowd. Oh well. He would've probably been rejected and made a laughing stock.

Sabrina forced her way to the front of the crowd. There on the noticeboard, were a number of flyers showing the same thing:

Band auditions

Band for the school Christmas ball wanted. Turn up Friday 14th December for auditions, play song, and if you're picked, your band plays at the Christmas ball.

"That'll so be me and the girls."

Sabrina turned to see Narissa, her arch enemy, second only to Puck on her 'bane of my existence' list. Though people saw slight similarities between the two girls, they might as well be North and South.

Narissa's platinum blonde hair was straight and hung around her shoulders. She was petite and pale-skinned, and wore bright, girly clothes. She had a posse that tailed her around like lost puppies, and she had a new boyfriend every week. The only people she hadn't dated, were the nerds, and Puck.

Sabrina, on the other hand, was another story. Her golden hair was naturally curly, and almost reached her waist. She was slim, long-legged, and had a tan worthy of a Californian beach model. Her only rules of wardrobe were comfy, practical, and dark colours. She only had a few close friends, but knew everyone's name- and they all knew hers. She rarely had a boyfriend, but when she did, the boys envied the lucky guy, and half the girls hated Sabrina for taking the guy off market.

Sabrina laughed. "Since when did you, Tweedledum and Tweedledumber form a band?"

She sniffed. "Jemma, Jenna, and I have been in a band for like... ages."

Sabrina smirked. "I thought so." And with that, she sauntered off.