ATTENTION: To anyone who's stumbled upon this under my stories: This story isn't mine anymore. Actually, I'm not really sure why I still have it up on my profile anymore. All rights & responsibilities belong to Lara D, as she is currently the author of this lovely fic. So, if you intend on reading this, please go and read it under Lara D's profile, as she has new chapters written by her up. Thanks for your time, lovies.

~Queen

A/N: Actually, this story came from the idea of another idea I had, and I was going to make this a one-shot prequel to that story, since the way I was going to start Sabrina's writing was odd and needed an explanation. Then I thought, "Wouldn't it be fun to just make it a series of drabbles about Sabrina?". So yes, the origional one-shot I had in mind that led me to this will someday be posted, when I post the prequel prompt in this story. This will be a multi-chapter story, but I plan to just post when desired, so just be on the lookout. Also, these will all be in Sabrina's writing journal. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sisters Grimm (boring today, huh?)

There will be no RLM for this story.

Welcome to Mrs. Sandburg's 8th Grade English Class! Each class, we will start the lessons by writing on one prompt I will put on the board for you. You are NOT allowed to erase, cross out, or any other form of deleting you can think of, ANY of your words. I will not be reading any of these entries, and this will not be graded. You have ten minutes. Enjoy, and begin!

Prompt 001: Write about one of the most difficult decisions you've made in your life.

One of the most difficult decisions? One? I've made twelve in the past year, let alone life! But I guess to the more "average" person, there has only been two or three. Well, up to when I turned eleven, the most difficult decision I'd made was whether to have Chinese or Italian takeout for dinner. But then my parents went missing and everything became a difficult decision. Not only did I have to look out for myself, but also my eight-year-old sister, Daphne (she's in 5th grade now). We traveled from foster home to foster home, not that the word home should even been used to describe those places. We were housekeepers, science experiments, even food for one freakish guy! I swear, Ms. Smirt, our social worker, deliberately gave us the worst, most wacky people out there. Which is strange, because you'd think she'd want to find us a permanent home so we would get out of her hair. Anyway, that's not the point. So there we were, Daphne and I, traveling from wacko to crazy, when some lady by the name of Relda Grimm came forth and claimed to be our grandmother. Did I mention we were told our grandmother was dead? So at first, I claimed this lady to be crazy, and figured her blue waffles were injected with poison to kill us. Over time, however, it became more and more obvious Relda was our grandmother (the photos of a young Dad hanging all over the house was more than a subtle hint). Of course, I come to this realization shortly after she and her freaky body guard (what kind of seventy-something year old lady needs a body guard, anyway?) were captured by a giant. A giant, for goodness sakes. So I make a "difficult" decision to follow glowing lights to the lair of a totally immature fairy with (ha, ha) pink wings who looks eleven but is really over 4,000 years old. Lovely. We also discover his name is Puck, and he's from Shakespeare's play, A Midsummer's Night Dream. He claims it to be the most famous thing ever written. Really, can this guy get any more self-centered? Daphne think's we're alike, and to that I say HA! But really, so we end up spending loads of time with this freak, and eventually rescue Granny, blah, blah, blah. So there's, like, five major, "difficult" decisions right there.

So let's pretend similar things as the things above happened, say, eight more times before it finally stops. So that's, what, forty major decisions wrapped up in, say, two years? And there was the big one. After all that was said and done, I was left with the one big decision that I knew was coming ever since I saw that giant capturing Granny.

Should I stay here, or should I go home?

Obviously, from the fact that I'm here writing this a Ferryport Middle School, should be a huge hint at which one I chose, but still, it was probably the most difficult decision I've ever made.

Hey, I answered the question. And I didn't even try.

This year will be a breeze.

A/N: It was short, but it was supposed to be. These are going to be drabble-y, because Sabrina only has ten minutes to write them and she doesn't write fast. Hey, did any Percy Jackson fans catch the referance (Blue waffels, as in book 2?)? Oh, and yes, there will be Puckbrina in other prompts, when the prompts involve anything with love or other. So I think I covered anything. PM me if you are confused about anything.