A Little Less 16 Candles
My Response to the Sixteen Challenge
Disclaimer: If I owned Sisters Grimm I'd be a guy and I'm a girl so I obviously don't. MB does.
Chapter 1
I'm going to die of boredom in this town, Sabrina Grimm pressed her forehead against the cool window of the train. The window was covered in rain and that wasn't doing much for her already annoyed mood.
It was raining the day they disappeared too, She thought bitterly as she thought back to the day her parents went missing. It had been almost two years ago when she was 14. She'd just turned 16 two weeks ago. Nobody had heard from her parents and the police had stopped looking. Sabrina was a sophomore now and her little sister Daphne was 12, only in sixth grade.
Their had been one clue on her parents car, a blood red hand print that was paint as she'd been assured by the police over and over again.
"What's there to do in this town?" Daphne asked. She had suddenly started to become interested in her looks, fashion, and popularity and most importantly, in Sabrina's eyes of course, boys.
"There's the same thing there are in every town," Ms. Smirt, their case worker, said in her nasally voice. "And don't complain when you get picked up. Remember, this is your last chance before they split you up, especially since Sabrina is so close to turning eighteen," Their wicked case worker went on with a smirk. "You were lucky one of your relatives actually came to contact us about taking you in. You're grandmother-"Sabrina stopped listening after that.
"Our father told us that our grandmother died before we were born and he's never lied to us," Sabrina crossed her arms.
"Well he obviously did. I showed you the file Sabrina-you saw it for yourself," Ms. Smirt sighed. She probably wouldn't be so bad if the kids in the foster home didn't always give her such a hard time about everything. But she made it so easy.
"Whatever," Sabrina used her favorite word and the word everyone knew Ms. Smirt hated the most.
Ms. Smirt simply glared at her as the train stopped and the two girls grabbed their Nike duffel bags-Sabrina's was army green and Daphne's was a deep shade of rose pink. Then they followed her off the train.
They were the only ones to get off at that stop and the only people waiting in the train station were an old woman with long grey-white hair up in a bun with streaks of red peaking from the roots. She was frail and petite and she was in a blue sun dress with a grey shawl of it and a grey hat with a sunflower on the left side of it. Behind her was the tallest and skinniest man Sabrina had ever seen. He looked like he would snap just from the weight of the umbrella he was holding.
Sabrina moved her head to the side so that her golden blonde wavy hair fell in her face like silk, covering her navy blue eyes and her tanned forward. Her rosebud pink lips stayed in their always present frown as she crossed her arms over her military green mini V-neck t-shirt with faded denim skinny jeans and black Converse high-tops.
Daphne had her dark chocolate brown eyes glared and her raven black hair was in a messy braid and made her look dead, especially with her pale skin and pale pink lips that formed a little pout. She was wearing a maroon three quarter sleeve shirt with dark denim flare leg jeans and black Converse high tops.
The woman looked familiar to Sabrina somehow but she couldn't place it.
"Sabrina! How big you've gotten-I haven't seen you since you were four years old," The woman smiled and ran over to hug her. "And Daphne-well I've only seen the pictures you're mom sent me of you but you're so beautiful," she hugged Daphne who widened her eyes.
Since the orphanage, Daphne had become more morbid and almost gothic. She wouldn't show emotion and was all about being the ideal teenager in a Hollywood movie. Sabrina had morphed from a brainy little tom-boy to a full on tom-boy who never showed her sadness or any weaknesses and was always ready to fight someone.
"Well girls, let's hope this is the last time I ever have to see you again," Smirt glared and then went to wait for her next train as the old woman and the man led them towards the car.
"Can we call you Granny? I've always wanted a Granny," Daphne was suddenly bright, back to being her old self as an overly perky twelve year old girl.
"Of course liebling," Granny smiled as they loaded into the car.
"Why did our father lie to us? Why'd he say you were dead?" Sabrina blurted.
"Your father wanted to get away from our lifestyle. The Grimms have a bit of a history with being...well you must know our history," Granny laughed. "And if neither of you wants to call me Granny you can always call me Relda," She smiled.
"I don't know our history..."Daphne said slowly.
"Tell us," Sabrina demanded.
"I will when we return to the house," Granny Relda promised with a smile.