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There was nothing Puck hated more than school. All the subjects were pointless to him. When you're royalty, you can hire someone to read to you or do math for you. Why should he bother with it?
As he strolled out of the building, Puck made sure no one was around before launching into the air. He did twists and turns in the air and watched as the world around him turned upside down and sideways. He enjoyed every minute of it.
Flying was one of the things he loved to do most. It gave him a chance to think about things. It was a safe haven from the crazy world below. It was an escape.
Suddenly, he spotted Sabrina. She was walking home today, apparently. He wondered if she was cold. Then he stopped himself. Why should he care? She had caused all the trouble with the Old Lady and made them have to keep those stupid diaries. She deserved every bit of freezing she felt.
He swooped down and landed in front of her.
"How's it going, birdbrain? Little cold, there?" Puck sneered.
"Shouldn't you be at your daily detention, snotface?" Sabrina shot back.
"I decided I'd skip. It's Friday, after all. I'm sure Mr. Stein won't mind," Puck replied, floating along next to the blond-haired girl.
"Mr. Stein will be celebrating the fact that he doesn't have to deal with you today." Sabrina retorted.
She knew all these insults weren't entirely genuine. Puck and Sabrina had been fighting pretty much since they'd met. Puck would play (somewhat) harmless, yet infuriating, pranks on Sabrina, and Sabrina would punish Puck with the wrath of her fists. Which would get Puck mad and he would play more pranks on her. It was a never-ending cycle.
Puck smirked and said, "I bet you're ecstatic that you have a walking buddy since no one walks with you when I'm not here."
"Not even close, you idiot. And anyway, 'ecstatic' is a big word for you. Are you actually paying attention in school now?" she asked.
"As if. School is for nerds." And with that, Puck yanked Sabrina's backpack off her back and flew up and away. Sabrina's face steamed with anger and her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white.
"PUCK! YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU WERE DEAD WHEN I GET TO YOU!" Sabrina shouted toward the disappearing fairy.
When Sabrina got home, she went up to her room and saw her book bag sitting on her bed. Not without some 'improvements' made by Puck, though. Apparently, he thought it would be hilarious to drag the bag through the mud and put all sorts of creatures in it.
Sabrina grabbed her pillow and yelled into it. Puck had been really getting on her nerves lately, and she had almost hit her limit. She marched down the stairs and into Puck's room, where the boy was floating around his room.
"PUCK! My fists would like to have a conversation with you. Get down here, now!" Sabrina demanded, giving him a death glare.
Puck then slowly descended down to Sabrina with a phony concerned expression on his face. He was all dirty and smelly, Sabrina assumed, from the mud that also covered her backpack. His blond hair looked like a rat's nest, and his clothes were irreparably stained.
"Aw, Grimm. Did you not like the changes I made to your bag? I thought they made it look better," Puck said, sarcasm dripping from each word.
"Puck, my things are not your toys. You need to learn the boundaries between you and me. Or I'll have to introduce you to my left hook," Sabrina stated, trying to keep her cool.
"Look, Grimm, when it comes to torturing you, there are no boundaries, no matter how much you threaten me. It's just a fact of life," Puck stated, floating over to another part of his stunning room.
Sabrina rolled her eyes and left Puck to his shenanigans. At least she'd warned him. Next time he tested her, though, Puck's face would end up being disfigured, and he would have only himself to blame.
She made her way up the stairs and into her room, and began cleaning off her bag. It was a hopeless task, but it kept her mind off of the insensitive and chaotic Puck. As she rinsed off yet another dead frog, the red journal still sitting on her desk caught her eye. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea if she just wrote about her passionate hatred towards Puck. It wasn't like no one knew about that. Actually, everyone knew that.
She put down her bag and made a mental note to ask Granny for a new one. She grabbed a pencil out of her desk cup and opened up her journal to the first page. She dated it and wrote Dear Diary, and then stopped.
Where should she start? There was so much to say about Puck, from his inconsiderate actions to his refusal to maintain any sort of hygiene. She hated it all, but she felt weird about writing it down. What was so different about marking her words? Insulting Puck was so easy when stating it, but writing seemed to have a different effect. It was like she could never take those words back, and she wasn't sure she would mean them forever.
Wait, what? Snap out of it! You hate Puck. Always have, always will. Writing it down won't change anything.
Fine, then, stupid conscience, Sabrina thought. You win.
Dear Diary,
I just thought I should take sometime to inform you of someone who has a special place in my heart: Puck. He is, by far, the person I hate most in the world. Why, you ask? Well, I have a whole list. He pranks me. All. The. Time. He insults me. He smells SO BAD, it's not even funny. He yanks on my hair in Algebra when the teacher isn't looking. (Why did she have to put him behind me?) He closes my locker when I'm trying to get my things out of it. One time, he put a monkey in it. That's right, A MONKEY. And he's incredibly arrogant, prideful, and diabolical. And I HATE way he smiles at me when he knows he's gotten one over on me. And how he still manages to set up all these tricks without me waking up.
He plays innocent whenever I tell Mom or Granny about this stuff. Sometimes, they believe him, and that's what gets me the most. But, someday, I swear, I will do something that surprises him so much, he may never prank me again. And when that day comes, I will be the happiest human being on the face of the planet. Is there any feeling better than revenge?
Puck was floating around his room, bragging to no one. It was one of his favorite things to do after thoroughly angering Sabrina.
"Ah, yes, it was me who destroyed Grimm's backpack. It was nothing, really. Just another one of the tricks I have up my sleeve. Oh, I couldn't write a book. I can't take all the attention away from the other talented writers in this world," Puck grinned to the sky above.
Suddenly, he remembered the journal Granny had given him. He could write a book. A tale of all the amazing pranks he's pulled on Sabrina. Tricking the Troll, he could call it.
The idea fascinated him. No one had ever seen Puck's reasoning for doing what he did to Sabrina. Of course, the obvious reason was because he did truly hate her, but that was just an undertone to the painting of his reason. Her fists were usually the main reason. Those ninjas she called hands had given him bruises on his legs and arms, and on the occasion that he had really done it, his eyes.
What was he doing thinking about all this? He should be writing this down. He flipped carelessly through all his drawings of yet-to-be-executed pranks for Sabrina. Finally, he found an empty page. Pencil in hand, he began to write.
While it may seem that the only reason I do what I do to Sabrina Grimm is that I hate her, the rationale actually goes much deeper than that.
For one, those hands of hers have caused much of my physical pain over the five years she's lived here. Punches, slaps, and beating me in arm wrestling games have damaged me in ways no one can imagine. My god-like body has had to be repaired too many times to count, and yet no one seems to see it.
And her words are like knives to my chest. I'm arrogant? I'm ugly? I'm a snotface? Such insults to the Trickster King could be punishable by death, if the Old Lady would allow it.
But, for now, she will just have to endure the traps I set for her, until her true punishment comes. One day, I know I will create a penalty for all she's done so crazy and amazing that my current mind cannot even begin to comprehend what it might be. And when I finally get to see it happen, I will finally be rid of that girl who has only punches and put-downs for me.
God, I just can't wait!
