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Chapter 1:
It Only Takes 5 Years
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Sabrina:
It dawned on her as soon as her fingers slid over the embossed black leather.
Five years. It's been Five years.
She gently pulled the book from its place on the dusty shelf, reading its title over and over in her head as if the repetition would be enough to finally make her understand.
The Journal of Sabrina Grimm: A Personal Account of the Great Everafter War.
She remembered her reluctance to begin writing the journal when she and Daphne had first moved in with Granny. After a while, though, she found that writing had become her solace- it was the only assurance she had that everything around her was real- the only reminder that this all wasn't just a crazy dream.
Five whole years.
In the past Five years, nothing much about Sabrina Grimm's life had changed. Sure she had grown taller, to a height of about 5' 6", and had certainly grown more beautiful. Other than that, everything about her life was just about the same as it had been the day she had placed her journal on that shelf. Where it would remain undisturbed for Five years.
Five years.
No matter how much she grew, her eyes remained the same; large, deep blue, and wise beyond her years. She had her mother's high cheekbones and naturally pink lips. The childish freckles that once dotted her nose had now faded into her flawless sun-kissed skin, though no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to bronze her skin quite like her mother or Daphne. Her wavy blond hair now reached down to her waist, though the tips still displayed pink "battle scars" as Daphne had dubbed them; referring to what had been the result of a prank war with Puck. Nomatter how many times she shampooed, the damn dye wouldn't come out.
At least I got most of it out after a week.
She felt her lips spread into a mischievous grin, remembering how Puck had struggled much longer to rid himself of the shame that had come from her pranking. No matter how much he denied it, she had won that war.
War.
When she was eleven the word was like poison on her tongue. Now, it simply left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. Brushing dust off of the cover, she opened to the first page of her old journal, the pages now beginning to yellow with age.
Though it could be the lasting result of a glop grenade.
She chuckled at the thought.
It's been five years since the last drop of ink dried on these pages.
It's been five years since the end of the war.
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[A/N]: Okay. For those wondering:
Italics= a thought
I don't really know exactly where I am headed with this story. I do know that it will be set after book 8 and will include my own version of how the war ends/ book of everafter is involved etc.
(Positive) Reviews are greatly appreciated... Because I'm kind of new here and I have no self confidence for this sort of thing... yet. But I can handle criticism. Soooo. YEA.