Hey everyone! This is my first Sisters Grimm fanfic, so please go a little easy on me. It's basically just a collection of one-shots focusing on our three favorite SG characters and their time at school. The chapters will range in size from short to long, and the content rating will vary a lot too (although this chapter's pretty light, some of the later chapters might get kinda heavy). So anyway, please read on, and let me know if you enjoy it!

Waking up on the first day of school with glue in your hair is not a pleasant experience.

Moments ago, Sabrina Grimm had been like every other average teen in the world: she'd woken up, sleepy as usual, and reluctant to be pulled out of bed. She vaguely heard a sound like chiming bells, seemingly in the distance through her curtain of sleepiness. She figured it was her alarm clock by the familiar ding dong, but that didn't really make any sense. After all, today was a Sunday.

So instead of trying to form any rational thought, she just slammed her hand down on the snooze button and rolled over, pulling the downy comforter with her and over her head. Five minutes later, though, the alarm went off again.

"Hmm?" she murmured as she reluctantly poked her head out of the covers. Once again, she hit the snooze button, desperate for some more sleep. It was strange, though. She was usually so good about knowing when to set her alarm. She never set it on the weekends. Never. She wasn't dumb enough to lose any of her valuable sleep.

She lay there a few more minutes, absorbed in her own little sleepy world, and trying to somehow muddle her way out of this hungry state of sleep.

So...her alarm, when she set it, usually went off at 7:30 the first time. Then, five minutes later, it would go off again at 7:35. Confused, she glanced at the face of the clock on her nightstand.

7:38.

Huh, she thought. 7:30. Then 7:35. Now it's 7:38. But it's a Sunday...I think.

Holy crap, she thought.

"Holy crap!" she cried, springing up out of bed.

Today was a school day! In fact, it was the first day of the school year! And she was already at least five minutes behind schedule.

Perfect.

In her eagerness to get up, Sabrina took a nasty tumble to the floor, one loud enough to probably shake the whole house and alert everyone that she was now awake and panicking. Plus, if anyone in the house had still been asleep, then they were definitely awake now.

"You okay, Sabrina?" she heard her grandmother call, her concerned voice bouncing off the walls in the hallway and wafting up the stairs, along with the smell of freshly-made pancakes and waffles.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Granny!" she responded, though taking a moment to mutter to herself, "Nearly broke a rib or two though."

She jumped up from her fallen state as quickly as possible and stumbled over to closet, challenging herself to choose something in the next minute. She flew open the doors to her huge closet (the house had recently been remodeled renewed, and so had Sabrina's newly-discovered interest in fashion) and flipped through the racks, scanning the clothes with her eyes. Although it might've sounded like bragging to say it, Sabrina knew that her clothes were actually quite fashionable, and that she looked pretty good in all of them.

After the Everafter War had been settled a few years ago, she'd needed something to do to keep her busy: an actual hobby. And, among singing, dancing, playing the piano, painting, reading, and writing, the oldest Grimm sister had discovered how much she adored clothes. It was quite impressive, really, how much she was able to do, and how well she was able to do it. Then again, she'd always considered herself a pretty good multitasker.

"Aha!" she cried, having spied the perfect pair of jeans and the top to go with it. She loved this outfit, it was one of her favorites. A go-to for any time she needed to feel confident.

And she needed all of the confidence in the world today.

As she finished putting on her outfit, she wandered over to the full-length (floor to ceiling, no lie) mirror, she couldn't help but admire how she looked. The jeans were tight- like, really tight- and slimming enough that they showed off her figure. The shirt, sleeveless, flowy, and white, accentuated the rest of her impressive figure, and she couldn't help but smile. She wore accents of silver jewelry: a silver charm bracelet, silver dangly earrings, and a long, delicate silver necklace. Now for the shoes. But should she go with white converse or brown sandals? Either one would work with this outfit.

"Hey Sabrina..." a voice said from the hallway. The girl emerged from her closet just in time to see her sister enter her room. Before she could say anything about knocking, Daphne clarified, "It was already open."

"Oh. Well," she said, transitioning to form a question, "can I get your opinion on something?" she asked, trying to keep as much morning grumpiness out of her voice as possible. She tended to do that a lot.

Her younger sister nodded eagerly. "Sure! Shoot."

"Which shoe should I wear today?" She stuck each foot out separately, a sandal on one foot and converse on the other, for her sister to judge.

Daphne's face scrunched up strangely, her eyes squinted and her mouth puckered. Although it might've looked like an "ew" face, Sabrina recognized the look. That expression was her younger sister's "thinking face". And boy did she look thoughtful. Too thoughtful, in fact. Her face was red and her eyes were puffy. It was beginning to worry Sabrina. Finally, though, after a few minutes of intense thinking, she seemed to be satisfied in her answer.

"I say the sandals."

"Really?" Sabrina looked down, surprised. "Why?"

"Well," said her sister, walking forward, hands folded behind her back professionally, "with the sandals, your outfit will be dressier. The first day of school is always a day to look fancy and dressy. You have to look your best on the first day. Converse would make your outfit look to casual, which is for the second day. The second day of the school year," she explained, hands now clasped in front of her, "is when you look all casual, like you don't care anymore or something."

"Wow," Sabrina managed, thoroughly impressed by her younger sister's extensive knowledge. Daphne never failed to surprise her with how much she knew. "Where did you learn that?"

The younger girl shrugged nonchalantly. "I read it in a magazine."

"Oh," the older sister mouthed. A pause. Then, "Did you need something?" she asked.

"Oh, um, yeah," Daphne nodded with a slight drawl in her tone. "Um, can I borrow your grey sweater?" her younger sister asked, looking around her older sister's room absentmindedly.

"Which one?"

"The one over there on the chair." She pointed to the grey sweater draped across the arms like a damsel in distress, waiting to be rescued.

"I'm sorry, Daph," her sister apologized with a sympathetic shrug, "but I was actually going to wear that today."

"What? But Sabrinaaaaaa" she whined, only half-teasingly.

"But nothing," her older sister scolded her for using that tone.

"But I helped you choose your outfit!" She complained. She paused, tilting her head to the side, and added "Which, by the way, you look amazing in!"

"Kiss-up."

"I am not!" Daphne protested. But, with a raised eyebrow from the other girl, she yielded, "Ok, maybe I am, but can I still borrow your sweater? Please?" The girl looked up at her older sister, with pouting lips, raised eyebrows, and the biggests puppy eyes in history.

Sabrina couldn't tell if Daphne was just using obvious methods of flattery, or if she was sincere in her sweet-talk. But either way, she loved her sister, so she decided to just let her wear it. "Fine," she said with an overdramatic sigh.

Daphne squealed and clapped her hands, which called for an eye-roll from Sabrina. "Here ya go, sis," she said, tossing the prized possession to her sister.

"Thanks, 'Brina," the younger girl thanked her. Then she looked back up at her. "I wasn't just being a kiss-up though; you really do look..." She seemed to search for the right word.

"Gravy?" Sabrina offered with a teasing tone.

"Yeah! Gravy!" They laughed at the use of Daphne's old favorite word, giggling like school girls (which, essentially, they were). But their laughter died down when Daphne's face morphed into that uncomfortable, scrunched-up expression. And although Sabrina recognized this expression too, she knew it wasn't her thinking face. This actually was the "ew" face.

"What's that in your hair?" Daphne asked her.

Sabrina whirled around, scared and curious out of her wits. Today was not the day for something to go wrong. Any other day but this. Staggering over to the full-length mirror, she stood in front of its surface and gaped, her mouth hung open in disbelief, as she took in her reflection.

Her hair had retained its wavy tendrils from the night before when Daphne had braided it, and it would have looked exceedingly pretty, had it not been for the white substance that coated it. It was sticky and slimy and pasty and powdery all at the same time. And Sabrina recognized it. It took only a few beats for her to register what it was though.

Glue.

"PUCK!" Sabrina Grimm screeched. "I'm going to kill you!"

So thank you so so much for reading. I really appreciate it! Please follow, favorite, and review, if nothing else, whether you want to offer an idea (I'd love an idea, honestly) or if you just want to tell me how you liked it. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Thank you! And, to use Daphne's word:

Have a gravy day!
Love,

~Princess Andromeda II