Hey y'all! Pussycat101 here giving you the first chapter of my brand new story 'Life Through My Eyes' or that's what it will be called 'till I think of something better. I'm open for suggestions!

Summary: Alison Goodfellow never thought much about her life until it started to unravel. When a book is left on her desk, she, along with her sister, will learn that there's much more that meets the eyes and discover a secret hidden for years. Rated T for safety.

So yeah, Puck and Sabrina have 2 kids, they find something that leads them to their parents past; the usual. Well, I hope y'all enjoy this story and review! Thanks!

Disclaimer:

Am I a guy? No. Do I own 'The Sisters Grimm'? Ye-No. :(

I still can't believe my mom made me get this journal. I mean, no offense, but you're not exactly cool. What would I write in you anyway? Why, look at the weather! OMG, I broke a nail! Those don't sound like me. I would, like, never break a nail or say OMG or use the word li- I did. Crap.

Okay, enough of my rants. They're kinda pointless. Trust me. Well, I figure I should introduce myself. My name is Alison and I'm 14. Boring info, I know. I guess if I'm suppose to write in you I better tell you about myself. I have a sister named Emma, a mom named Sabrina, and a dad named Robin, but everyone calls him Puck cause he likes some old story with a character called Puck in it I think. Or he likes hockey. How should I know? I also have 2 dogs; Bono and Edge. Well, they aren't mine, but they're my parents. So kinda the same thing, right?

Anyway, I guess that's about my family. As for me, well I'm awesome, cool, an-

"Alison," a steamed voice spoke. Alison peered up, her light curls fell down, and her eyes were wide with feigned innocence.

"Your diary," Her teacher, Mr. Bell, boomed, his hand held out.

"It's a journal," she mumbled. "Not a diary."

"Call it what you want, but you may have it after class." He slipped it inside his coat pocket, and placed a smirk on his face. "Now, back to algebra."

-L.T.M.E.-

"Man that's cold," Alison looked up from her locker and laid eyes on Missy Jones, her closest friend. "Humiliating you like that? He deserves some shaving cream in his desk."

"Not now Missy," Alison mumbled, jamming her binder in the small space.

"Really? There's no way I'm gonna vote for him. He so doesn't deserve 'Teacher of the Year'. Miss Kay on the other hand…" Miss droned on.

Alison sighed, and slammed her locker shut. "Well it doesn't matter anymore 'cause I have it right here," she held it up, rolled her eyes, and started off to her next class.

Missy hurried over to catch up with Alison, her dark waves fluttering behind her. "Why do you have it anyway?"

"My mom."

"Your… your… mom?"

"Yeah my mom," Alison replied, pushing trhough the mob of students. " She thinks this time in my life will give me memories of things I should know."

"That's a bunch of crap."

"I know, right?" she chuckled.

The kids were filling into their classes, leaving the 2 friends to do the same.

"See you after class?" Missy asked.

Alison gave her bestie a toothy grin, "Totally."

Thoughts? Yes? No? Maybe so?