Hi guys! This is my first fanfic, so... Yea. Hopefully you like it! It's pretty much about any Sisters Grimm fans dream... XD

Disclaimer: unfortunately, I don't own the Sisters Grimm. If I did, I would be selfish, and make myself in the story.

I stared down at my book with sheer intensity. It was the last book in the series, and I had waited for months to read it. The words flowed into my brain as if it were a river.

River...

"River!"

I looked up startled at the mention of my name. My social studies teacher was glaring at me. Probably the fact that this had happened five times in the last forty-five minutes wasn't helping.

"Yes Ms. Choley?" I asked sweetly.

"I have asked you to put away that book too many times this period, and I now have no choice but to confiscate it."

No choice? The mean old bat LIVED to make my life miserable.

"But Ms. Choley! I though teachers wanted kids to read!"

"Not during social studies! What are you reading about anyway, that's more interesting then the reformation?"

'Anything.' I thought sarcastically.

Ms. Choley snatched my book out of my hand.

"Whats this? The Sisters Grimm, The Council of Mirrors?" she cackled. " What kind of garbage is this?"

"It's not garbage! It's one of the best book stories ever! Geez! You are so un-punk rock!" the words came out before I could stop them. Luckily, Ms. Choley didn't notice.

"You will get this at the end of school, Miss Blue. At that time, we can have a chat about your work habits."

I sighed. This was going to be a very long day.

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Puddles splashed as I trudged home. You would think it would be nice and warm in southern California, but today, it was cold and dreary. I hugged my book to my chest, relieved to have it back from the clutches of 'The Choley.'

"River, you're going to have to promise me not to read your own pleasure reading while I'm talking, do you understand?"

I stayed silent.

Ms. Choley handed me back the book.

"By the way, I was looking through your book, and I noticed a character called

Puck. Who names a character after hockey equipment?" she asked.

" Ms. Choley, are you familiar with Shakespeare?"

" Of course."

" Him."

I got up, and walked to the door.

" By the way River, aren't you a little to old for fairy tales?" Ms. Choley said snidely.

" Aren't you a little too old for those shorts?" I shot back, then flung open the door, and ran as fast as I could.

I chuckled. I was defiantly going to pay for that comment tomorrow, but for the time being, I could still enjoy my moment of rare wit.Sighing, I turned the corner. Why did I never have an audience when I was witty?

"Oomph!" I let out as I crashed into a figure.

" Hey! Watch where you're going!" the figure said angrily.

" I was watching! That was totally your fault!" I responded hotly, and looked up to see... The cutest guy ever.

He had hair as black as midnight, and grey eyes like mine, only darker and with golden flecks. He met my eyes and looked as shocked as me, but the expression lasted for less then a second, so short that you could have denied it was ever there.

Which I did.

" Whatever." the boy said, and started to walk away. I started walking in the opposite direction.

When I had gotten about twenty feet away, the boy turned around. " Oh, and check your pockets."

I quickly stuffed my hands into my pockets. One hand came out covered in a sticky goo a shade of vomit. The other came out with a note.

It was so your fault.

- L

I glared daggers at his back as he ran the other way, smiling mischievously.

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When I got home, I threw open the door and went straight to my room. I needed to read my book. I lay down on my bed and stared at my poster that I had made a year ago. It read, ' Puck is my idol' in big capital letters. I opened my book and started reading. When I got to a part with Puck in it, I smiled happily. I tried to picture Puck, as I had so many times before, but all I could picture was that grey eyed boy. I wondered what the L stood for.

" Puck would so prank that guy back for me." I whispered.

To me, Puck was the best person to ever walk the face of the Earth... Or at least the literary one. "If only Puck was real... Along with Daphne and Sabrina and all the other Sisters Grimm characters." I silently wished.

A few mere seconds later, I heard a noise above my bed rest. I looked up to see a black swirling object, like something out of a science fiction novel. Surprised, I gasped as two girls and a boy fell out of it and crashed to the floor.

" Puck, I'm going to kill you!" the older girl threatened, smoothing her long blond hair while slowly getting up. "This is all your fault!"

" On a more fair note Sabrina, you were the one that suggested that we go check out the dead matches in the first place." the younger girl said. She got up and groaned. "I love you, but you cant blame puck for your own mistakes."

" Yea Grimm, listen to Daphne." the boy suggested. He got up and met my eyes.

" Hey, who are you?" he asked.

I was dazed.

Heyo, me again! Hoped you liked it, I'll try to update it as soon as possible. That's kind of unlikely, considering how I have never finished writing a book ( and started writing many) but I'll try my hardest! By the way, this story is kind of like the book, The Vampire Stalker. I don't know who it's by. I came up with this idea before I read the book, but just wanted to get that put there. So yea. I'll love you if you review, but you'll still be awesome if you don't. Sorry if it was short, I'll try to make the next chapters longer.

- Ri