Behold: Another Hundred Word Challenge!
'Cause, ya know, we didn't already have enough of those to begin with. Chapter 1: Smirk (No. 25)
Disclaimer: I'm a girl. That means I'm not a boy. The person who wrote this IS a boy. I'll let you figure this out. Try REAL hard.
Sabrina Grimm's eye ticked, something it did when she was exceptionally angry.
"Well, Captain Doodieface? I thought even the dimmest of peasants would have understood by now! I, your King, am hungry. Make me a sandwich!"
"Oh, you're something alright," the Grimm girl replied, irritated, "I've said it before, and I'll say it again, do it yourself! I don't serve anyone, especially you, Stinkpot!"
He smirked, taking out a Glop-Grenade. "Oh, really? That's too bad."
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'I'm gonna' wipe that smirk off his dirt-caked face.' Sabrina promised herself, getting ready for the fifth shower that day. 'Even if I have to play dirty to do it.' She chuckled, a plan of revenge already forming.
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Finally, she was finished. All that was left was to wait.
Sabrina fell asleep, dreaming of the various outcomes this could have. She couldn't wait until her victim woke. This time, she would get her revenge differently.
Eventually, the eldest Grimm girl's watch alarm went off, waking her just in time for her plan to take effect.
This time, the Grimms were roused not by the usual scream of Puck's name, but of "GRIMM!" The bewildered family entered the hallway just in time to see Sabrina lean against her doorway, a black marker in hand.
She smirked. "What do you want, Peter Pan?"
Sorry, I had to do it. She never strikes back (in this sense) and I wanted to fix that.
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