Hello my readers! Okay, I know what you're thinking. And I'm sorry. I LIED TO YOU! I said I would update everyday so that I'd be done with this story by Christmas and it's been like a week! I just decided not to even try to write until after exams, so as not to distract myself. And it worked! I think I did good on all of them (well, except maybe Chemistry, but I wasn't getting my hopes up too high on that anyway). But now that exams are all done and I've procrastinated enough to the point where I have half a week to do twelve chapters *deep breath* I can FINALLY work on this story.
[Ouch! Hey, stop that! No, I'm not going to get rid of it. No, Sabrina, I don't know what I'm going to do with that. Uncle Jake got himself into that mess so he can…]
Sorry, that was Sabrina trying to convince me to help with my uncle's…but anyway, back to my story.
The date was December thirteenth, and Sabrina and I were cleaning out the attic, looking for Christmas decorations.
"I just don't see why we have to go to such extremes to decorate for Christmas," Sabrina said.
I looked at her incredulously. "Because it's Christmas Sabrina. Don't be such a doofatron!"
Sabrina raised an eyebrow at my new word. I don't know why. Doofatron is a great word! It's like a doofus, but their doofiness exceeds regular doofness.
Sabrina picked up a box labeled ornaments and followed the steps down into the other levels of the house. I looked around the attic and found a plastic box filled with Christmas lights. Smiling I walked toward it, but not before hearing a scream that could be distinctly known as Sabrina's. See, she has this weird scream that goes up in pitch at the end and…
[Oh, shut up Sabrina. You know it's true.]
Straightening my Santa hat and candy-cane stripped stockings, I grabbed the box of Christmas lights and ran down stairs as fast as I could without tripping. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard Sabrina scream again.
"Granny!" I called, "Where's Sabrina?!"
"Outside, I think, Liebling," came Granny's voice from the kitchen downstairs. I dropped the box of lights and made my way to the main staircase, sliding down the rail to make things faster. My stockinged-feet sliding across the floor a little when I hit the ground, I took off running for the front door, where I could definitely tell the third scream came from. Smashing my feet into my green galoshes, I flung open the door with dramatic emphasis.
I shut the door again. No, not possible. I couldn't have seen that. It just wasn't feasible. But then, I did live in Ferryport Landing, and I was a Grimm.
I opened the door again and marched out onto the porch. There was boyish laughing mixed with girlish snarking. That was normal. But my brain could not compute what I was seeing. It was like my brain was having this war with my eyes:
Brain: What? That's not possible. Take another look.
Eyes: I'm telling you man; that's what I see.
Brain: Well, you're stupid. Look again.
Eyes: I'm looking dude! I'm telling you: Sabrina's a tree!
And sure enough, there was a huge full-grown tree in the front yard that had not been there that morning. It was full of leaves, even though it was mid December, and from the branches hung ripe juicy pears. One might think it just a regular old tree, but etched into the bark was the face of Sabrina. And sitting in the branches, holding a partridge in his fingers, was a hysterically-laughing Puck.
I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but their all probably going to be like that so I can get the story done faster. My goal is to have it done by the end of Christmas day.