Congratulations Ode to a Fangirl! You won the challenge! (You were the only one who did it) but yours was great anyway!
Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. It was the first one I've not originally written on a computer.
Axel Treehorn: Thanks so much for the idea. I think I'll use it.
Sabrina had found a new way to wake Daphne up: cymbals. One loud clang would jolt her awake, much to the Grimm family's pleasure. They were very tired of waiting for Daphne and always being late.
The way Sabrina had found this miraculous waker-upper was simple: rial and error. She had tried a gong, various drums, even a jackhammer, and as a last resort slapping her in the face. Nothing had worked except the metallic crash of the cymbals.
But this particular morning was very different. In fact, the moment Sabrina opened her eyes she wished she hadn't. This was because today was the day of the dreaded dance lessons. Sabrina had begged and begged Granny not to make her go, but she could not be dissuaded.
"Every child who lives in my house must learn to dance. It's a Grimm family tradition!" she had said.
Of course Daphne was excited, but Sabrina wished she could just go die.
Still, Sabrina unwillingly bent down by Daphne's bedside table to get the cymbals. But they weren't there. Where could they possibly have gone? Sabrina searched the room trying to find them. She heard Daphne mumbling in her sleep.
"Mmm…delicious…marshmallows…"
Silly Daphne, thought Sabrina. She went to her sister.
While sleeping, Daphne was hugging the cymbals to her chest and sucking one them. Drool ran down their sides.
Sabrina quickly left the room. There was no was no way she was touching those. Sabrina smirked. If there was any day for Daphne to stay asleep, it was definitely today.
Stupid dancing lessons.
Does anyone think I should do one about the dance class? Because, unfortunately, she does end up taking them… Poor Sabrina.
Please, please review. I need more ideas!
