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A/N: Just say it. I'm the worst person ever for not updating in the super longest time. I will even provide the dead fish you can slap me with. I may even slap myself a bit. Hey, and this story is technically after book 8, so I started it before book 8, but it doesn't have anything from book 8. Let's pretend book 8 never happened in fantasy story land! (At least for this story…) *THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER. SORRY IF YOU LIKED THE OTHER ONE BETTER, BUT I REALLY FELT LIKE IT NEEDED TO BE CHANGED*

Chapter 6

Sabrina slowly opened her eyes, trying to blink away the morning light. It was another day. Another day of school. Another day of family. Life felt almost empty because there was no evil society trying to obtain world domination. Was that bad to say? A challenge sounded better. Her life was lacking a challenge.

She sat up and stretched. She looked down and her little sister lying in the bed next to her. Dark hair spilled wildly around Daphne's head, her brow wrinkled together like she was upset. Sabrina frowned. She had never seen Daphne sleep upset, not when their parents left, not ever. She shrugged it away. She would ask about it later. The smell of bacon was calling.

Eating at the Grimm home was never normal. It consisted of bizarre recipes found all around the world that Granny Relda was always eager to experiment with. Sabrina found that if she wasn't told what the food was, and it looked at least somewhat edible, she was able to choke it down. Hey, a girl can't live on bread and water alone.

This morning was no exception. On the dining table sat a bowl of what looked like black tar. (At least there was a big ol' pile of bacon in the middle of the table.) Sabrina looked at it skeptically. Granny saw her hesitant look and started to say—

"Oh, that's just a recipe I found while on a trip to China. It has—"

"Granny!" She stopped her mid-sentence.

"Oh, yes yes. Your little arrangement. Ah, well, at least try it. It's quite good," Granny said with a smile.

Sabrina reluctantly picked up a spoon and scooped up a tiny bit, just barely enough for her to be able to taste it. She glanced up at her grandma, then back to the black substance on her spoon. She closed her eyes, and took a bite. It was like heaven erupted in her mouth. One bite left her wanting more and more and in no time her bowl was empty and she was begging for more.

"No, we have to leave some for the rest of the house," Granny said, a twinkle in her eye.

"Fine," Sabrina grumbled, as she headed back upstairs to change and get ready for school. She quickly changed into her regular t-shirt and jeans and slipped on a pair of beat up Chuck Taylors. No major fashion statement today. She ran a brush through her short hair, parting it to the side so it framed her face better, a tip she learned from her mother.

Sabrina shook her sister awake, expecting she would have to eventually call in her mother. (That was how the morning usually went.) But to her surprise Daphne eyes snapped open and she quickly jumped out of bed, a quick "Morning" barely audible.

"Huh," Sabrina put her hands on her hips and looked out the door her sister had scurried through moments before. Something was going on with Daphne. She was definitely talking to her later.

She shuffled to the bathroom. She arrived with the sound of gargling water in her ears and a blond teenage boy by the sink.

"Oh my goodness, you brush your teeth? Never would have guessed," Sabrina said smirking.

Puck wiped his mouth and gave Sabrina a toothpaste-ad-worthy smile. "Just for you, doll face."

"Shut up," she said, hitting him on the shoulder as he walked through the door. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth. No make-up, just moisturizer. She flew down the stairs, passing her sister who was on her way up. Grabbing her backpack and making sure all her schoolwork was still there (you never know when living with the "Trickster King"), she ran out the door calling out a quick "See ya after school!" to her family.

Sabrina treasured the quiet mornings of walking to school by herself. It gave her time to think. About school, family, friends, and boys. Yes, even about boys. It was weird. She felt herself judge every boy she saw, if he was cute or not cute, or if he was faint-worthy gorgeous. She would try not to think of them, saying she has better things to do, but then there she is again, contemplating whether Jack's new haircut makes him look better. It can be quite frustrating for a girl who considers herself a tomboy. She was a black belt, never wore make-up, and the closest thing she owned to a heels was a pair of plastic light up ones that she wore with a Halloween costume one year.

Today, though, her mind was on her sister. What was going on? Why was she acting so weird? She walked up the front steps of Ferryport Landing's only high school, and pushed opened one of the heavy wood doors into the main hallway of the school. Pale yellow lockers lined both sides of the hallways, and scuffed white tiles paved the floor. Normally the halls were swarmed with students, but this early in the morning it was like a ghost town. Sabrina's sneakers squeaked as she walked through the hallways to her locker. She turned the combination slowly, putting it on each precise number. She had just opened her locker when the first morning rush streamed in the school.

Pulling out her books, she glanced over to where Puck's locker was. He was still turning his combination, a focused look on his face. Opening his locker, he glanced up at Sabrina and stuck out his tongue. Sabrina just rolled her eyes and slammed her locker, adding to the roar of the hallway. She still couldn't believe how unbelievingly immature that boy could be.

She began to walk to home room, expertly weaving through the crowded hallway. She got to the classroom and found it empty. Sitting in her seat she pulled out a worn copy of Jurassic Park, and opened it to a dog-eared page. She had barely read a page when a voice irrupted her.

"Haven't you already read that book ten times?"

Sabrina turned around and smiled at her friend Riley. "This is actually my third time, thank you very much."

"Oh," said Riley, slumping into a chair. "Man, I still don't understand how you read for fun."

"Its like T.V. in your head."

"Why not just watch T.V.?"

Sabrina grinned, dog-earing her page and closing the book. "So," Sabina asked, turning in her desk. "How's life?"

Riley picked at her nail polish. "Fine, I guess. I had to come to school today. That sorta put a damper on things."

"Doesn't it always," Sabrina sighed.

More kids starting filing into the classroom. The class was full by the time the bell rang, apart from the one kid who ran in just after and got a tardy. Home room went as it normally did, kids throwing around bits of paper and talking, the teacher continually telling them to settle down. Sabrina's first couple of classes went by as almost mechanically until she got to World History. This was a class of the unexcepted.

Consisting of all the hooligans and troublemakers of the school, 4th period World History was crazy, to say the least. Kids could get away with anything, literally anything, and they would not get in trouble. One of the reasons was Mr. Weider.

Mr. Weider was a first year teacher, fresh out of Graduate School. He had a slightly hunched back and sweat a lot, and always seemed to be doing some nervous twitch, whether it was wringing his hands or loosening his tie. He didn't know how to be disciplinary, so when kids started becoming rowdy, he simple sat at his desk and graded papers. It drove Sabrina crazy, not having a structure classroom. Another reason that drove her even crazier was that Puck was the center of the insanity. He started spit ball wars, full fledged football games, and once even bungee jumped from the window. All the kids looked up to him for guidance, and he often gave it out, spouting one crazy idea after the next.

Sabrina hoped and prayed that one day they would get caught in the act, but it seems like every time a teacher pokes their head in to see what's going on, they're all in their seats, working diligently. Mr. Weider never said anything about their behavior, so nobody ever questioned about it.

Today was no different. Puck sat atop one desks, waving his arms around and telling a story to clump of people who sat around him. Other kids ran around the room, knocking over desks and screaming, while a couple made out in the corner. Sabrina and Riley were the only ones who sat at their desks, calmly talking to each other.

"So, are you going to that dance thing on Friday? The 50's Bash or whatever?" asked Riley as she doodled in her notebook.

"Naw, rather just stay home. Never really like dances much. Especially ones with poodle skirts," Sabrina replied, wrinkling her nose. "You?"

Riley put down her pen. "I don't think so." She pursed her lips for a moment and then held up her notebook to Sabrina. It was a beautiful landscape of rolling valleys and tiny trees dotted around. She could also see a castle in the distance.

"Ireland?" she asked, taking the notebook and studying it.

"Yea," Riley said. "Should I add more trees over there? I can't decide if it needs it or no–"

"Sabrinnaaa!" a voice rang through the classroom, silencing all other noise in the classroom. Even Mr. Weider looked up from grading his papers.

"What, Robin?" she asked bluntly. Puck just grinned wider.

"Bet you can't beat me up," he said he said mischievously. One of the girls below him giggled.

Sabrina didn't even respond, turning back to Riley. "Many some little trees over ther–"

"Hey, Sabrinnaaa!"

"What, Robin?" she replied, now irritated.

"Bet you can't beat me up," he said tauntingly. "Because you're a girl." Sabrina felt her hands tighten on Riley's notebook, and her face turn red. Though she was in no way a feminist, she still believed that degrading women because they aren't meant to be as strong as men horribly mean. And Puck knew it. That's all he's trying to do, make me mad, create a scene. Well, I will not give him that satisfaction, she thought, loosening her grip on the notebook.

"Did you not hear me Grimm? You. Are. A. Weak. Woman." he said, accenting each word. "More of a child really."

"Yea, she's the child," Riley snorted.

Puck now turned to Riley, irritated. "Was I talking to you? I will let you know when you can speak in front of me, peasant."

Her chaw dropped. "Did you just seriously call me a peasant? Are you for real?"

"Yes, I am real! How thick is your skull?"

Riley smirked. "Not as thick as yours, bub."

"Shut up you useless piece of scum! No one cares what you have to say!" he spat at her.

Sabrina had had enough of this. She pushed her way through the desks and threw a well aimed punch at Puck's nose. He caught her fist just before it hit his face in one swift movement. He started bursting out laughing, as did the group around him, the angry look completely wiped off his face.

"I told you she was predictable!" he gasped through his bursts of laughter.

Sabrina's had suddenly shot to Puck's shoulder and he fell back onto the desk. The room suddenly went quiet again.

"What the heck was that?" he screamed, his voice ringing out through the classroom.

"Pressure point," Sabrina smirked before grabbing his shirt collar and hitting him squarely in the nose, blood running out immediately. She let go of him and went back to her seat, starting up the conversation with Riley again. "Anyways, I was saying maybe a few–"

"HOLY FUDGENUGGETS!" Puck screamed as people buzzed around him, not sure of what to do. One of the girls grabbed a box of tissues and pressed it against his nose, box and all, where others just sat around dumbfounded.

"ENOUGH!" An unfamiliar voice yelled. Kids swung their heads around to see who it was. "OVER HERE!" Everyone looked to the front of the classroom to see a fuming Mr. Weider. "I've had enough of this crap! It's about time I put my foot down. I have let you guys get away with so much crap, but never before has anybody gotten hurt!" he screamed, waving his arms around. "I will put an end to this once and for all! If you so much as get out of your seat in this classroom, I will give you a Saturday detention. Does everybody understand?"

The class mumbled in response, all slumping into their desks.

"Robin, stop your moaning and wailing and go to the nurse. Class, turn to page 153 in your textbooks." Sabrina and Riley shared a smile as Mr. Weider began writing on the board.

*.*.*.*

The rest of the day was a blur. Puck walked around with a little bandage on his nose, and when somebody asked him what happened, he gave them a glare so fierce you thought the person was going to shrivel up and die on the spot. Riley had got a kick out of that, and said some smart remark to Puck and made his face even redder.

By the time Sabrina got to Art class, she was in a great mood. Practically skipping to her seat, she got out her sketchbook and started doodling absent mindedly on the page. She finished her last assignment early, so it was basically a free period to her. Halfway through the class, her eyes started drifting toward the open window, her mind wandering. Then something flashed in front of the window, just for a second. Snapping out of her gaze, she peered around the room to see if anyone else saw it, but everyone was working diligently on their projects. She knew she should of just ignored it and went back to her daydream, but her curiosity got the better of her. Getting out of her seat, she walked to the front of the room to ask for a bathroom pass. Once outside the classroom, she located the nearest door that led outside. She pushed in open and stepped outside, a cool breeze ruffling her short hair.

She took a deep breath, and looked around. When she saw no one, she walked down the steps and started walking around the side of the school to see if the mysterious thing was there. A gloved hand shot out of nowhere and covered her mouth. Sabrina instinctively started attacking her attacker, elbowing stomach, twisting arm and flipping, but another hand shot out with a handkerchief and Sabrina tried to fight them off, but something was causing the world to lose focus. She was becoming so tired… She just wanted to sleep… The last thing she saw before blacking out was a blond boy racing towards her, and pink wings starting to shoot out of his back…

A/N: Pheeew! Sabrina surrounded chapter…. Tell me what you think, but if you don't like it tell me why! Again, I apologize for not updating sooner! I will try to be better!