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Disclaimer, I do not own the Sisters Grimm or Airborne or Skybreaker or Starclimber or The Hunger Games. Those are all by successful real writers. Today I was called a 'fake' writer 'cause I don't write my own stories (well, I do, but I write fan fics more often). It got me in a bad mood.

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Sabrina glanced around the room and sighed. Her 16th birthday had passed without incident and now that all the cake was gone everyone had rushed off to research, meditate and create new pranks. She liked all of the gifts she'd received, which were set up around her, supported by stacks of books that lay all over the house.

She sighed again. That was the problem, the books.

For her birthday she'd asked simply for books. Normal ones, not books about princesses and their princes or books about fairy kingdoms. Not a fairytale. She wanted to read about something other than fairytales, she was sick of the countless, depressing stories about her friends' (and enemies') real lives. She wanted gripping, romantic fiction that would send her to another world instead of the past.

Sabrina sighed for the third time and looked towards the front door where her uncle Jake had just entered. He was carrying a small box under his arm.

"Happy birthday 'Brina," He said. "Sorry I couldn't have been here sooner. Is the party over?"

"Yeah," She replied gathering up her presents.

"Poo (An: sorry, I know, immature, 'poo'. But you guys need to understand that I'm an immature person), I'm guessing they didn't leave me any cake, huh?"

"There's a piece in the fridge for you."

"Thanks 'Brina." He turned to the kitchen but looked back at her. "Oops, almost forgot. While I was in New York I met up with Bess and Hamstead. I let slip it was your birthday and Bess got you something."

Jake passed her the box and went to find his cake.

Sabrina took the box in her hands gingerly. She grabbed the scissors from the coffee table and carefully cut through the heavy-duty tape that was keeping the cardboard together. She pulled back the flaps to find a beautifully written note. It read:

Dear Sabrina, happy 16th! You lucky little ager, enjoy being sixteen kid, you aren't gonna be that age forever! I hear your house is filled with books, I hope you don't mind a few more. Wishing you well, the cow that jumped over the moon (Bess) and one of the three little pigs (Hamstead) here is my e-mail incase you need to contact me : bess over the moon e-mail .com

Sabrina's hopes plummeted, Bess had probably gotten her another (ick), fairytale. She ripped open the wrapping paper anyways.

'This doesn't look like any fairytale I've ever heard of…' she thought.

The first books' cover was a picture of a young man holding a spyglass to his face, he was in some sort of dome, Sabrina liked it but didn't understand it. The second was the face of a young woman wearing a snowsuit and iced goggles, in the goggles Sabrina could see the reflection of a blimp, like the ones that flew advertisements across the New York sky, against a setting sun. The third was a form of… space ship, perhaps? Sabrina couldn't tell. She got the 'space' part because it seemed to be high into space, with a tiny earth behind it. The last books' cover was simple, a gold bird in the center of a gold ring against a black background.

Their names were Airborne, Skybreaker and Starclimber by Kenneth Oppel and the last was The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.

She read the backs of the books and confirmed the fact that the books were not fairytales.

Sabrina grinned from ear to ear and grabbed her things. She then rushed upstairs to e-mail her favorite cow and read.

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These books are all AMAZING! Seriously, read them. Along with the book 'Graceling' by Kristen Cashore. AMAZING!