My DAMN writer's block is not letting me go where I originally wanted to go with this chapter (I've tried to write this three times) but I have made a detour from the main plot, so I have something to put up here.
Eight: Typical
The Grimm home was loud, 24/7. Noise blasted through every crowded hall, but it was the loudest while everyone woke up and got ready. The next day was certainly no exception.
Sabrina woke up early, thoughts still flashing through her mind. The face of the boy in the cauldron did not look evil, but looks could be deceiving. For some odd reason, she saw that blue scale in her mind's eye, Mirror changing his direction and handing her the green and purple ones. She shook it off and swung her feet over the side of her bed, nearly stepping on Crimson's face. Red's older sister lay curled up on her bedroom floor, without so much as a blanket. She tried to tiptoe out, but accidentally set off an alarm. Otherwise known as a toddler.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Vermillion had a very limited vocabulary, but a very, very loud voice. So much for not waking up Crimson...
Sabrina followed Crimson out the door, as the girl rocked and shushed Vermillion with the practice of someone who had been doing it for more then a century. Downstairs, Granny Relda was already stirring at something that might have been food once, as it simmered away on the stove.
"Good morning, Mrs Grimm."
"Morning, Granny."
"Wah."
"Good morning to you as well, Lieblings. Who wants the first serve of m-"
"Old lady, where are all my shirts and hoodies?"
Puck stuck his head down the stairs, and Sabrina blushed as she realised there was actually a reason behind the question. Puck was not wearing a shirt, and Sabrina quickly snapped her head away as she noted that he was coming down the staircase.
"I've looked everywhere that my clothes are supposed to be, and I only found one pair of jeans."
"Puck, it's okay. I just washed your clothes."
Granny Relda was perfectly calm as she delivered this information. Puck was not perfectly calm as he delivered his response.
"YOU WHAT?! OLD LADY, I SPENT MONTHS GETTING THEM THAT DIRTY AND STINKY! THEY WERE ALL SO PERFECT!"
Daphne came running down the stairs.
"Why isn't Puck wearing a shirt? Who took my secret liquorice? Does anyone want to watch a movie with me after breakfast? What's for breakfast? Where's the burning rubber smell coming from?"
Red followed closely behind her friend.
"Why was my wardrobe lying down?"
Then Uncle Jake decided to grace them all with his presence.
"We're out of toilet paper again, and why was there two hundred dollars worth of rubber ducks ordered on my credit card?"
Puck grinned.
"That was me, they're for a prank."
"You are literally magic! Why do you keep stealing my credit card when you are perfectly aware that there's no need to?"
"Because your reactions are absolutely hilarious."
Granny Relda tried to step in.
"Now, boys, there's no need-"
Sabrina had heard it all before. As a full scale brawl broke out, she just ignored everything. Until she noticed something that was getting far too common in their house.
"Granny, breakfast is on fire."
After everyone had exited the now-drenched kitchen, Sabrina, Crimson, and Uncle Jake got in the car, and went to get doughnuts.
Was that okay? I know there wasn't much plot development here, but writer's block is a cruel, cruel thing. Please review if you liked it.
~Madei
