! GUUUUUUUUUUUUUH, AND I'VE DONE IT ! Pft, oh well…. *sigh* Lets try to make this happen a bit more often. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANY who, my FPS team went to La Crosse, WI for the International Competition this summer! AND MY SCHOOL'S TEAM…... Did not place. Neither did my alternate team. My friend's (whom I shall refer to online only as Llamalord) alt. team did not place either. But hey, we got someone from Great Britain's email address! This may not seem big, but it's a big deal to us, he was SO DARN SHY BUT NICE! Hehe, anyway, my friend, who will be called Taconian here, her scenario writing team didn't place either. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT, we got 6th place in skit! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY but we still didn't get a trophy…. L But one of our state's elementary teams, the one that is in our county, they got 1st AND 2nd PLACE! It's pretty freakin' cool. That's all the explanation I'm giving you, because it would take too long and I'm sure you don't want to hear a sob story.

DISCLAIMER!: I own nothing but my Ocs and the story line.

Chapter: The Principal

POV: 3rd

Sabrina walked into the school, her sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor. Dannielle and Sam waved after her, heading up to the second floor to where the 4-8 grade classrooms were, along with most of the exploratory rooms. She waved back, not exactly sure why exactly she was waving to these people that she just met like she had known them for her entire life. But wave she did, and she hurried up to walk alongside her grandmother. Granny was busy rooting around in her large handbag, muttering to herself. "Oh, where in the world did I put those registration papers…" Sabrina figured that she could take this time to look out upon the rag-tag group of people that made up her odd little family.

Red was walking timidly alongside Granny, looking around the large halls in both wonder and fear. The white halls might have reminded her of those in the mental hospital that kept her away from the world for so long in her crazed state. Her hazel eyes swept over the hallways and then snapped back to Daphne as the hyperactive girl blathered on about something, cracking one of the girl's shy smiles. Sabrina didn't trust her at the beginning of her stay at her Granny's house, but the mouse-haired girl showed no reasons what-so-ever to be feared and soon won Sabrina's trust. She pitied the girl, really she did, she definitely did not want to go through what Red had went through.

Daphne was chattering away, cracking jokes and saying pure nonsense as Puck walked beside her, occasionally throwing in his opinion.

Then there was Batseye.

The girl walked just behind Granny, her mismatched human eyes sweeping across the halls in wonder. Sabrina knew that she would be having mixed feelings for the girl for quite a while. She had just shown up out of the blue, no mention of where she came from, and gave no signs that she could be trusted. Who would trust someone who looked like that at a first glance, anyway? With Sabrina Grimm, one of the most suspicious members of the family, it would take twice as long as normal.

Sabrina looked on, paying no attention to where she was going, and ran head-on into the ex-mayor Charming.

Sabrina fell backwards and the papers that resided in Charming's hands fell to the floor in the collision.

"Child, WHY must you insist on running into me? Look where you're going, you don't have many brain cells left, your brain may not be able to take any harassment." Charming chided, not making a move to pick up his papers.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too…" Sabrina grumbled sarcastically, rubbing her sore tailbone and going for the papers. She gathered them together and sneaked a peak. Why does Charming have registration forms? She handed him the papers and pulled herself off the ground, as Charming made no move to help her up.

"I sure hope that you'll treat your new principal with more respect next time." He dusted off his slacks, as if he was the one that fell to the ground and had sullied his trousers with nonexistent dirt.

"Yeah, I'll make sure to do that when I meet him." She rolled her eyes. What does he mean by that? Wait a minute, "Next time"?

"Well, you might as well apologize now," He grinned deviously, "as you are looking at him now."

Doh-ho-ho, I'm so sorry if it's short, but I wanted to update before the year ended. So, I thought, "Why not post about an hour before the next year?" Well, at least I got what I wanted. Hope you all had a good Christmas/Hanukkah/anything else, and have a happy new year! Oh, guess what? I'm writing a book! I'm pretty serious about it this time, so I'm sorry if my book interferes with my FF writing. Wish me luck!

By the way, my Pyromaniac review button has been named George. (Just like my favorite waiter at a certain Theatre I go to every year on my birthday!) He is happy with his new name… FOR NOW. (DUNDUNDUUUUUUUNNNNN….) Talk to George. He is VERY talkative.

Peace, love, and tacos peeps!

-Saharasiam