Hey! I just opened up a FanFiction account. As you can tell from my totally gravy username, I love the paring of Puck and Sabrina ( Sisters Grimm). I keep wishing that in the series, Puck and Sabrina should actually kiss more than once. They are so made for each other and stubborn! Anyways, I'm sounding like a fangirl. So, I also keep imaging how I would tell the characters in Sisters Grimm they have books made about them. That is probably going to be my first story. So anyways, this is about me.

Things I Hate:

1. Justin Bieber

2. Sloppy and Fake Puckabrina Stories

3. Mushy Gushy Stuff

4. Cannibals

5. Chickens ( Long Story)

6. Justin Bieber

7. Rebecca Black

8. Songs About Boosting Your Self Esteem

9. Slow Internet Speed

10. Justin Bieber ( Did I type him already?)

Things I LOVE:

1.FanFiction

2.Puckabrina Stories

3.Sisters Grimm

4.Percy Jackson Books

5.Percabeth

6.Adam Lambert

7.Pretty Little Liars

8.Drop Dead Diva

9.Reading Comedy Stories

10.Banana Bread

My Fav Part of A FanFic ( Of course it's about Puckabrina)

"Like I said- we'll figure it out." He kissed the top of her head, making her blush like crazy.

"Hey! Keep it PG!" Puck called out to them. Daphne sputtered for an answer while Mustardseed rolled him eyes in a Sabrina kind of matter.

"Stop it, Puck. It was only her head. Oh, and thank you for what you did back there." Puck grinned at him and flipped his hair in a way similar to a certain male pop singer.

"No problem. Just make a twenty foot statue in honor of me."

"I think not!" Sabrina said coming closer to him. She then punched his jaw, earning a groan escape his lips. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused? Now you've ruined a wedding!" Puck rolled his eyes, rubbing his jaw.

"C'mon, Sabrina. You should still love me for doing that heroic act back there. Now your sister and my brother will be happy together!"

Sabrina shook her head, but wrapped her arms around him. "But you did it to help Daphne and Mustardseed, so I can't stay mad at you." They shared a small kiss in front of the two younger people. Daphne squealed-yep, still an eight year old at heart.

"Oh my gosh! That was so sweet! Gosh! Puckabrina is so cute!" she gushed, earning a laugh from Mustardseed.

Puckabrina turned red like mad. Puck then announced, "I don't think we should kiss in public."

"Agreed."

"Nah, do it some more! It'll make a great post on Facebook." Everyone turned to see Uncle Jake.

He was holding a camera.

Grinning like a maniac.

And there was a picture of Puckabrina kissing.

Which embarrassed Sabrina and Puck very much.

"You're dead old man!" Puck yelled, running for him. Uncle Jake laughed, sprinting towards the Sacred Grounds. The three teens laughed.

"Anyways, Mustardseed, you okay?" Sabrina asked concerned. Mustardseed smiled genuinely.

"I'm fine. In fact, I'm very…happy." He winked at Daphne, who returned the look with a small smile.

Sabrina grinned at them. "You guys would really make a great couple." There was a tint of blush on Daphne's cheeks.

"Thanks Sabrina."

Her sister waved a hand at her. "No problem." Then Sabrina smirked.

"What?" Daphne asked with a confused look on her face.

"I never knew you were that sneaky-using the fairy godmother wands for a transformation spell."

Daphne shrugged. "Well I had mom's help, you know. She probably loved the plan more than I did."

Sabrina smiled and said to her, "You know mom, she loves magical things. Hey, remember when we used the fairy godmother wands to sneak into Charming's party years ago?"

Daphne half smiled. "I remember! I was the Tin Man and you were Momma Bear!" Mustardseed snorted, which was very surprising since they had never heard him do it before.

Sabrina rolled her eyes, but grinned. "Yeah, I was. I really hated it, you know. I don't know how bears live but it felt like I was in a very warm suit with no air conditioning." She shook her head, laughing.

Daphne puffed out her chest. "I loved being the Tin Man! I squeaked every time I moved a limb. Although, I did get some weird looks when I did."

"Well it sounds like you two had fun years ago," Mustardseed said. "While my father was still alive, he would tell me to go help around Faerie by collecting taxes and such. I don't know why we did that though. I mean, we didn't even own that much in New York City, just some Everafter houses."

The two Grimm girls shrugged. Then Daphne said to the prince, "Mustardseed, do you miss your dad?"

He smiled. "Believe it or not, I do. Just not as much as I would miss my mother. I disliked my father for a long time because of Puck's banishment, but I'm somewhat over it now. Emphasis on somewhat." They laughed. Mustardseed looked up at the sky and said, "Even if he was hated a lot, and wasn't a family kind of father, he still was my father."

Daphne nodded, "Yeah! Same here, kind of- when our mom and dad split, I was mad at both of them, but I still love them a lot." Sabrina nodded.

"Remember what happened to me? I cried for months until…" she blushed. Daphne smirked.

"Until what?" she sang. "Until Puck comforted you and you guys smooched?" Daphne pursed her lips and made kissing sounds. Sabrina turned red. But Mustardseed saved Sabrina more embarrassment by stealing a kiss from Daphne, promptly making her turn red. "M-Mustardseed!"

He laughed loudly, and hugged her. "Sorry, couldn't resist. And it was only a peck, unlike your sister and my brother." Sabrina turned her head and turned scarlet.

"Shut up," she mumbled. She was about to add something when she heard yelling. They turned their heads into the direction of the noise. Uncle Jake and Puck were wrestling on the ground for the camera. It was a very bemusing sight.

"Give it!" Puck cried.

"Hey! I gave you the bracelet, so the least you could do it let me keep the picture!"

"Nu-uh! No way, old man! That kiss was private!"

"A kiss is only private if had a private place! You kissed in front of the church- that's not very private!"

"Well whatever I say goes, so it's private!"

"You're not the king!"

"Well, I am the Trickster King!"

The two quarreled some more until Henry came and snatched the camera from them. "I have no idea what you guys are fighting about, but I'm keeping this picture! He then proceeded to take a look at the picture.

Sabrina and Puck looked at him in shock. "No!"

Too late, he snapped his head up at the two. "Sabrina…what is the meaning of this?"

Daphne shook her head, smiling. "Dad blew up." Mustardseed laughed.

Sabrina exasperatedly said, "It was only a peck!"

"It's not a peck if your arms are wrapped around him!" Henry said. Then he turned to Puck with an angry expression. "You, why are you taking advantage of my daughter?"

Puck's eyes widened, "Advantage? It was just a kiss!"

Veronica walked over. "What was just a kiss?" She saw the picture in Henry's hands. "Aww! You guys are so cute together!"

Henry sputtered. "What? No they are not!"

Basil giggled happily. "Kish! Kish! Pakabria!"

Daphne smiled at her baby brother. "He said Puckabrina!"

Sabrina and Puck looked at Basil in horror. "Who taught him to say that?"

Daphne pointed at herself with a proud grin on her face. "Only the best!" Mustardseed laughed as the scene unfolded.

"You Grimms are very entertaining." Of course, no one heard him besides Daphne because they were all fighting verbally.

Uncle Jake crept up behind Henry and snatched the camera from him. "Aha! I have it!" Then Puck and Henry dived for Uncle Jake.

While everyone what fighting, Daphne and Mustardseed just smiled at each other. What mattered was that they made it through. Even though they had many distractions along the way, they managed to go through the obstacles and make it where they are today.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted: "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she'll be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this onto your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia.

There was a 10 year old girl named Amy in the 1960s who got a doll in a white dress holding a white rose. That night, she slept with the doll in her bed. She woke up at midnight and she heard somebody calling "Amy...Amy..." She thought it was her parents so she went into their room and saw her doll white rose white dress. The doll said "Amy. I killed your parents. Next your brother then you." Amy went back to sleep and then she woke up to somebody calling "Amy...Amy..." She thought it was her brother. She went into his room and saw the doll standing there. White dress bloody rose. The doll said "Amy. I killed your parents and your brother. Now you." Amy ran to the kitchen and got a knife. When she turned around, the doll was standing there and pointed the rose towards Amy. Amy fell down and she was dead. The doll is still out there today. If you don't copy and paste this on your profile, the doll will appear in your room and murder you.

One day, a man was driving and he saw a girl on the side of the road. He asked if she needed a ride and the girl said yes. She got into the car and the man felt her hand. It was ice cold. He asked if she wanted the heat on and she said yes. He turned the heat on and he drove her to her house. When they got to her house, he felt her hand again and it was still ice cold. The next day, he was in his car and noticed her jacket was in his car. He drove to her house and knocked on her door with her jacket. Her mother opened the door and the man asked "Is this your daughters jacket?" Her mom said "My daughter died three years ago." The man left and drove to her grave and saw her grave with his jacket on her tombstone. Next to her grave he saw his tombstone. This is a true story. If you don't copy and paste this, the same thing will happen to you.

About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone that she fell...and they believed them.

THEY HURT HER

FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post but didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.

Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.

If you don't repost saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.

One night these five girls were having a sleepover when they heard chaos at the end of her street when they went down to find out what was happening. They learned that a woman was raped and the man was on the loose. So they quickly ran home and bolt everything down. Everyone settles down for a while, then they started hearing weird noises coming from outside. They let their minds go wild so they got scared and hid inside a closet. The man was really outside and found a window that had a broken bolt. He crept in quietly. The girls were scared crapless. He walked into the room and opened the closet. The girls screamed and ran in separate directions. Four of the girls went downstairs and in the cellar door, which was right above the bathroom. He caught the fifth girl, took her into the bathroom, raped her, and skinned her alive. Her friends heard her die that night, but they couldn't do anything about it. They listened to her scratching the door to get out. In the morning when he had fled, the remaining girls went into the bathroom. There engraved into the wall was her message: HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET ME DIE? They looked up to get the tears out of their eyes and saw her flesh dangling from the knife that had skinned her. If you don't repost this, the man will skin you alive too, because they haven't caught him yet. And the girl will make sure you die so she can pass on the tale. Fact: A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer.

On December 24th, 2006 at 8:00 in the morning, a 14-year-old boy by the name of Scott Jackson was found dead. Doctors couldn't come up with the cause of his death. His mother checked his e-mails to see if she could figure out what happened. Turns out he was still signed into his Yahoo e-mail account. She found he had gone to sleep after he read and didn't send a chain letter about a little girl who kills you in your sleep with no natural cause of death. This is the e-mail she read: My name is Ofelia Heras. I'm 16 years old. I'm a murderer. I have no face. When you look at me you'll die immediately. You have 900 seconds to repost this onto your profile or I will visit you tonight.

This is a true story- One night, a 14 year old girl was baby-sitting two kids, a boy and a girl, while their parents were out at a resturant. When it was time for the kids to go to bed, the girl called the parents and asked if she could take the clown statue out of the room. The dad said "We don't have a clown statue. Get the kids and get out of the house." The 'clown statue' was really a killer who escaped from prison. If you don't copy and paste this onto your profile, then the clown statue will appear into your room and slit your throat in your sleep.

If you haven't already realized, I get seriously freaked out by the chain messages above. Having a VERY wide and twisted imagination doesn't help at all.

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