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2.

Sabrina's POV

"Sabrina? Remind me why we are going to the Blue Plate, if Granny just made breakfast?" Daphne asked, skipping down the side walk next to me, her pig tails bouncing up and down.

"Because, Daphne. Have you forgotten how Granny Relda always makes odd concoctions for breakfast, lunch and dinner? We never have a normal meal. I am sick of her crazy food!" I huffed.

"You aren't very nice about her cooking. I think it tastes really good." Daphne said.

"Daphne, I hate to burst your bubble, but you think everything tastes good. I could hand you a stick and you would say it tastes good." Daphne sticks her tongue out at me. I roll my eyes. As we turn the corner and open the door to the Blue Plate, a flash of blond hair and green eyes runs straight into us.

"Hey!" I yelp, regaining my balance. I turn and yell after the boy, "Watch it!" He just keeps running, shouting out his apology over his shoulder. I blink twice. Was it just me or did that boy look a little like Puck. Of course there was no way he could have been Puck, he would have never apologized for running into someone. And that boy was definitely cuter. I turn back to Daphne who has a huge smile on her face. All I could think about were his dark green eyes.

"He was cute."

"Yes, he was." I agree. I walk over to the counter. Blue Farrah was wiping off the counter topswhen she saw us coming. She smiles at us.

"Well, hello girls, what can I get you this morning?" She grabs a notepad and a pencil.

"I would like some pancakes with blueberry syrup, please." I say quickly before Daphne starts ordering. She always orders practically everything on the menu. I honestly have no idea how she can eat so much and not be fat.

"I would like some pancakes with syrup, a side of eggs and bacon. Throw in some oatmeal while you are at it…. And…." Farrah starts scribbling madly on the notepad. "Could I also have some French toast?" Daphne asks, with a wide smile. "Oh! And some…"

"That will be all Farrah, thanks." I cut in, interrupting Daphne.

Farrah gives me a full blown grin and gives the order to the cook. "Hey! I wasn't done!" Daphne whined as I grab her hand and yank her toward a table next to the far wall. I want to stay as far away from the window as possible. Ever since we had been attacked by the Jabberwocky, I had started to feel paranoid being near windows. Our breakfast came quickly and Daphne dug in, her braids falling into the syrup. I stare at her in disgust.

"Maybe you should start putting your hair up, Daphne" I state innocently."That way, your hair won't always be full of food." Daphne glares at me. I finished before her and waited until she was lying with her back against the seat, her stomach big and round.

"Sabrina, I don't feel so good." Daphne complains. I chuckle.

"You should stop ordering so much to eat."

We climb the steps to our house. I pull out my copy of keys and start unlocking the dozen of locks. When I had first arrived in Ferry Port Landing I thought Granny was just paranoid putting all these locks on the house. Over the past few years I had begun to understand why. Some everafters were crazy and obsessed with breaking into our house because of the magical items located inside. But unlocking the locks didn't open the hose alone. There was a magical lock on the house. The only way to open it was to knock on the door three times and declare to the house that we were home. It sounds crazy, I know, but that's the only way into the house.

I give Daphne the excitement of opening the last lock and we both run into the house. Once inside, I notice how quiet the house is. I begin looking for Granny Relda and my parents. No one is home. I walk into the kitchen and smell nothing. This worries me because Granny Relda always has something cooking in the morning. Just because Daphne and I had skipped out didn't mean she wouldn't make anything. There was still Mr. Canis and Puck, who could eat the whole food supply if he wanted. Red and Uncle Jake also lived in the house with my parents. I began searching the living room, dining room and started up the stairs. I swear I heard snoring when I left this morning. This didn't make any sense.

"Daphne?" I call out. I listen for a reply, but hear nothing. I start to panic. The last time this happened my parents had been kidnapped. "Daphne?! Where are you?" I practically yell. I run into the kitchen and grab a knife. If anyone is here who shouldn't be, I'll be ready.

"Daphne?" I call quietly. How can this be? She was right next to me five minutes ago. I make my way to the library, the one room I haven't checked yet. I lay my hand on the door knob and pause. I start to play out how I would attack the intruder. I had learned to fight with Granny Relda's Training games. I turned the knob and walk slowly into the room. I close the door slowly and turn around.

"SURPRISE!" I hear a loud noise erupt from the room. I lunge at the first person I see, before I can quite register what just happened. I find myself sitting on top of a certain fairy with my knife at his neck. Puck raises his eyebrow at me before flipping us over and standing up.

"I know I am a pain in your butt, but I didn't think you would try to kill me." Puck says with a hint of humor in his voice. Before I can respond my mother starts scolding me.

"Sabrina Bethany Grimm, what do you think you are doing barging in here with a knife?! You need to set an example to you younger siblings." Puck snorts. I glare at him.

"Sorry mom." I say, looking back at her. I lift myself off the floor. I feel someone whisper in my ear.

"Bethany?" I hear Puck laugh. "That's your middle name?" I groan. Great, another thing he can tease me about. I feel Daphne grab my hand and pull me away from Puck's towering frame. I am still amazed by how tall he is getting. Daphne shoves me onto one of the sofas. I sit there a bit confused. Putting all the pieces together, I realized that today was my birthday. Crap! I totally forgot. I had made a deal with myself when my parents disappeared, that I wouldn't celebrate birthdays or have any fun during the holidays without my parents. Even though it was years later, I was still in the habit of forgetting certain dates.

"It's time for presents!" Daphne exclaims. She eyes wide with excitement, she begins handing my presents until there is a pile in front of me. I raise my eyebrows. That's a lot of presents. I smile a little, but feel a bit spoiled.

"I do not need that many." I say looking around the room at the faces that are watching me carefully. Daphne frowns. Knowing her she probably got me at least three.

"Honey, we feel guilty for missing so many birthdays, so we wanted to make it up to you girls." My father replies. I can see the look of guilt on his face. He knows that them being there is enough, but he still thinks he needs to make it up. I'm not sure why. Not wanting to make anyone feel bad and because I am also secretly excited to see what everyone got me, I pick up one of the presents on the pile, ready to open it. Daphne bites into her palm. I glance at her. She still does that, I always wonder is this habit will ever disappear.

I look at the tag. This gift is from Uncle Jake. I am dumfounded when I unwrap the gift. Laying there in my lap is the most terrifying and yet beautiful dagger, I've ever seen. I pulled the blade from its sheath, admiring the sound it made. The blade is curved a bit and a very nice shade of silver. The hilt was the beautiful part. It is a dragon that has its mouth open ready to breathe fire. Normally I am not a fan of dragons, but this one was beautiful. You could really see the detail put into making it. I put the dagger back in its sheath, and run over to Uncle Jake who gives me a huge smile. I smother him in a hug.

"Thank you! It's beautiful. Where did you find it?" I gush. Uncle Jake puts a finger to his lips.

"I have a friend." He says smirking. I can't help but smile. I hear my father clear his throat and glare at Jake. Jake quickly adds, "But, you must promise me, that we won't use it unless of emergency. We don't want another scene like the one you just made. Personally, I don't want to find a dead Puck somewhere in the house." I laugh, but nod in agreement. I hear Puck growl. I smirk a little and sit back on my seat.

"Do this one next!" Daphne squeals as she shoves another present in my hands. This one is wrapped quite colorfully. Of course, this one is from Daphne. I smile to myself and start to open it. When I'm finished Daphne squeals again and waits for my reaction. Inside the paper is a bottle of perfume. I smile. Daphne can be so thoughtful sometimes. Puck had taken my perfume and replaced it with some ghastly smell a few months ago. Daphne saw how upset I was about it. I was not upset because I really liked make-up and pretty things or anything, because I don't. It was the first gift my mother had gotten me after she woke up from the sleeping curse. I didn't want to lose it, because it was special to me.

"Thanks Daphne." She runs over and gives me a hug. "It's a special perfume, I'll tell you about it later." She whispers in my ear. I hug her tighter. She lets go and hands me the next present. It's large and square. On the tag it says it's from Granny and Mr. Canis. I tear the paper off to find a journal, but it's different than any normal journal. It is made of brown leather and has a metal clasp on it.

"Granny, I'm not even done with my family journal yet." I say. We all have family journals. They are supposed to help the future Grimm's with crimes, just like the journals we have, have helped us with our crimes. Granny gives me a kind smile.

"This is a special journal. You can write anything you want into it. It's not a family journal, it's a personal journal." Granny says. "Plus, it has a magic lock that only you can open. You may be surprised by what you find inside." She adds. I say thank you, though I'm not a fan of writing in journals. I find it a waste of time. Daphne, eagerly hands me more. I unwrap a set of keys and a driver's license for a motorcycle. I look up, totally surprised. When did I get my license? I don't even remember taking the driver's test.

"Am I dreaming?" I ask warily, thinking it was, definitely a dream. Granny starts to giggle.

"No Honey, this is real." My dad reassures me. "Do you remember how Uncle Jake was giving you lessons?" I nod. "He had one of his friend's come over and watch you drive. This friend of his is a driving instructor. He said, you were a natural, so he gave you a license." He explains. I look at Uncle Jake. He smiles and nods. I am overcome with joy. Riding a motorcycle feels amazing. I love the way I feel free. It takes me to a whole new world and I almost understand what it must feel like to fly.

The next present was a red helmet. It was the perfect size. I also got the maroon colored leather jacket I'd been eyeing at the mall for a while now. Red gave me some red gloves, scarf, hat and socks. I gave her a hug. I was happy to see how she had adapted to us, crazy Grimm's.

The last present was outside. I already had a good idea of what it was. I was literally jumping up and down on my way out. I held the keys in one hand and the helmet in the other. Outside stood my very own red motorcycle, I can't believe that I have my very own.

"Can I- ?" I started.

"Yes, take it for a joy ride." My father tells me. "But, be home by dinner." I smile and put the helmet on. As I turn the keys into the ignition, I hear it roar to life. I ride down the driveway and onto the street, my hair flying. This was the best feeling ever!