Heyyyy! What's cracka-lakin? (Sorry, I is like Daphne. I has strange phrases.) Pie is good. Dudes, I is getting bored. Comment! The plurals are intentional. We is awesome! Oh, the (things in here) are notes from me in the middle of the story. Enjoy!
Nightshade's P.O.V.
Leave me alone and get out of my thoughts or I track you down and kill you.
(How pleasant. We should leave her alone.)
Puck's P.O.V.
The fat and ugly lady was screaming at me when I came to, but I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I barely noticed. I. Am. A. Girl. If anyone finds out, I will never live it down. (Unbeknownst to him, microscopic cameras were watching his every move, and every person that used magic in his world besides the sisters was getting the live feed. Thanks, Sapphire!) I cannot let anyone ever find out that doesn't have to. (Ummm, it's too late for that.) I looked around and noticed the lady had stopped screaming. In a voice as cold as snow she said "Clean the floors." I was hit with a wave of nausea. (This seems to be happening a lot. Sorry, Puck, we enjoy your discomfort.) I am a prince! Princes don't clean floors! *Insert laughter from everyone watching* But Cinderella obviously did so I needed to. Otherwise the story will be messed up and Sabrina will be unhappy. I felt myself turning a bright shade of red. *More laughter*
Sapphire's P.O.V.
We landed in the story of Cinderella. I did not want to miss out on the joy of telling a boy my age that everyone he knew was watching him walk around in a dress. (Oooo, how evil ) I am so recording this and showing it to my peeps back home! I was so glad that my magic made us not become characters and be invisible to these leftover images of what once was. I checked who the Grimm Group was playing.
Robin Goodfellow (Puck) – Cinderella
Sabrina Grimm – Evil Stepsister
Daphne Grimm – Fairy Godmother
This was way too fun. (You said it!)
Sabrina's P.O.V.
I followed the screaming to the kitchen, where I burst into laughter. Puck was in a dress! (No duh Sherlock.) "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" I doubled up with laughter. Puck glared. The lady growled at him. (What is she, a dog?) Puck concealed his anger at me.
Nightshade's P.O.V.
I'm sorry; you cannot get into my head right now. Please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Have. A. Nice. Life. While it lasts. *insert Twilight Zone music* (Hey! That's my answering machine message! Are you stalking me?) I cannot stalk you, seeing as I'm a figment of your own imagination. (Oh, right. I forgot about that.)
Granny's P.O.V.
I was horrified. The girl had gotten into the book she clamed was hers and Puck was being embarrassed in front of the whole world thanks to her. (Sapphire rox my soxs!) Then Sabrina came into the room and burst out into laughter. (Not very nice, Sabrina. ;)) It must be horrible for him. The worst thing is that his supposed thoughts are scrolling on the bottom of the screen. (Did I mention it was on their TVs? If they did not own one, a flat screen appeared and started to hover over them.)
Puck's P.O.V.
I was so glad no one could hear my thoughts, as they would hear me thinking about how good Sabrina looked in the evil stepsister dress and how I was dwelling on our (currently three) kisses. (Too bad, Puck. We saw everything you thought. And so did everyone else you know and some you don't. You will be the butt of jokes for many years to come.) I glared at Sabrina, but then the wicked stepmother growled at me and I remembered that glaring was out of character for Cinderella. (O.C.C.! See, I'm not the only one who does it!) So I hid my anger. *Everyone laughs here!*
You like my new style of writing? I'm trying to see what one fits me the best, and this was really fun to make!