Okey Dokey. Yes, I know that I said I was going to update Thursday. That wasn't possible, my loverly awesome BETA couldn't make the date, so I was happy to give her a rain-check. :) I hope no one really cares, and that you'll forgive me.

This is quite a long chapter, compared to my others. A bit more than 3000, so bare with me. :) It gets good though, at the end. I hope...

I don't own the Sisters Grimm, Michael Buckley does

Chapter 7, in which Elvis whines, Veronica gasps, and Red is caught on the toilet.

"SABRINA GRIMM!" My dad, Henry, bellowed. He'd just gotten off of the phone with the principal.

Cautiously, I snuck an eye around the wall of the staircase, only to be met with dad's furious expression.

"Sabrina," He said sternly, "Mr. Miller just got off the phone with me." He gave me a pointed look. "Do you want to know what he told me?"

"Not really?" I answered nervously. In full honesty, leaving my room at all after what had happened today was a massive leap. I still felt like killing someone, but strangely I also felt like hugging someone. I could make both work... It'd be the ultimate back-stab. Literal back-stab.

"He told me that you had broken not only someone's nose, but in doing so had broken your probation."

"Honey!" My mom, Veronica, gasped. "You were only two days into it!"

"Oh, and that's not all," Dad told her, holding up a letter to her. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Grimm," He read. "Due to repeated acts that breached the school rules and the breaking of her probation, the staff at Ferryport Landing High school are sincerely remorsfal to inform you that your daughter, Sabrina Grimm, has had to be expelled from Ferryport Landing High school!"

Everyone in the lounge room went quiet and turned to me, mouths gaping. Everyone in the room. That meant Daphne, Granny, Mr Canis, Red, Mom, Dad, Uncle Jake and Puck- all looking at me with dismay. Even Elvis let out a sorry whine.

"But… why that means that- that she'll have to be transferred to another school! There are no other high schools within Ferryport Landing!" Granny's hand flew up to cover her mouth.

"And it's not like we can home-school, either!" Veronica added. "It would take months to get any qualifications for it, and by then some case worker would have swooped in and taken her away from us for her lack of education."

I grimaced, as the memories of Ms Smirt came back to my mind. A particular memory in which she was unsuccessfully flirting with Wendell's Dad made me shudder. Not to mention all the mentally unhinged psychopaths that she'd inflicted on Daphne and I.

"No!" I spoke in. "No more crazy foster freaks for me."

Dad frowned. "There is another option," He began, "The rest of the family stays here and Sabrina, Daphne, Veronica, Basil and myself move back to New York."

"No way, Hozay, Dad. I'm staying here. The only way I'm leaving this town is kicking and screaming!" Daphne said, folding her arms across her chest.

"Henry…" Mum's eyes darted to the ground. "I'm not leaving, either. We've finally settled down here, and I finally found a steady job. And Basil needs my full attention. So does Daphne. How can I give that to them if I'm having to search for a new job and sort out new mortgage, school fees… I just can't. "

Dad was shocked. "Ronnie, I know that no one wants to leave, but its what's best for the family."

"No, Hank. It's what's best for you. And now it's what's best for Sabrina. You two can move to New York until the school is willing to take Sabrina back, or we've found someone who can give her private tutor lessons."

"What about Ms White?" Daphne supplied. "She's a teacher! She could teach Sabrina!"

"I'm afraid not, liebling. Mayor Heart sent Snow White to jail, after she was caught trying to break Mr Seven out of jail. Just yesterday the Mad Hatter sentenced her to a lifetime in jail. Which could mean the rest of eternity." Granny explained grimly.

I felt my ears go hot with rage. "Heart can't do that! That's outrageous! How can she send Snow to jail if Bluebeard hasn't even spent a day behind bars? He's running around killing humans at the drop of a hat!"

"Not to mention his complete disregard for shampoo," Daphne murmered, disgruntled.

"Snow is actually quite relieved. Mayor Heart could have sentenced her to death. The women must have been in a very good mood."

"So there's no one who can teach me here?" I couldn't believe this.

"I'm afraid not."

I threw up my arms. "Well then sign me up for a train ticket out of here. If I'm never going to see my family again, I may as well leave already."

"Oh, sweetie," Mum rushed over to hug me. "We'll see each other again! You can visit in the summer and winter holidays!"

"But that's not for a whole year. Summer just ended." Red said quietly. I'd forgotten she was even there. That happened often.

Mr Canis rested an old brittle hand on her shoulder. "It must be done."

He was right.

*.*.*

I spent the next morning on packing. All day long. Yep, instead of school.

I know. What a rebel.

As if. I'd been expelled, and anyway, I was missing school so that I could pack, so that I could move, so I could go to school. What a pointless turn of events.

Yesterday had been my last day of school. The day that I'd walked home in the rain and been attacked by three boys. All from the very school that I had been expelled from earlier that day.

Gee, what happy memories I would have of Ferry Port Landing High in the distant future.

But putting all that aside, leaving Ferryport Landing was strange. For the past few months I had been having the time of my life. I thought I'd never leave the quaint little town. And then for the past few days, I had wanted everything but to stay in Ferry Landing. What, with my ruined friendship with Puck and terrible school life and…

I cringed at the memories of yesterday. The feeling of helplessness pumping through my veins. The pleading look in my eyes. I knew that it was a horrific experience, but even more I knew that it was an experience I wouldn't soon forget.

Getting back on track again, although I had wanted so badly to escape, now I was beginning to- goat forbid- actually kind of want to stay. Yeah, who would have thought.

With all these thoughts occupying my mind, I had finished packing by two o'clock. I didn't have much stuff. Just a few clothes, a few books, and a few trinkets that I had found over the years. Not to mention an overwhelmingly forgotten and unappreciated bag of make-up that had been under my bed collecting dust for the past few years.

And this wasn't because of Puck's little comment back when I was twelve. It was because I didn't care what I looked like anymore. Besides, makeup was a chore that I didn't want to commit to. And I didn't feel like I needed to prove myself to any of the jerks at school, anyway.

To pass the time until 4:00- when everyone got home- I plopped myself down on the dusty old sofa with the family album.

I flipped the folder open to be greeted by a Christmas photo from our first year in Ferryport Landing.

Granny had her ever-present warm smile on, standing beside Mr Canis who had his usual steely expression. Uncle Jake was ruffling Daphne's hair, as she laughed beside him. Elvis, as I remembered, had decided to direct a particular bodily function right up my alley, and I'd caught the strong stench as far up as my sinuses and all through my mouth. In the picture, my face was scrunched up in disgust and Puck was bent over in stitches, holding his sides and roaring with laughter.

The next picture had been captured during Halloween. I was covered in a chunky brown substance, which had most likely originated from one of Puck's glop grenades. I was scowling at him, nostrils flared and fist clenched as I prepared to sock him.

As I flipped through all the pictures of our family over the past 5 years, I began to realise how much I was going to miss Ferryport Landing. How much I would miss the whole family.

But that wasn't all that I picked up on. Throughout all the pictures, Puck had made sure that I looked my worst by conducting a vast amount of creative plans and schemes against me. And as I progressed through the book, my snarls and punches slowly turned into smiles and laughs. For the last couple of pages, we had our arms around each other's shoulders, and in a few we were even hugging. Just acting like best friends.

Why had Puck ruined everything we had? Why did he have to ask me out, and change everything?

I slammed the book shut. I didn't need to think about this kind of thing, especially not on top of leaving Ferryport Landing. At least I'd be leaving that problem behind upon my departure.

*.*.*

Granny and Mr Canis were the first to return home from 'grocery shopping'. They called it grocery shopping for my sake, but I knew that instead of going to the shops like a regular family, they'd just took a little trip into the woods, looking for purple mushrooms and falcon eggs and spotted fluorescent butterflies. Uh huh, Granny was still dishing out rare and exotic dishes. And I still wasn't keen on eating glow in the dark pizza.

Next to come home was Uncle Jake and Dad. They were working as archaeologists, deciphering ancient pixie runes and such, occasionally accompanying Granny with her crimes. Just yesterday they'd all gone up the hill to Baba Yaga's chicken-house thing to investigate some sort of robbery. Something to do with the North Wind.

Then it was Mum. She was working for a real estate agency. Lots of people had been thrown out of their homes by mayor heart, and business was booming for her. So many of the everafters needed homes. They couldn't exactly move out of the town, and it was hard to find a job these days. If people went bankrupt, they stayed bankrupt.

The last people to get home were Daphne, Red and Puck who had been at school like normal. Red and Daphne walked inside the house without a word. This, however, was not normal. Usually Daphne would be yacking on and on about the wonderful school day that she'd just had, without a chance of missing any detail. But the reason for their quietness, stormed in behind them, slammed the door and flew up to his room, blood oozing from his nose and staining his green hoodie. I stared after Puck, my mouth hanging open.

"Jeb…" I muttered under my breath, before following him up to his bedroom.

As per- usual, Puck was sitting on his trampoline in its place behind a hill. He was lightly dabbing at his nose with a bloody tissue.

"What happened?" I asked once I had reached him.

He looked up at me silently, then went back to tending to his wounds. "Had a quiet chat with Andrew. Well, not so much quiet. More violent and hateful," He finally told me.

"Puck, you didn't have to do that for me. They didn't really do anything to me-"

He cut me off with an angry shout. "They didn't get the chance to 'really do anything', Sabrina!" He yelled, "If I hadn't gotten there in time they would've had their way with you! So don't tell me that I didn't have to do anything about it!"

My eyebrows furrowed. "Listen up, buddy. When I need you to get all heroic over me, I'll ask!" I snapped. He pushed himself off of the trampoline, staring me down with a killer gare.

"Well then next time you go and get yourself raped, I won't bother getting in your way," He loomed over me, anger clouding over his eyes.

I opened my mouth to shout back a snappy come-back, but couldn't think of anything to say. My expression softened, and I regretted yelling at him.

"Thanks," I mumbled quietly, afraid to look him in the eyes from the shame of uttering such a disgusting word to him. This was just peachy. Stupid Puck and his stupid stupidness, making me thank him. I'd found myself torn between giving him another long and desperate hug, and reaching up and knocking his lights out!

"What?" He asked. A smile took over his confused expression.

"I said thanks, okay? No need to rub in how great and mighty you are for saving my butt in my pathetic little moment where I played the part of some useless damsel in distress." My ears grew hot. I couldn't look up at him. He'd probably have that stupid smirk on. That one that he seemed to love taunting me with so much. Goat knows how long it would take before he let me forget that I had basically admitted to my need of him. Which I definitely didn't have. As if I had ever needed him to save me… In the past year…. In the past week. Okay, so maybe he had come in handy a few times, but that did not mean that-

My thoughts just slowed to a stop, and finally blanked out, as all of a sudden Puck leaned down and placed his lips on mine.

Blackness was everywhere. I couldn't think, I couldn't even see! I noticed that, to my horror, my eyes had closed, and unfortunately I wasn't blind. What the heck was happening? Was I dead? Was this all just a terrible nightmare?

All I did know was that- no, I wasn't blind- and that this was terribly, terribly wrong.

My eyes widened as I pushed him away, the hot embarrassment that my ears had felt now creeping across my cheeks and overcoming my whole face. "You- I… I…" I stammered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He grinned, "See, Grimm? I knew you liked me. I knew it." He leaned in for another kiss, but this time I was thinking straight. I balled my fist, and slammed it into his jaw before he could touch me. I snarled at him, my natural reaction.

"Ow! Damnit, Sabrina!" He yelled, rubbing his jaw.

"You better back off!" I ordered, my voice and body shaking with both anger and embarrassment, "I don't need any of this from you! I don't want it!" Tears threatened to escape my eyes, and echoed through my voice as I bit them back. He looked down at me, taken back. But before he could respond I turned and ran back over the hill to where the room's door sat at the wall of a cliff. The last thing I heard before I opened the door and slammed it behind me was Puck's angry shout.

I made my way to the bathroom where I carelessly locked myself inside and threw myself in front of the mirror. Slowly, I edged my hand off of the sink-counter and brought them to feel over my lips. My eyes widened even further as I discovered that my lips were wet. They were wet, practically a layer of spit from the kiss with Puck.

"Oh my flipping goat!" I squealed, wiping my infested fingers on my jeans in disgust. I spun around to get some toilet paper from beside the toilet, but was greeted by a small girl sitting down with a copy of the Ferryport Landing Times. I jumped back against the sink, as Red stared up at me without a word, her eyes as big as tennis balls.

I spluttered out an apology, then quickly unlocked the bathroom door and ran out across the hall to my bedroom. I surveyed the room for any other family members, and after finding the room empty, hid myself in the closet amongst the shoes.

"Since when did Red read the news?" I whispered to myself. I breathed a laugh, which caught in my dry-sticky throat. I hastily wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my hoodie, and buried my face in my hands. My cheeks were wet, and I cringed at the thought of Red seeing me crying. What if Puck had seen me crying?

I wasn't good with this stuff. I'd never been good at this. This whole dating thing: getting crushes, sending valentines, giggling with my friends about who the cutest boy was. I just didn't seem to correspond with guys. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't into girls, I was just really, really bad at dating and liking people.

My whole life, when I'd seen a boy, the first thing I would think was whether they'd beat me in an arm wrestle or not. I hadn't had a single crush on anyone since I'd gotten to Ferryport Landing. And when Puck asked me out- when he kissed me? Of course my natural reaction was to punch and run! I didn't want to have to deal with this! Heck, it wasn't even something that I could deal with. Dating was a foreign concept to me. It was for people who didn't have to solve mysteries and kill dragons and live every day of their life a pinky-finger away from death! This ruled me out completely.

Man, I couldn't wait to leave Ferryport Landing. In just 1 hour I'd be rid of all this trouble. I'd finally be normal. Even better, in New York there'd be no chimpanzees, no everafters who wanted me dead, no Jeb, Andrew, Mike, and most certainly no Puck.

Well, there you have it. :)

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