Okey Dokey.

I am the worst writer on fanfiction.

You can bombard me with complaints about the 6 month wait. It is entirely my fault, and I have no excuses for my tardiness. I haven't forgotten about this story, guys! I just haven't gotten around to typing up everything that I've wrote in my notebook. Seriously, in my notebook, I'm writing the 18th chapter of this story. So I do have it, I just haven't typed and edited it, which always takes longer than I think it will.

But it shouldn't have taken 6 months. Sorry, guys. I'll try and update more often, from now on, but I can't guarantee any 'twice-a-week''s.

Thankyou to my very loverly BETA, Cool-beans, who is... well, a very loverly BETA. :) And this chapter, we're introduced to the two character prizes that I awarded Watermelon and Peanut Butter with. They're the ones who're twins.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm. Michael Buckley does. Cool? Okay, lets roll ;)

Chapter 9, in which Sabrina Eats Pancakes, gets Shoved into a Classroom, and Falls in Love with Perfection.

I yawned and rolled over in my make-shift bed. As I opened my mouth wide, I stretched out my arms and arched my back. Just for the cliché of it, you know?

"Sabrina! You 'gotta wake up! You have to go to school today!" Dad told me as he shook my shoulders roughly. "Hello? Sabrina Irene Grimm? What are you, dead?" He rolled me onto my back.

I moaned grudgingly, peeling my eyelids open in a squint to see Dad's face inches from mine. I did a double take as my breath caught in my throat. Dad's face morphed into that of Mike's and I froze, my eyes wide with fear.

Memories of the incident two days ago shot through my mind like lightning, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Opening my eyes, I saw my dad sitting on the side of my bed and looking at me with concern. Not Mike. My heartbeat started to even-out.

"You okay, Kiddo?" He stood back up, his eyebrows knitting together in a worried manner.

"Yeah, I'm awake," I assured him, carefully avoiding all explanation of my fright-induced jolt. I sat up, got dressed for the day, then went to breakfast.

I wasn't really a self-conscious person any more. I didn't put a lot of thought into what I smelled like, and even less into fashion. Just a shower every two nights was fine. I usually needed one every night though, because of all the pranks that Puck would subject me to. I wouldn't have to worry about pranks any more, now that I was back home, in New York. This thought gave me a peculiar feeling in my stomach. 'Probably withdrawal symptoms,'I thought sarcastically, with a snort.

Anyway, I didn't wear a lot of fancy clothes. My range of fashion extended from shirts to sweaters and shorts to jeans, with nothing but hand-me-down Chucks, and socks in between. For example, today I was wearing a plain blue sweater, because Fall was nearing; and a pair of regular shorts, which had both belonged to my mother in the 90's, so I looked pretty daggy. All the kids at school would probably assume I'd been home-schooled my whole life, and the last time I'd been outside was 1998. With another short laugh I considered telling this to everyone I met. I wouldn't of course, because that would be a blatant lie.

I walked into the dining room and joined the rest of the family to eat pancakes. Not fluorescent pancakes made from rabbit's feet and the 'quenchiest' cactus juice around, but normal pancakes and, and a glass of orange juice. Like what a regular person could eat... Too bad I wasn't a regular person. Hopefully I wouldn't choke or have an allergic reaction, and end up hospitalized. Even so, at least then I wouldn't have to go to school for another day. Oh, and not only were the pancakes normal, but the syrup was too!

Man, I was glad to be in New York.

I poured an ocean of normal-coloured maple syrup over my normal-coloured breakfast, and the wonderful aroma wafted up my nose. I felt like crying tears... of joy!

Looking around the table I saw that everyone had already started eating. I'd figured that the man sitting at the table with us was the everafter in the family. Although, he had porcelain white skin, unlike the rest of the family.

The two girls had dark, tanned skin and long black hair, exactly like their mother. One had braided her hair down one of her shoulders, and the other girl was wearing her hair out. I'd never met identical twins before.

Well, except for TweedleDee and TweedleDum. The two were- long story short- pains in the neck. They constantly bombarded me with rhymes and inquiries, despite the fact that they ignored my answer every single time. And that was only if I had the luxury to get a word in, amongst their 'contrariwise's and 'nohow's. Not only that, but whenever I tried to walk away, they'd appear in front of me again, upset with one another and on the verge of declaring war against each other.

Hopefully these two would be better.

Anyhow, I let my eyes explore the room I was sitting in. All the rooms in the unit were tastefully warm-hearted. The sunflower yellow walls were decorated with photographs hanging in rectangular frames, a cabinet that was home to a multitude of trophies and ribbons, three landscape paintings and five mirrors. Whatever reason they needed 5 mirrors for, I was lost.

The twin with the blue eyes spoke to the other. "Well, she's not thinking about Pink Elephants anymore." The father and the two girls stifled their giggles and snorts, and I found myself sinking down into my seat an inch.

"Don't worry," the father told me. "We understand. You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm guessing your father has told you about our quirks."He told me that you could read minds," I said. The girl with brown eyes gave me a warm smile, and a soft voice echoed through my head.

"And transmit thoughts", It whispered.

"We don't exactly read minds, though," the same voice spoke, only out loud. "We just kind of over-hear them every now and then."

The girl with blue eyes snorted, a sarcastic look on her face. "Now and then? Melly, we hear every thought in hearing range. We never stop hearing them. Like, ever."

The father gathered my expression, and probably my uninformed state of mind. "Oh, sorry Sabrina. This is PB," he explained, gesturing to the girl who had
just spoken. He pointed two fingers at the other girl, the one with brown eyes. "And this is Melly. My name is Isaac Anaston, but you would only recognise my other title. Sabrina Grimm, it is a pleasure to meet you, I'm the Ugly Duckling."

After breakfast, Melly, PB and I caught the bus to their school. Dad had enrolled me there, over the phone on the train. It had taken a lot of organisation, but nothing was a job too hard for trusty ol' Henry! We got there with five minutes to spare, so Melly and PB gave me a quick overview of the school-rules and took me to the front office. Surprisingly - not- the school hadn't mentioned any intolerance for flying in the halls or devouring humans in gym class, so maybe Ferryport Landing High was just really strict. Lucky for me, I wouldn't have to worry about tight regulations at this school, and could morph into whatever animal or object I wanted without breaching any rules.

I had to sign and read over a few things, just to verify and confirm my attendance at the school, and finally the office-woman wrote me a late-slip and escorted me to my classroom.

She tapped on the door, muttering under her breath impatiently. I got the feeling that she didn't like kids, much less having to spend so much of her time sorting out attendance documents. The door was opened, and the woman shoved me inside the classroom before briskly walking away.

"You must be the new girl!" the teacher said, enthusiasm bouncing in every word he spoke. Everyone in the class room had their eyes plastered on mine, in such a way that I could only assume I had suddenly morphed into an alien. Or a giant naked mole-rat. I narrowed my eyes at my new teacher, my jaw clenched, and eyebrows furrowed in a look of concern.

This man was strange.

"Yep," I answered, as inaudibly as I could, so that only he could hear. "But you can call me 'that pyromaniac girl'. That's what everyone at my old school called me. That was, until I set their houses on fire."

The teacher gulped, and I stifled a snicker at his expression. I could see that he was debating over whether I was joking or perhaps telling the truth. I nodded earnestly at him.

He gulped once more, before painting another over-enthusiastic grin on his face. "I'm Mr. Greggor. Class," he began, as if the kids in the class hadn't already noticed me coming in. "This is Sabrina Grimm, your new classmate. Ms Grimm, would you like to tell everyone a bit about yourself?"

I stared at him blankly. This guy must have read the teacher's manual ten too many times. Was I allowed to tell him 'no', and just sit down to start my city-life as an invisible teenager?

"Well, go on!" Had I known that Daphne wasn't the only human being whose smile could grow that big, I would have brought a camera to school today.

I turned to face the expecting eyes of the teenagers in front of me. "Hi," I started, waving at the class awkwardly. "I'm Sabrina. But- well, the teacher already told you that, so…"

Someone coughed.

"I used to live here, but then I moved to this town called Ferryport Landing when I was eleven." A face noticeably lit up. It was that of a small girl with platinum blonde hair and eyes like Bambi that sat in the middle of her mousy face. She was practically convulsing in her chair, she looked so happy. Sitting next to her was… well, what looked like a super model, cut and pasted out of some teenage girl's magazine. He had dark, shaggy hair that hung over his eyes and framed his chiselled face.

I would have felt slightly- in the slightest way possible- attracted by this Ken Doll, if not for the cocky demeanour that was practically radiating off of him in waves, and burning my eyes. I had to look away, to avoid getting a melanoma and dying of eye cancer. Unfortunately, as I could not cover my skin, I would probably have Leukaemia for the rest of my life. Good thing the government had just legalised the Erivedge pill. (A/N: Look it up, its a pill that you take one a day, and treats the most common form of skin cancer: basal cell carcinoma. They approved it last Monday, on the 30th of January)

"Ferryport Landing isn't on most maps. It's really small. With, like, a population of ten. Well, nine now that I'm gone." A few kids snickered. "I came back, because my old school kicked me out."

The teacher was still looking at me with that crazy, huge smile. "What do you like?" He asked.

The absence of school on Saturdays and Sundays. "I like pizza. And… the beach?"

Someone snorted a laugh.

Gee. Sabrina Grimm. Creative genius, and social extraordinaire. Especially when it came to making an impression on the people she'd be spending the next year with. Give or take.

After what seemed like five minutes, Mr Greggor finally noticed I was done. "Why, I love the beach too! What a fascinating person you must be!"

'And what a pedophiliac person you must be!'

"Why don't you sit down? Next to Ms Hopkins over there!" I followed his gaze and met the eyes of the bouncing, blonde Bambi I'd earlier noticed virtually frothing at the mouth with excitement.

I made my way through the rows of chairs in the room, and tentatively sat down next to 'Ms. Hopkins.' The Ken Doll leaned forward to look me in the eye.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Sabrina Grimm. Long time, no see." He had a British accent, and when he grinned he got a strange spark in his eye.

I knew someone like him. Well, had known someone like him, who lived in New York. We'd been friends before I'd left. My eyes widened.

'Wait a second,'I thought.

"Its me, Brina. Deon? And Sally? Gee, you didn't forget us that easily, did
'ya? After all those years of our childish shenanigans?"

"D-Deon? Sally?" I stammered, staring at the two incredulously. These two had been my best friends before Ferryport Landing!

Finally, Sally exploded, throwing her arms around me. "YOU'RE BACK!"

I could hardly believe that after six years, I'd just bumped into these guys again. When I was ten, before I'd ever laid eyes on an orphanage, I had had six best friends. Deon, Sally, Tasmin, James, Chase and Cameron.

And here I was, six years older, going to the very same high school as every single one of them.

I hadn't been able to go to lunch, because I had needed to sort out my subject selections and timetable during that time, so Sally had suggested that I catch up with them at a café. I had shared my final period, History, with Deon, so he offered to walk me to the café, because I didn't know where it was.

"So, how has life been treating you?" Deon asked as we finally escaped the tragedy that is school.

I shrugged and admitted, "Not so good, I guess."

"Why is that?" He raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

I frowned, "Well, for one, I had to leave my home. Plus, everyone at my old high school hated me, because I was different. Bar one guy, who I was the best friend I could ever have. But I never want to see his face again."

"You'll be fine. You've got me as your best friend now," He joked.

I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Well, I've always wondered what it would be like to be best friends with a monkey."

"Sorry, Sabrina, but Cameron has finally started walking on two feet. You really should have came back earlier. His transformation from primate to Neanderthal was mighty to behold."

I snorted. "I meant you, Deon."

"And I meant you, Sabrina."

"That doesn't even make any sense."

"Does anything in life really make anysense?"

"Apparently not."

"Then, it is settled. We're at the café." He gave me another dazzling 'Ken Doll' grin.

We strolled into the café, where I spotted Sally, sitting at a table with four other teenagers. Deon and I sat down with them, and I ordered a coffee.

There was another girl sitting next to Sally. She had straight brown hair, glasses and braces; Tasmin. It had to be her. Seated beside Tasmin, was James. Tall, cropped dark hair. James had a calm, docile atmosphere about him. Next was Cameron, the guy that Deon had teased earlier. He could only be described as the perverse one. Always grinning, always stupid. Always an 'A-typical' teenage guy.

And last, but not least, sat a guy with shaggy, dirty blonde hair. He had a long, thin, handsome face, and perfect smile beaming in my direction. Even more breath-taking than I had last seen him, was Chase.

"Hey, Sabrina. Remember me?" He asked, with heavy, ash brown eyes.

Ah, crap. Within three minutes of reuniting with Chase, I had fallen hopelessly in love with him once more.

The next three weeks went by like that. It was amazing, how much fun I was having.

I loved New York. The city and I were meant to be. I loved the city so much that I'd hardly even thought about Ferryport Landing, apart from the weekly phone calls from Granny Relda, my Mother, Daphne, Uncle Jake and even baby Basil. Red never talked much, so I wasn't surprised that I hadn't heard a peep from her, and Mr Canis was fairly silent as well. I hadn't heard anything about Puck, either. That was hardly a surprise. Although we had shared our last glance on steady grounds, there was still a level of unspoken awkwardness between us. He knew I knew he liked me. There really was no denying that he did. With these feelings revealed, there was really no use in feeding any hopes of us becoming best friends ever again.

But enough about Puck. Who cares about Puck, anyway? Who cares about Puck, over Chase. The 'Trickster King' over perfection. No one, that's who.

Right?

Oh, Sabrina... Y U SO FRUSTRATING?

Gives me your thoughts on these interesting new characters. Best answer gets a feature in the next chapter (which will hopefully be up in the next month or so, but its a tricky one, so I'm not sure). Oh, and who got the reference to "Cactus Juice! Its the QUENCH-IEST!"? Because you deserve a prize, also. :)

Happy Ice Cream for Breakfast Day :)

-Elli
xoxo