Okay, now I am finally updating faster! I spoke with The Irish Lass and she told me that I have until the 11th of January to finish my story and then the voting begins! After this chapter, I only have two left, so I'm hoping that if I speed write, I'll finish. Anyway, thanks to you all and PLEASE VOTE FOR ME!

Red sat in her the Grimm library alone. Everyone was fighting. The rest of the family had to come back from their vacation early after hearing about the newest shenanigans of the younger Grimms. The grownups were upset with Uncle Jake, Veronica was worried about Basil, Henry hated Puck for the latest prank Sabrina had suffered, Mr. Canis just hated this situation completely, Pinocchio was chastised for being the oldest one in reality and not being able to prevent anything, Daphne and Red were scolded for encouraging Sabrina and Pucks bad behavior, and Granny Relda was just exasperated. So now, Red just wanted to get away.

She huddled into a little corner of the family library and looked through the old journals. There was nothing that interested her more than the journals. She dusted a few off with her fingers, puffs of dirt from decades of neglect clouding the space around her. She coughed, and went back to what she was doing.

Read that, read that, read that.

There was almost nothing on these shelves Red hadn't scoured. She took out a particularly odd volume she hadn't seen before. It was coated in so much dust that the muted red cover looked gray. She turned her head away from it and dusted it off, but it didn't ease her cough attack. After she finished coughing and then sneezing, she turned back to the slightly dusty book. Whatever, she thought, ignoring the rest of the dust, and traced the golden letters etched on the front.

'The Dictory of EverAfters', it read. 'Every EverAfter in Ferryport Lading'. She dusted off the bottom part of the book. 'Logged by Wilhelm Grimm.'

The small girl was almost afraid to look for her name for what horrible details might be included. But something within her compelled her to do it. Before she knew it, she was searching for 'R' in the table of contents. Page 987. She flipped through the pages, covering her nose with her blood red sleeve. It was then a little book, much, much smaller than the one she was holding, fell out of the Dictory.

Interest piqued Red and she dared to look. She cleaned off the light layer of dust on the cover. (Dust, dust, so much dust!) and peered at the front.

'Diary of Relda Menise' it read, and her breath hitched. (I didn't know her maiden name, so I used my step-aunt's maiden name)

Did she dare to look? Was it okay? Nobody would know. And nobody told her things anyway, no matter how much she tried to fit it. It was worth a shot. Shrugging, she opened the diary, to be engulfed in a story of over forty years ago.

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Forty Years earlier

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I grabbed my tote bag, proudly showing off my newest outfit. From the trendiest fashion line, I was wearing brightly colored high waisted pants with a tucker in long sleeve button up shirt with flower embroidery. I had on chunky combat boots and my hair was cut in a funky almost-bob.

My best friend, Emily, walked up behind me. "Relda!" She cried, latching a hand onto my shoulder.

"Hi Emily!" I greeted back with a grin.

"Are you going to the party tonight?" she asked. I was in Germany, and my friends and I were going to my parents' New Year's party.

"Am I ever! It's my parents' party anyway, silly." I commented, flipping my short locks out of my eyes.

"Let's get dressed together! It starts at eight, remember?"

I took a quick look at my watch. "Gee, you're right! We gotta hurry!" I agreed, and we went off to get dressed.

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After our little clothes and makeup session, we were finally ready to get to the party. We arrived a bit late, but it was all fine. It was wearing a long bell sleeve dress that ended at my knees with a huge belt in the middle. My red hair was the highlight of the crowd, just how I liked it. As eccentric as I was, I loved myself, very, very much.

"Let's dance!" Emily offered, and I nodded, but before we could enter the dance floor, a tall, handsome boy stopped me.

"Hello miss. Care to dance with me?" He asked.

I looked at Emily, and she gave a sly nod. "Sure. Why not?" I accepted, taking his hand. I looked back as he led me to the dance floor to be met by a wink and a wave from my best friend.

"So…what's your name?" I asked uncertainly, kind of dancing, kind of not.

"Basil. Yours?"

"Relda."

"So…..why me?" I asked.

"What?" The poor boy looked so confused I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why pick eccentric old me out of all the other, prettier girls here?" I rephrased.

"You stood out. And I think you're beautiful." He replied after a pause.

"Really?" I asked. Never had a boy called me pretty, much less beautiful.

"And…I also liked your style. You aren't mainstream at all, which I love."

"So you crushed on my as soon as you saw me?" I added with a smirk.

"Yes, yes I did."

"Is this a date? Kind of? Because I like you already Basil." I replied, without a hint of uncertainty .

"Really? Then maybe we could be friends." Basil added, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks.

And maybe more, I thought. Maybe more.

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Red scoured through the pages reading every bit of her adopted Grandmother's life that she could. At last, she sat back with a sigh. I wish I could be like that, she thought. I wish I could have a perfect little romance. But she didn't know what was to come.

Keep in mind this is MY version of their meeting and I do not permit anyone to use this scenario unless you contact me and I give you permission.