A/N: Whooot! I'm on an updating frenzy! I swear, this is the most often I've updated since...since I first started these fanfics? Yeah, I think that's about right.

So, three girls show up, and they seem pretty nasty, too. Hmm, wonder what's going to happen next?

"What do you want?"

It was a stupid question, of course, but one that Sabrina asked anyway, if only for the sake of tradition. Every single encounter always started with her asking the same question: "What do you want?" She'd started to anticipate the answer around the tenth encounter, and sure enough, Dasha didn't disappoint.

"What do you think we want, idiot?"

Sabrina felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Idiot? These fluff-brained morons were calling her an idiot? "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," she muttered. Almost subconsciously, she clenched her fists. "Who's the idiot here?"

"Oh, just all the descendants of a certain person named Grimm." Dasha smirked and propped her hand on her hip. "That includes a certain little girl in the back corner of the school."

Sabrina lunged forward and grabbed Dasha's frilly shirt collar. Dasha let out a cry of surprise, and Sabrina hissed, "Don't talk trash about my little sister."

Somehow, even half-strangled, Dasha managed to form a condescending smile. "You're right," she growled back. "I shouldn't be talking trash about your idiot of a sister." Sabrina tightened her grip, and Dasha gasped out, "You're the real idiot here."

"Girls, no fighting on school grounds."

Sabrina released Dasha and took a step back, still glowering at her. Dasha doubled over and gagged. "Mrs... Mrs Blake!" She gasped. "Sabrina was... She attacked me! Unprovoked! She should be suspended immediately, before she can threaten the health of other students as well!"

Sabrina glared at Dasha as Mrs Blake turned to face her. "Sabrina?" Mrs Blake folded her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. "Is this true?"

"Even if I told you it wasn't, you wouldn't believe me," Sabrina retorted. She mirrored Mrs Blake's angry, narrow-eyed glare and stormed away. Behind her, she could hear Dasha continue to blabber over-exaggerated lies. "I thought I was a goner! It's a good thing you showed up when you did, otherwise she would've..."

Sabrina squeezed her eyes shut. Stupid Dasha. Stupid Mrs Blake. Stupid school. It didn't matter. She wouldn't let it matter. School was only temporary. Dasha was only temporary. Mrs Blake was only temporary - in fact, she was a heck lot more temporary than anything else. How old was Mrs Blake, anyway? Fifty? Sixty? Whatever. Only four more periods, and then she'd be back home, away from stupid school.

-0-o-0-o-0-

Sabrina wandered around the tarmac and the soccer fields until the bell rang for the end of recess. She took her own sweet time going back, and when she got to class, she went to the back of the room, sat down, and promptly put her head down and began to doze off. If the teacher noticed, he didn't comment - and for a good reason, too. Sabrina Grimm had slept through all her classes since she was nine, and she always got passing grades. Eventually, all her teachers - except Mrs Blake, she thought bitterly - had stopped caring. As long as she did all her work, they were content.

The school day passed in the blink of an eye. Before she knew it, lunch was over, and then she was waiting outside with her sister to be picked up.

"Aw, did your daddy forget about you? How pitiful."

Sabrina wrinkled her nose and ignored Dasha. Daphne fidgeted, but followed suit.

"Maybe he's off fighting imaginary dragons and fairies again, hm?"

"Shut up before I put a dent in your face," Sabrina growled. Dasha ignored her and continued.

"After all, you know what they say about stupidity, don't you, Teacher's Pet? It runs in the family. So, if your dad's stupid..."

Sabrina clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

"...then that means you're probably stupid too..."

Shut up. Sabrina squeezed her eyes shut. Shut up.

"...and I wouldn't be surprised if you sister was as well..."

Shut up. Shut up.

"...and while we're at it, wouldn't your mother-?"

Shut UP!

Sabrina whirled around and socked Dasha in the stomach. By the time she was doubled over and gasping for air, Sabrina was clenching her ruffled collar in her hands, not caring if she was tearing it slightly, and had pulled her in front of her face. "Do not," she said slowly, "make fun of my family. In fact, don't make fun of me, either. But don't you dare make fun of my family."

Dasha gasped and somehow managed a smirk. "What, so the beast is out of her cage? Better tell everyone to watch out. You wouldn't want to beat them up, like what you did to-"

Sabrina released Dasha's collar, clenched her fist, and punched her in the nose. "What happened to Jimmy wasn't my fault," she said through gritted teeth. "As I recall, you girls are the ones who bullied him to the point that he needed to move away."

Dasha grabbed her nose and shrieked. "You- You monster! My nose! You broke my nose!"

"Sabrina Grimm! I knew you were up to no good!"

Sabrina instinctively turned to face Mrs Blake. Dasha took advantage of the distraction to kick Sabrina in the shin with her pointy-toed boots.

Goddammit! Sabrina winced and lunged toward Dasha. Dasha raked her fake nails down Sabrina's exposed arm, and Sabrina retaliated with another punch to Dasha's jaw.

"Girls! Girls! Girls! That is enough!"

Mrs Blake scurried forward and pulled Sabrina off Dasha, restraining Sabrina's arms. "You are due for a talk with the principal right away!" she hissed. "How dare you attack another student unprovoked!"

"She wasn't un- un- unprobed!" Daphne cried. She pouted and crossed her arms. "She said things about our family that I won't repeat, because they were really, really mean. If I said that stuff in front of you, you'd yell at me for having a dirty mouth."

Mrs Blake shot Daphne a withering glare. "I see that you're learning from your no-good older sister."

"She's not no-good! She's-"

"Oh, thank goodness! You arrived!" Dasha cried. She winced and clutched her swelling cheek. "I was just waiting for my butler to pick me up-"

"Of course you have a butler," Sabrina muttered. "Spoiled rich brat."

"-when Sabrina came and started hitting me! Please, Mrs Blake, do something about her! She needs to be put down or something."

"I'm not a dog!" Sabrina yelled. "If anyone's a dog here, it's you, and you're an awfully evil female dog. Isn't there a word for that? You're a b-"

"Watch your tongue!" Mrs Blake screamed. Sabrina cringed. If her hands weren't being restricted by a certain red-faced teacher, she would've clapped them over her ears. "I'm taking you to the principal's office. We'll see what he has to say about this!"

Mrs Blake turned and dragged Sabrina into the school. Daphne whirled around, pulled down on her eyelid, and stuck her tongue out at a limping, but smirking, Dasha. Then Daphne turned around again, almost hitting Dasha's swollen cheek with a pigtail braid, and ran after her sister.

-0-o-0-o-0-

"You do realize that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable?"

Sabrina fought the urge to roll her eyes. She had the feeling that it wouldn't be a smart thing to do in front of her arch nemesis teacher and the principal. "You told me the last five million times I've been hear," she grumbled, folding her arms across her chest. The principal, a small, lean man with a receding hairline, frowned.

"That's not a good thing, Miss..."

He tried to discreetly look down at her student folder, and this time, Sabrina did roll her eyes. "Sabrina Grimm, although I'd expect you to know my name after, what, twenty visits?"

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and frowned at her again. "Now, Serena, don't show me attitude. That only makes it worse for you."

She didn't bother correcting him.

"That girl is a menace to this school!" Mrs Blake hissed. She crossed her legs tightly, tapped her fingers on her thigh, and glared at Sabrina. "This is the twelfth time she's been in a fight this month!"

"Good thing it's almost the end of the year," Sabrina muttered. "Although, twelve fights in less than three weeks - at this rate, I'll beat my record."

The principal's frown deepened. "This isn't something to joke about, young lady."

"It's called sarcasm."

Daphne lit up. "Ooh! I know what that is! It's some kind of disease, isn't it? Like, cancer?"

"That's sarcoma. Sarcasm is saying something you don't mean. Usually with a bit of irony."

Daphne pouted and sat back in her chair. "What's irony?"

"We're getting off topic!" Mrs Blake snapped. "Sabrina, how is it that, after getting detentions almost every day of the school year for fighting, you still haven't learned to fix your habits?"

"Blame it on the people I fight, not me!" Sabrina snapped back. "They always provoke me into fights - although I don't suppose you believe me, since you obviously love your pets so much."

Mrs Blake's cheeks and forehead reddened. "How dare you speak to me like that, you-"

"All right." The principal held up his hands. "That's enough. Sabrina, you've earned yourself two after-school detentions-"

Sabrina threw up her hands and flopped back against the back of her chair. "Oh, joy."

"-and if this happens again, you'll be suspended."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. How many times had he used that threat? Last she remembered, the count was at forty-one.

"I'll expect to see you in my classroom tomorrow, as soon as the bell rings." Mrs Blake glowered at Sabrina as she and her sister walked out the door. Sabrina gave her a condescending smile.

"Good thing for me that there's no school tomorrow, huh?"

She slammed the door shut before Mrs Blake had a chance to respond.

A/N: Ermagerd. I just turned this into a school drama. OMG, this girl is being, like, bullied by, like, the richest girls in class! And, like, the teacher is, like, so useless... And the principal! Oh, how atrocious! And, like, Sabrina just became so freaking, like, badass! Like, come on, Sabby! (Sabby...?) Go go go! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Yeah. Okay. Moving on.

I promise there's a plot. And I swear that the next chapters will be more interesting than this one (or, at the very least, better written than this one). So just hang on in there, 'kay?

And, yaay! I updated! Again!