A/N: Umm… you guys must officially hate me… yeah honestly I'm sorry. Okay I'm a huge procrastinator so it takes me about three hours to do 30 minutes of homework, I also recently had to take my state's mandatory standardized tests, which my teachers go crazy about. I'm not getting out of school until June 28th and it's gonna be crazy till then in my life, but I will still try to update… sorry for boring you with my problems and such, I will stop now.

Disclaimer: I created Ray, Xavier, Chris, Andrew, and Sabrina's 'Past' that's it. The rest of the rights go to Michael Buckley, and whoever created the 'John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt' song.

Recap:

"He can stay here." I finally say to Granny. She looks a little confused but smiles.

"Alright liebling, I'll go tell him." She says and leaves.

Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

The Past's Not Always in the Past Chapter 13

Sabrina's POV

I groan as I shut off my alarm. After I said Andrew could stay with us Granny had him stay in Red's room and Red is staying with Daphne in our real bedroom. I on the other hand am in the secret bedroom and just woke up, unlike them, who are probably still sleeping.

I look at the clock, 5:30 am, it reads. I kick off the blankets and go over to the walking closet; I throw on some bikini bottoms, through some on some athletic shorts and put on a sports bra. I then grab my iPod and jogging band from my nightstand, thankful that I remember to bring it with me to bed last night. I put on my Nike sneakers (mom bought them for me after the war my other ones were torched by a dragon), set my iPod to my 'workout' playlist, and run out the deck door. I jog down the beach for I don't know how long, enjoying the view of the ocean, and the forest a few hundred feet away. The sound of 'Wave Your Flag' is blasting through my ears as I pump forward

I don't know how long I've been running for, but I'm panting really hard. I see something big and brown in the distance. I sprint towards it. It's my house! This is an island! I have an island!

I keep sprinting until I get in front of my house; I stop, bend over, and put my hands on my knees, breathing heavily. Once I caught my breath I took off my Nikes, sock, and shorts. Left only with my bikini bottoms and sports bra on, I turn to the ocean and walk towards it with the wet sand squeezing between my toes.

I feel the warm foamy water cover and uncover my feet. I take a deep breath of the salty air and smile and the feeling of the warm water. I run forward into the water and dive. I love the feeling of getting immersed into the bright blue zero gravity world known as the ocean. I swam for the first time in five years and it was fantastic.

After my swim I got out of the water, squeezed my hair out, grabbed my shorts, shoes, and socks and walked inside. I put my shoes, shorts, and socks on the ground and walked out of the secret room and into the tree house.

I go to the training room from there and work on some sword fighting with some dummies. Then I taped up my hands and started throwing some easy shots at the bag that any decent opponent would be able to block no sweat. But I start getting faster and faster after that, I start ducking and weaving like the bag was trying to hit me back I take harder shots and go quicker and quicker. I feel like I'm on fire, I missed this feeling.

I eventually slow down, step back, and take the tape off my hands all while breathing heavily.

"Mom wants you 'out of bed' now." I twist sharply. It's Daphne.

"Tell her I'll be down stairs in fifteen minutes, okay?" I ask

"Okay… Oh! And mom said today is our first day of home school, and she's making Puck and Andrew join us." I groan and walk out of the room.

I go into the bathroom, take a shower, and then I go into the secret room and then into the closet, dry myself with one of the towels and throw on some underwear, athletic shorts, and a t-shirt. I dry my hair and put it up in a tight bun. I grab some socks and put them on then I put on my Nikes. I look at the clock, 8:00 am, it reads.

I walk out of the secret room, and then the bathroom. I walk into the tree house kitchen, and grab a banana and a Powerade. I then walk out of the tree house kitchen, then the tree house. I walk out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and into the real kitchen. I scowl when I see Puck and Andrew chatting away like old friends.

"Hey Granny, where's Dad and Uncle Jake?" I ask her.

"Helping Snow with another project I suppose." Granny answers.

I peel the banana and take a chomp out of it, "Alright." I answer as I sit down. I scrunch up my face at the bizarre food on the table. Green eggs, surprise, surprise. I should have seen that one coming. She probably got the recipe from Dr. Seuss herself.

I sigh, but then smile as I see Andrew doesn't like the food either, and he's not sure what to do. I laugh a dark laugh as I see him try the pink toast and make the most disgusted face I've ever seen.

"What are you looking at, cheater?" Andrew says. I don't answer but instead glare at him. Luckily no one seemed to notice our exchange.

I turn to my mom and ask, "So what are we going to learn today?"

"Well I think we are going to start on math." Mom answers. I groan a little even though I'm pretty good at math. I'm not looking forward to the rest of the day.

It's 2:30 in the afternoon right now and I'm walking around town with Daphne and Red because we have nothing better to do. The whole home schooling thing was very boring, apparently the foster care system's school system was better than me and Daph thought, we flew through our grade level tests on every subject.

"Whoa, what is that?!" Daphne yells running towards something in the distance dragging Red with her. I chase after them.

When we get there we just stare at the sign, filled with sorrow. It reads…

BRIAR PARK

In Memory of The Beloved Briar Rose.

It is a beautiful large park with brand new benches, paths, and a new playground, it has gorgeous bright roses everywhere, and they seem to sparkle in the sunlight. Briar would have loved this. I am over come with grief for a few minutes, tears trying to force their way up, but I keep pushing them back down, I am done wasting my time grieving over people who aren't coming back, and who wouldn't want me grieving over them in the first place. I look down remembering when we first met her. That's when I first realize this park is right where her shop used to be.

"Who was she?" I suck in a quick breath and twist around. It's none other than Peter Pan.

"She was my-almost-aunt." I reply forcing a smile.

"Oh well I'm sorry for your loss, Sabrina. If you don't mind me asking, did she die in battle?"

I sigh and answer "Yes." Hoping to close the conversation there. I see Daphne and Red over by the playground, running around and going down the slides. I start walking toward them and then go to the swings. Apparently he followed me because next thing I know he's on the swing next to mine. It turns into a contest of who swing highest. I am laughing with him and it feels good.

I here something behind me so I jump off the swing when it was at it's highest. I land in the crouch position I learned to use when getting dropped from a few feet up by Puck, or dropping to the ground from my bedroom window when I sneak out. Though, of course whenever Puck drops me from more than twenty feet up, the position is zero help at all.

The sound I heard was Ray and Chris talking coming towards the playground, they obviously don't see us yet. This is going to get interesting…

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1st review: No problem, sorry it takes me so long to update. :( I'm glad you're glad. Thanks. I will make sure. You're welcome.

Response to P.S.: I'm sorry no one has done that for you before, you are a good (and nice) reviewer. I appreciate you.

2nd review: Thank you. I love Forest Gump.

3rd review: I am really sorry it takes me so long to update. Thank you. I will try to fix the rushedness. I don't want my stories to be like most, so I didn't do that, and honestly Michael Buckley didn't make their romance mushy and lovey-dovey. I do love Puckabrina, and there will be fluff and stuff in my story, but I'm not going to make it like most other stories do. Thank you.