Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the Sister's Grimm. If I did my name would be Michael Buckley and I would be made of pure win. And I'm not.
49. Hero
Daphne approached my desk, her homework in hand.
"Here you go, Ms. White," she said in her adorable voice that sounded so cute but somehow mature.
She smiled brightly at me.
She reminded me of, well, myself when I was young.
"Why thank you, Daphne." I took the paper from her and sat down at my desk.
The children were reading at the moment, so I was free to review their homework.
After a few papers that had many spelling errors (I'd have to start giving out more spelling tests) I came to Daphne's.
'My Hero,' it read.
'My hero is my sister. She is my hero because she is everything I want to be when I get older. She is smart, mature and very pretty. Sometimes Sabrina can get on my nerves, and sometimes she can be really mean. But she's still my sister and she loves me, just as much as I love her.
Sabrina sometimes excludes me from things, but after I'm done being angry I understand why. Sometimes I'm really dumb when it comes to dire situations, but what can you expect? I'm just a kid.
My sister is touched, which means she acts really weird around magic. But she knows to keep herself away from it, and that makes me very proud of her.
I love my sister. And she really is my hero.'
I smiled, and wrote a little 'A+' near the top.
Looking across the reading second-graders, I caught Daphne's eye. She smiled.
A/N: I know this was kind of short, but I've been sick. I promise to make it up to you guys when I feel better! This was in Snow's POV, but next time I'll do some Puckabrina.