AN-This is my second FF so be nice. You will find out who Brittney's grandma is in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sisters Grimm. MB does.
Chapter One
Five years ago, my mother died. Four years ago, my father died. Three years ago, my grandmother on my father's side took custody of me. She died almost a year later. Two years ago, I was sent to live with a foster family. They put me in a stone room, and had my mouth duct taped shut. Everyone in that family died. One year ago, I was sent to live with a crazy lady who kept everything she ever bought. She got killed by a falling stack of stuff.
All of these people were found with their arm turned the color violet. And I never saw anything.
I suppose I should introduce myself. Hey. My name is Brittany Lee Grimm. I am 12 years old and am on my way to meet a grandmother on my mother's side that was supposed to be dead. Also a sister that is supposed to be my twin. I am on a train ride to a town I never heard of called Everlife Landing. I am with a nice lady named Ms. Smirt.
Ms. Smirt is roughly 27 years old and loves children. She has shoulder length blonde hair, and green eyes. She is like and old older sister. Ms. Smirt is the closest thing I've had as family since, you know, everyone died.
"Brittney?" Ms. Smirt asked snapping me awake from my nap.
"Huh?" I answered half asleep.
"We're here."
-Time Lapse-
"We're home!" My grandmother yelled excitedly.
"Oh joy." My twin, A.K.A. Stephanie, muttered sarcastically and I snickered under my breath.
Even though I have never met Stephanie before in my life that I can remember, I could tell she was family. She had mom's eyes and dad's hair. She also had my mother's rosy cheeks and she had the same slim face as I had never met my parents, I would have never known we were related.
Stephanie had mouse brown hair and green eyes. She wore glasses, but she had this odd sense of beauty about her. She was the same height as me and was probably what most people considered a nerd.
Me on the other hand, had jet black hair and bright blue eyes. I was what most people considered beautiful.
I was snapped out of my thought by this odd boy flying (yes flying!) down the stairs. He stopped about 2 inches in front of me.
What he did next made me punch him so hard in the gut he flew back and hit the stairs. You want to know what happened? This:
He said, "Hey beautiful," and swooped me back so far my head was almost touching the ground, and that ugly fairy boy kissed me! Then I punched him, he flew back and hit the stairs, and I got dropped on my head.
"Does he do that to everyone?" I asked turning to my twin after I got up off my head.
She nodded smiling. "He did the exact same thing to me when he moved in here and he got punched in the gut as hard as you punched him."
I smirked when I saw the ugly fairy boy having trouble getting up off the stairs.
But that's when my grandmother had to ruin the moment and come in from the kitchen with some blue cookies. "Ready for the grand tour of the house, child?" She asked smiling at me.
I nodded a yes and we began.
