Hey everybody, sorry for not updating, but I had to go away for the weekend so I couldn't update then I got a bit distracted. I'm back now and ready to update though. Thank you to all my readers and reviewers.

I Do Not Own Sisters Grimm

Chapter 17

I awoke that morning to the sun shining down on my face and the smell of cinnamon wafting up from the kitchen. My neck still hurt a bit, but the worst part about it was the very obvious red line that stubbornly remained where the knife had been. There wasn't much I could do to hide it from my classmates while I was at school today. I just hope they won't ask too many questions. I rolled out of bed and made my way over to my closet, picking out my clothes for the day, then went to the bathroom to get ready.

I came out fresh and clean and found that the smell coming from the kitchen was now overwhelming. When I got downstairs I found Mom in the kitchen making cinnamon buns, but there was no sign of Granny.

"Where's Granny," I asked.

"She wanted to sleep in today so I decided I would make you all cinnamon buns for breakfast."

"Thanks Mom," I said as I sat down at my place at the table. Just as she set one of the steaming hot rolls in front of me Puck barged into the kitchen.

"I smell something delicious," he said as he sat down next to me.

"You must have a good nose," Mom said with a smile as she set a plate in front of him. She gave me a look and rolled her eyes, mouthing "boys."

I ate in silence. Puck on the other hand ate like a pig, messily and noisily. At some point Daphne and Red had come into the kitchen as well. They too were devouring the delectable cinnamon rolls. Soon after they were all gone though and I couldn't help but feel some regret for not savoring them longer than I had.

We were just about to start the walk to school when a tired looking Mustardseed came down the stairs. He looked better than he had the previous day though, sleep had benefited the fairy. We stopped briefly to say good morning to him, and then headed out the door.

The air was cold, but we still didn't have any snow. Whenever it had fallen this year it just melted soon after, but the air was getting ever colder. I could feel a storm coming, and this time the snow would stay. I heard from someone around the house that there was a big storm forecasted for the 23rd. That would ruin the plans of last minute shoppers. There were mixed reactions to the news at our house though, the adults, mainly Dad and Uncle Jake, were complaining about having to shovel, but Red and Daphne were ecstatic. They were already discussing a snowball fight tournament or something like that. I was just happy we would have a white Christmas.

We walked briskly; our attempt to get out of the cold sooner. The wind was harsh today. Its cold fingers chilled every inch of unprotected skin and showed no mercy to us as we marched forward into it. It seemed as if it would take an eternity to reach the school, but finally we made it to the middle school where Daphne and Red ran inside gratefully. A few minutes later Puck and I reached the high school, our noses and cheeks a bright red, and just stood there in the entryway to appreciate the warmth.

There were about ten minutes until classes started for the day so we headed to the cafeteria. This was where most of the students came in the morning to socialize. They also served a free breakfast for any student interested in it, so several students were eating breakfast when we entered the room. The table that my friends and I usually sat at seemed a bit more crowded than usual today, but I quickly saw the reason; a group of Puck's friends were also sitting there.

It's not like it was overly surprising to see them all together, we were all friends, it's just that we didn't normally all get together as a group, even at school. We were like one big group of friends that could be broken down into several groups of best friends. They were all talking with excited expressions on their faces, and they hardly noticed when Puck and I reached the table. It was Brad, who returned to the table with what was most likely his second breakfast of the day, who alerted everyone to our presence when he greeted us before sitting down.

"Hey guys," he said cheerily, "Before I forget, I'm throwing a party on the 22nd, and you're both invited. It'll just be a small thing, I thought about inviting the whole school, but that got the thumbs down from Mom and Dad. There'll be plenty of soda and snacks, Martha is making her special taco dip, there'll be music, we'll play some of those classic party games. It'll be great. Do you think you can come?" he asked.

"Yeah, we'll be there," Puck responded.

"Sounds like fun," I added.


Later that day I was walking to my math class when Anna came up beside me. "We need to talk during work time today," she told me. Anna and I had math together, and our teacher let us work together on our homework.

"Okay, but what do we need to talk about?" I asked.

"Everything," she said slightly exasperated then picked up her pace and left me to my own thoughts. She could be a bit confusing at times.

When I entered the math classroom there were already several kids there. They were standing in small groups around the room talking loudly, but quickly found their seats as the bell rang; this was the last class of the day and they didn't want to get held back for not being in their seats when the bell rang. Our teacher, Mr. Smith, strolled to the front of the room to begin class.

"Friday we discussed the section and did some examples, so if anybody was absent they will need to get the notes from somebody. Otherwise this is your assignment," He said while writing the assignment on the board, "As always you can work together, but try to keep things quiet as possible." He then went to sit at his desk at the back of the room. Before he even reached it though students started to move desks to sit by their friends, Anna included.

"Okay, spill. I know something happened after we left yesterday," begged Anna, then she added, "I know you didn't have that cut on your neck when I left."

"Fine," I grumbled,"but you can't tell anyone."

"Well I know that. I mean it has to do with them. I wouldn't breathe a word."

I lowered my voice and moved closer to keep people from hearing, then began to retell the entire story. I told her everything, that's what best friends are for after all, but I faltered when I got to the part where Puck brought me to the nurse's room. She was my best friend, but could I really tell her about that? Would it be right to tell her about that?

"What happened next," she squealed. She looked around to find everyone staring at her, "Sorry," she said apologetically, and then turned back to me, hanging on my every word.

I hesitated, but then gave in to her begging eyes, "He carried me to the nurse's room and took care of me. He was so sweet and gentle, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me," I sighed. "But he didn't. We were so close Anna, just staring into each other's eyes, but then the moment was over."

"You can't just leave it at that Brina, the two of you were meant for each other."

"Says you."

"Says everyone," she countered. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Can we talk about something else?" I asked.

"Of course! So, Brad's party, are you going?"

"Yeah. It sounds like it could be fun."

"Why wouldn't it be? Brad knows how to throw a good party. Oh. My. Gosh. What if we play spin the bottle and you and Robin have to kiss! Or you're under some mistletoe together!"

"What if you could not be such a romantic girly girl for just one conversation?"

"What if you would stop changing the subject?" she huffed. "And you know you love me."

"Of course I do. I just… I just want to let things happen how they will with Robin. You know what I mean? If it happens it happens, if it doesn't it doesn't."

"I know you don't mean that. How could you be that… that uncaring… that nonchalant. It's not like you Brina."

"I just don't want to get my hopes up, Anna. I mean it's not like we could be in a relationship, my dad would never let that happen," I sighed in frustration.

"Just give it a chance Sabrina."

Thanks for reading, and of course waiting for an update. If anyone has a suggestion for a party game for them to play at the party, or a name for a party guest could you either put it in a review or a private message. Or even a question or dare for truth or dare, because what party is complete without truth or dare. I probably won't get to the party for a few chapters so that should give you time. I probably won't write it until Monday, June 25th. Thanks and please review.