A WHOLE NEW WORLD
"Welcome to Storybrooke", that's what was written on the sign right in front of the old black car that was parked at the road side. Inside, a young woman, around 19 years old, sat on the driver side, looking at those big capital letters. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles turned pale, contrasting with the tanned skin of her arms. Finally, as waking up from trance, the girl sighted and leaned her head on the wheel.
"Come on, Santana. You didn't drive all the way to Maine just to chicken out. Shit, but what if I'm wrong? What if this is a mistake. Maybe, I shouldn't have come."
In all her life, one of the things she avoided the most was crying, except when she was drunk, as she thought this showed weakness. She was the tough badass from Lima Heights, but right now, in the middle of the night, alone in her car, in a city she had no idea existed just until some months ago, she couldn't help, but let the tears fall freely from her eyes. She was lost and homeless. Maybe it would have been better to just return to Lima. The raven-haired girl already had her hand on the key so she could start the car up once more and leave, when something pricked the skin of her lower back where the hem of her jeans ended. She didn't need to look to see what it was.
Carefully, Santana reached behind and took an old piece of paper. She knew by heart what it said as there wasn't one day that she hadn't read those warming and crestfallen words.
"No, Santana. Maybe this is the chance to restart. This is good."
With a newfound determination, Santana started the car and drove into the city. She thought it would be hard finding her destination, but as she drove around the empty streets, she knew she was on the right way. Maybe it was her Mexican Third Eyes, but as she parked her car in front of a white two-story house with big columns, she knew that was it.
Taking a deep breath, Santana took her red duffel bag and slowly walked to the entrance. Ringing the bell and praying for the best, Santana didn't need to wait much before a beautiful woman, with dark hair and a small scar on the top of her lip, answered the door. The woman looked at her with widen eyes and Santana gulped, before saying:
"Regina… I'm your daughter."