Me: This is it!
Emma: What?
Me: (Points at Emma and magic surrounds her and Emma starts to change) This!
Emma: Wait what?
Snow: Emma!
Charming: Emma! No!
Peter Pan: How should I react to this? I honestly don't care.
Henry: Mom! NOOOO!
Me: Oh relax! (Magic surrounding Emma disappears)
Emma: Oh my god my head… (Everyone stares at her in amazement.)
Why are you guys staring at me?
Snow: Emma? Is that you?
Emma: It's certainly not Hook in a blonde wig that's what. Why? (I give her a mirror. Reveals Emma as a 15 year old) MY GOSH! I'm a teen!
Peter Pan: (Grins) Awesome!
Me: (grins while everyone glares at her…well except Pan) I don't own Once Upon a Time and Let's Start the Show!
Full Story Summary (Read to understand the purpose of this story!): "Have you forgotten your angel," his soft hypnotic voice asked her. She struggled in her mind. She couldn't! She had to resist the spell! She had to protect Henry and stop Pan's curse! This demon is not her precious angel or the boy she knew once. She had to resist. But she couldn't...his voice...his spell was clouding her mind like a cloak, making her unable to resist him. She should though...but she couldn't. She misses her angel and desired the love that he once gave her. She was tired of all this...protecting the town and fighting evil. She was only fifteen! She was only fifteen...maybe one last song will be alright...one last lesson...The fifteen year old stared at her angel in awe. He was going to save her once more. And Emma reached up to touch his hand...
When 15 year old Emma Swan runs away from a bad foster home, she lands in the most unlikely place. Storybrooke, Maine. There she finally starts to fit in and maybe even starting to fall in love. However, it is difficult when a strange boy keeps telling you that you're his birth mother and apparently there is a curse you need to break. But other than that, she is fine. Until...troubles starts. As she continues to fall in love with the town, she starts to face hard challenges and learns the only way to be safe is to put walls up. Will she? Or will she open up because of love? Can a mysterious boy help her find true love? Or will she become the lost girl that she has resisted since forever?
Chapter 1- A Curse Changed...
"A curse huh?" a boy smirked to his friend. "Well the Evil Queen has certainly been busy. What should we do about that Felix?"
The friend named Felix shrugged.
"I heard from our source that it's very powerful but not strong enough to curse our land. Only the other worlds are going to the land without magic. Some are staying because they have no importance to the Queen and she doesn't want them to come and bring some unnecessary happiness and work." Felix explained. The boy smirked and lean back on the log behind him.
"Then let's play a game shall we. Something to bother the Queen's little toy." The boy smirked thoughtfully. "It wouldn't be fun if we just sit around here would it?"
Felix looked at his boss with thought. What was he thinking about?
"What do you have in mind," Felix asked.
The boy smirked once more.
"I think we should send some boys to this place," the boy smirked thoughtfully. Felix's eyes widened. "Or better yet, me..."
"What! Why..." Felix stuttered, his confidence wavering a bit. Why would send some boys over there! It would break the trust of the Lost Boys! More importantly, Neverland wouldn't last without him if he went.
"Oh relax," the boy chuckled darkly. "It's only temporarily. All we need to do is send either me or some boys to this land so that we can play with the queen. And if I go, then I am still able to visit at night. But remember...if our little friend has escaped than you know to use the gift I gave you."
Felix nodded.
"Of course, Pan," Felix obediently nodded.
Pan smirked. It was time to play.
15 YEARS LATER….
15 year old Emma Swan was tired. She had been running away from her previous foster home and so far she was doing well with the running away part. Her previous foster home had 5 kids and two adults who didn't care about her and just wanted her for money from the system. She hated adults that's why. They never seemed to care. They always take the innocence of children away with their selfishness and demands. They never cared if their child was left in the side of a freeway and could have died. They were all the same.
Then Emma noticed a sign. WELCOME TO STORYBROOKE!
Emma snickered. The town had a funny name.
Emma continued walking until she saw a street and some buildings. Emma looked around her surroundings. The town looked some what old and vintage. It had a nice feel to it and it reminded her one of those towns you see in the movies with the girl falling in love with the boy and half the time it's a musical.
However, Emma's short admiration of the town came short when a police car drove up. Emma tensed up. The police and her never had a good experience together. It scared her deeply and she couldn't trust them anymore. She hated them and jails too. The police force and her never mixed well together. Bails bonds people though...
A police man came out. He had scruffy dark brown hair and was wearing a brown leather jacket. He walked over to her and smiled.
"Hello, my name is Sheriff Graham," the officer greeted. "I never had seen you here in town before. Do you need help?"
Emma in the outside was calm and collected but in the inside she was shaking with nervousness.
"Uh…I-I-I don't n-n-need help s-s-sir," Emma stuttered, silently cursing her tendency to stutter. "I-I j-just looking for a p-p-lace to stay f-f-for the night."
Graham shifted a bit. He never had seen this girl before in town. She seemed to have a tendency to stutter and shift around. It was like she was nervous about how people will treat her. Like she had experienced trauma...
"Why do you need a place for the night," Graham asked. Emma shifted.
"I…I have a r-r-relative here but I-I don't k-know where they live," Emma lied on the spot. "It's really l-late and I don't k-know this town very w-well." Graham smiled at Emma.
"I can show where you relative is if you tell me their name," Graham offered.
Emma's eyes widen.
"Uh….n-n-no t-t-thanks!" Emma exclaimed. "It's really l-late and I-I'm sure you're tired!" Emma smiled quickly
"I h-have to go," Emma stuttered quickly and left Graham a bit confused.
"Hey, I have no problem taking you to your relative!" Graham caught up to Emma. This cop just wouldn't stop. "I'll come with you!"
Emma sighed. Just great…..
"Who are they," Graham asked.
Emma panicked.
"Uh….Mary….." Emma said slowly, trying to imagine a person. "Black hair and dark eyes?"
Graham brightened.
"I know her! Mary Margaret Blanchard, only Mary in town I know!" Graham smiled. "She's down the street and second floor up. I'll walk you up."
Emma sighed. This was just great. First, she runs away and gets lost now this. She should have known that there was going to be a Mary. It was a small town...
And after Emma stop protesting, Graham and her started walking down the path for about 10 minutes. But those minutes were the longest minutes of her life. Emma had to listen to the police talk on and on about Storybrooke and its wonders. He just went on and on about the stupid town. Storybrooke this…Storybrooke that…and he went talking about that for ten minutes straight.
"We have a diner here and a pawn shop. Oh! And also a park," Graham went on. "Oh here it is! Mary Margaret's building. Have fun in Storybrooke!" Emma watched as Graham walked away. Wait for it…..great he's out of sight. Emma sighed in relief when Graham was gone. Graham was…too preppy for her liking. He might be attractive for a grown woman but Emma was not a grown woman and she had more sense than that. She was more into the bad boy-never mind. She had done the whole bad boy thing, she should focus on the adorable nerd type.
"That was close…sort of," Emma whispered to herself. Emma was not a normal girl. When she talked to herself and some…children…she never stuttered. But when it came to adults, well…..it leads to some stuttering. Emma only talked normally to people she trusted. Which is….no one.
Emma looked around. She wasn't sure where to go actually. All she wanted is to be free and have a place to stay to be safe and sound.
"Where do you go if you're running away," she muttered to herself.
Then suddenly Emma bump into someone.
Emma groaned. That was spectacular alright. Falling on your face in front of public so deserves a medal.
"Sorry," a young boy with black hair said hurryingly. Then the boy got up and ran away. Emma picked herself up. That was a bit rude. But she couldn't blame the kid. He had a look on his face that seemed to look panic. Like he was lost...
Emma just shrugged the thought away and walked some more. All she needed right now was a place to stay and some hot chocolate. Maybe there was a diner near here?
Suddenly, once more Emma fell. Emma groaned. What's with her and crashing into people? She was on a role today. First some random boy now this!
"Oh my gosh," a woman with short black hair exclaimed. "I am so sorry!"
Emma weakly smiled.
"It's a-alright," Emma shrugged weakly. "I have a h-habit of b-bumping into p-people." The woman dusted off herself and looked worry at Emma.
"You must be new here, I'm Mary Margaret," the woman smiled. So this was Mary Margaret…Emma never thought she bump into her. Emma was though more of a person who hides from people she makes up about and the person she makes up about ends up being real. But never bump into people she made up about! "I'm looking for a boy with short black hair have you seen him?"
Emma tilted her head. Did she meet a boy with black hair?
"Oh yeah," Emma remembered. "There was a b-b-boy with black hair that b-b-bumped into me earlier." Mart Margaret sighed.
"I guess I'll look for Henry later," Mary Margaret said. "That boy needs some time alone after his mom's anger with his imagination."
Emma frowned.
So the boy had some problems at home. That's why she hated adults.
"Um….do you k-know a p-place where I can s-stay," Emma stuttered. "I-I looking for a place to stay for a w-w-while." Mary Margaret smiled.
"I can offer Granny's," Mary Margaret offered. "But that's not a place for a young girl so... why not mine?"
Emma was taken back. This woman just offered her place without checking for Emma's ID? Sometimes when Emma talked to adults they faked a smile and made some excuse and then walked away. Maybe she should do that...
Mary Margaret's eyes widen.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! That may seem odd does it?" she said. "But I thought a run away orphan like you might want a place to stay." Emma's eyes must have popped open from her eye socket from that statement. How did she know?
"Uh…how do you k-know that I-I'm an orphan," Emma asked a bit critical. Run away! Run away!
Mary Margaret smiled.
"I never have seen you in town before and I know everyone in town. And right now you're physical condition looks like no one cared to wash you and you're wearing a sticker that says your ID and foster home location. I'm surprise that Graham didn't notice that. Maybe he isn't the smartest guy in town than I thought he was." Emma faced palmed herself and groaned. She forgot the sticker! She blamed her foster parents for making her wear a stupid bright yellow sticker in case she got lost so they can still get the money and have her be return to them if she was found and for Check Day. Why did she forget the sticker!
"P-Please don't tell a-a-anyone," Emma pleaded. Usually, she had more pride than to beg and plea but right now she was desperate.
Mary Margaret smiled.
"I won't tell anyone," Mary Margaret said, scribbling on a piece of paper before handing it to Emma. "Here is my address and phone number. If you want to stay, come to my place. But first, I got to find Henry. Every time I take a break, I get more worried and have to look some more. "
Emma had an idea.
"W-Why don't I help you l-l-look?" Emma asked. "I-I can s-s-split up with y-y-you." Mary Margaret eye's brightened.
"Thanks!" Mary Margaret smiled happily. "I'll meet you later!" Mary Margaret walked off to find Henry once more and Emma sighed in relief. She was gone. She should run out of here...should she? It was better running away...less heartbreak and less problems.
But Emma was tired. Not physically but emotionally. She was sick and tired of running away and having to avoid her feelings. But still, the last few times she tried to...bad things happened... Emma breathed hard. No...those people wouldn't be here...Emma's records were well sealed. No one could really tell which foster home she was at. Only the broader side of the location. Then maybe...
Maybe she can find a home here. She was tired of looking for a new home. Maybe Storybrooke was a place to start over after all.
Mary Margaret seemed a nice woman and probably a person to trust for the first time. But….you just don't except people of the street! What if the person robbed you! Or killed you! Mary Margaret must have some too easy trust issues. Probably…..first she had to help Mary Margaret first and see if Mary Margaret passed her test. Then tell Mary Margaret on the way about the lie she told. Then finally work on Mary Margaret's skills with meeting new people off the street.
Emma took off her Foster Home sticker and tossed it aside. Maybe Storybrooke was a place for her to finally have some peace. No more crazy people...no more heartbreak...and maybe...no running away... Emma breathed in. She was going to try it. She was going to try to stay here and find a home to stay at...for a while...Emma didn't care. She didn't know what to do. She was going to live in the moment. Maybe she would stay here or maybe she would run away again. She didn't know. She just wanted a place to sleep. And so Emma kept on walking, she had a boy to find.
But what Emma didn't know was that her life was going to be far from peaceful with Storybrooke and her family in it….