Authors Note:

Ok so I know this story has already been used, but the Author of the original story just could keep it up so I'm here to finish it. Don't worry I have gotten permission so I am just going to repost the chapters already given it may take some time to do that, but I promise you It will be awesome. Thank you for understanding, and please Review I hope you like what I come up with.

Nicole's Pov

"Moving to a small town might be good for you, Nicole" My mother states. I would highly doubt that. Here is the thing, about three months ago my best friend disappeared. Since then, I have been diagnosed with depression and anorexia. Now my dad got a job offer at a town in Maine. He currently teaches folklore and fairytales at a New York college. At first he debated on whether or not to take it. Then my mom came back after being gone most of my life. She thinks that moving to a small town might help me get better. I said my goodbyes to my small group of friends, that I only knew because I met my best friend. When I finished packing up my boxes, I had to get out of the apartment.

"Dad, I'm going out"

"Where"

"You know," I said sadly. He gave me an empathetic look, and nodded to the door. As I was leaving, my friend, Mark, knocked on the door.

"Hey! Seeing as its your last day in New York City, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the best places around," He said excitedly.

"Well, I was actually going to go to, umm, well there," I said ungainly.

"We can go there too. I don't want you to leave New York unhappy," Mark said caringly. I hesitantly agreed.

In the subway station, we passed the posters. I looked at the picture and almost started crying. Mark led me away from them and onto the subway car. I love the subway. The rocking, the noise it is surprisingly relaxing. It makes me forget. I melt into everyone else's breathing, heartbeat, and rhythm.

When we got to the park I didn't cry for the first time in a long time. I smiled. That is new I thought. Maybe this is a good thing. I could smell the water from the fountain the children were playing in. I took in how green the grass was and the one tree in the corner that never stopped being the most amazing tree I ever saw. This isn't Central Park by the way, It is this one little park about 11 feet by 11 feet. I don't think it even has a name. Still, it will always be the best place in the world. Mark and I laid on the ground for an hour just looking at the sky, saying nothing. We later went to a pizzeria were I had a few bites of a sausage pizza. Then we went to a museum and looked at the sculptures and paintings that were absolutely breathtaking.

When we got back it was time for me to go. We were going to be driving all the way to Maine. In the car, I rest my head against the window and as I fell asleep all I could think was I'll never find out what happened to Henry. "Off to Storybrooke," My dad smiled

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