A/N: So this is my new story! Hope you all like it! Make sure to check out Sophia and Felix's original story 'The Lost Queen' and my other stories! This story is inspired by the movie '13 going 30'. Hope you all enjoy it ;)

Life for Sophia Jones was in one word perfect. She lived in a small town named Storybrooke with her parents. In school she's one of the best students and only got high grades which made her parents proud of course. Her parents are amazing, loving and she couldn't wish for any others. Her mother is town sheriff and her father owned a real life pirate ship on which they go sailing every weekend. She has a lot of friends but only one best friend, Violet, and of course she has a boyfriend, Peter. He's Captain of the football team and everyone in town knows him. In one word; her life is perfect.

She was walking home from school with Violet like they always did.

"So, I noticed that in two days you and Peter are officially one years and six months a couple," Violet said and nudged Sophia with her elbow. "Have you planned something?"

She shrugged, "He hasn't mentioned it yet."

"Maybe he wants to surprise you, like on your birthday last year."

She smiled at the memory. She thought he had forgotten but he had actually planned a surprise party for her. He even baked a cake!

"Maybe. One year and six months is a really long. I never expected that it would last so long," she said and smiled at her friend. "How is it going with you and your crush on Henry?"

Violet looked down and blushed. "I don't know. I haven't spoken to him yet…"

"What?" Sophia said in disbelieve. "You've got to be kidding me. He totally likes you and you him, why haven't you talked to him yet?"

"Nervous, I guess?" Violet shrugged.

"You know what, tomorrow is the summer festival," Sophia said and Violet looked questioning at her. "Every year there is this… witch. They say she can see the future and make wishes come true and stuff like that. So, tomorrow we are going to this witch and she'll tell you that you and Henry are meant to be."

"You really believe in that nonsense?"

"No, but if it gives you the push you need to talk to him than why the hell not?"

"Fine," Violet said, "But, if I let her tell me my future you have to do something as well."

"Done." Sophia extended her hand and Violet shook it.

"Then we have a deal."

Sophia lay in her bed with her laptop on her lap. She had finished her homework and was now scrolling through her social media. She smiled at the sweet comments on the new drawing she had posted. She began to wonder. Would her life always be like this? Was her dream to become a famous artist going to come true? Was she going to marry Peter and life happily ever after like her parents? Would she one day have a family of her own? All these questions swirled around in her head.

Then she remembered the deal she made with Violet. Maybe the witch could show of tell her how her life would be in the future. Not that she believed in any of that. She would probably just be told that she would have a loving husband, two maybe three children and live in a nice home. The basic stuff and all. Well, there was nothing wrong with asking.

"Sophia! Dinner is ready!" her mother called from downstairs. She sat her laptop on her bed and went downstairs. She could smell the delicious sent of homemade pizza. The special kind only her mother knew how to make. She kissed the cheek of her father who already sat on his spot at the table before sitting down herself.

"Hello, little love. How was school today?" her father asked her.

"Great! Well, not the learning part and all that but I got a chance to work on my painting for art class," she replied.

"How's that coming? Can we see a photo of it yet?" her mother asked as she placed the pizza's on the table.

"Nope. Not until the exhibition."

"That's a shame, what are you painting again?"

"Can't tell. Strict rules from the teacher."

Her father huffed and her mother sat down next to him. "I'm sure it's worth the wait," her mother said and smiled at her, patting Killian on the back. Everyone grabbed a slice of pizza and they ate in silence for a while until Killian spoke up.

"Before I forget, Uncle Liam is coming next weekend," he informed them and Sophia smiled. When Uncle Liam came it was always fun. She loved her uncle, the way he always made fun of her father, his little brother as he called him. she looked always forward to his visits.

"Is he coming alone or are Elsa and the kids coming too?" Emma asked. Uncle Liam was married to Elsa and had two children, Marshal and Olivia. Marshal was 6 and Olivia 14, only two years younger than she was. She always called Marshal marshmallow because of his adorable round cheeks and his blond hair that was almost white. Olivia had dark hair just like her and they had been good friends since they first met.

"Only Liam. He would be around town that weekend and wanted to pay a visit."

After dinner Sophia went back upstairs. She plopped down on her bed, grabbing her laptop and noticing someone had Skyped her. She clicked it open and saw it was from Violet.

What are you going to ask the witch tomorrow?

She thought for a moment before answering;

I want to know what my future looks like in ten years.

What do you think it would look like?

Married to Peter, having a fun and well-paying job and maybe a dog.

No children? :P

Maybe, don't know if Peter wants any.

What about you?

She didn't respond immediately which made Sophia smirk at her screen.

The same as you I guess, but maybe with someone else than Peter.

Like who? ;)

I don't know…

Does it start with a H?

Perhaps…

She smiled at her laptop. She knew how much her best friend liked Henry and she was almost 100% sure the feeling was mutual. They skyped for a few more hours before Sophia decided to go to sleep. She said goodnight and closed her laptop, placing it beside her bed. She prepared herself for bed and said goodnight to her parents before crawling into her bed. She smiled to herself as she imagined what her future would look like and with that thought she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

"There it is," Sophia said to Violet and pointed to the small tent a little on the edge of the festival. They both walked to it, Violet a little more hesitatingly than Sophia.

"You're sure this is a good idea?" she asked a bit nervous.

"Of course. What could go wrong?"

They entered the dark tent. In the tent stood a low table with many pillows on one side and one on the other. Only the candles lit the dark in the tent.

"Please sit down, sweethearts," a sweet voice said from somewhere behind. Through some curtains appeared a woman, not much older than her mother she guessed. They did as she said and sat down on the opposite side of where she sat. "Now, who will go first."

Sophia nudged Violet with her elbow. "Oh, uhm… me, I guess."

The woman smiled sweetly as Violet came a little closer to the table.

"Now, what do you want to know?"

Violet hesitated for a bit before she said, "There is this boy I like-"

"Henry?" the woman asked and both Sophia and Violets mouths fell open. How did she know? "I'm not called the witch for nothing, darlings." She extended her hand to Violet. Violet slowly lifter her hand and placed it in the woman's hand. She snickered a bit as she looked down at the hand, following it's lines.

"What?" Violet asked.

"I see you have a bright future before you, but that's not what you want to hear. You want to know if your feelings for Henry are returned." She let go her the hand, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath while bowing her head. When she looked up again she smiled at them. "You're in luck, he most definitely feels the same and if I'm not mistaken he will come in here in 5 second to ask me the same question about you."

She held her hand up, counting down with her fingers. They waited and exactly when she pulled down the last finger Henry shoved away the curtains of the tent, entering it but stopping when he saw them all staring at him in shock.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" he asked and looked between them, looking just a little longer at Violet then at the others. Violet got up and pushed him out of the tent, leaving Sophia and the witch alone.

"I always love to see young love develop," the witch said absently before turning back to her. "Now, what can I do for you, my dear?"

"Oh, yeah…" she pushed herself a bit closer to the table. "I wanted to know what my life looks like over ten years."

"I'm afraid I can't look that far into the future."

"Seriously?" she said a bit annoyed. "I bet that whole thing with Henry was a setup, wasn't it?"

"It wasn't," she said simply.

"You know what, never mind. I'm leaving." She was about to stand up but the witch stopped her.

"But what if I can give you something else? Something that will show you your future."

Sophia looked at her warily. "And what is that?"

The witch grabbed something from behind her, some kind of bottle. She unscrewed the bottle and put some kind of powder in her hand before blowing it in her face. Sophia coughed and tried to wave the powder away.

"What the Hell!" she said and stood up, leaving the tent.

"One week!" the witch called after her but she didn't listen. When she was outside she took a few deep breaths, what the hell was that powder? She straitened herself and looked around, trying to spot Violet. When she didn't spot her friend she walked around the festival a little. She smiled when she spotted Violet and Henry at one of the food stalls. At least she had some luck and didn't got dust blown into her face.

She turned to look for her boyfriend who should be here too but bumped into someone, making her almost stumble over.

"Look where you're walking," an annoyed and deep voice said before storming off into the other direction. She only saw a glimpse of a tall figure with blond hair before he disappeared in the crowd. Jerk, she thought as she continued looking for her boyfriend.

That night when she was in bed, lying on her back, she though back at what the witch had said; What if I can give you something else? Something that will show you your future. Was that what the dust was supposed to do? Show her the future? Well, the only thing it showed her was to never enter a tent like that again in the future. She felt her eyelids grow heavy as she stared at the ceiling. After a while she closed her eyes and gave into sleep.

The only thing she didn't know was that the dust wasn't ordinary dust and would give her what she asked for.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Make sure to check out shannaz and her story (she told me to metion her. she's a good friend of mine and helped me wih this story) anyway, make sure to leave a review with your thought on this story ;D