I hope you like this story. I know it's short, but I already have most of the second chapter written and it will be longer! Revenge easter egg! See if you can find it!

When I was little, I had my parent's story memorized by heart. As my mother would tell me for the millionth time, my father occasionally pitching in, I would close my eyes and imagine I was there, watching them fall in love all over again.

My mother would get to the part where I was born and say,"Snow White gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who grew up and became an amazing princess. And they all lived happily ever after" She would hug me and I would squeal with joy.

"Do you know how much I love you baby?" She would ask.

"Infinite Mama." I'd say giggling.

Infinite times infinite," my father would say. Once, my mother grabbed a quill off of my father's desk and drew two infinite symbols crossing over one another.


"Come on Emma! You're going to be late for school" Grace yells frantically. "I don't want to go to school Gracie." I tell her. I miss Mama. She would always help me with my lessons. I never went to preschool. There were always tutors, but Mama was my favorite teacher. After all, I absolutely adored her.

"Why? Is something wrong Em?" she tries to feel my forehead, but I pull away. She looks hurt.

"School's not the same. I don't have any friends, and my teacher is fine I guess, but she's not Mama." I say.

Grace gives me a sad smile. "I know sweetie, I miss my Papa too. It's not the same, I know, but for now we just have to be strong and hope that we can find them soon."

"I didn't want to tell you until after you got home from school, but I guess you need a bit of cheering up." Grace looks hesitant to tell me her big secret.
"What is it?" I inquire. I hate secrets.

"Well, I've been looking for a new job and I found one." She says. My face lights up. She has hated her job for a while now. She is a pharmaceutical rep. Bo-ring. Grace continues. "There was an opening for a new music teacher at an elementary school in Storybrooke, Maine. I went out on a whim and drove there when you were at school last week for the interveiw. I got it and I start next week. We're moving there tonight! Since we don't have much stuff, I knew that it wouldn't take a long time to pack, so that's why I've been hesitant to tell you-" She's rambling now. Grace does this when she gets nervous.

"Gracie!" I cut her off. She's startled by my sudden outburst. "It's fine, I'm not mad! I'm actually really excited!" I exclaim.

"So you're not mad? You want to move?" Grace looks hopeful.

I shake my head. "No, I'm not mad! I'm really excited!"

"Great!" she says," But you still have to go to school today." I groan.

By the end of the day, I am exhausted. I have to walk a mile and a half to and from school every day since Grace can't pick me up, because she's at work.

When I get home, I hang up my coat on the coat rack and I'm immediately starving. I walk to the kitchen and grab some hot chocolate mix and a mug. I fill the mug with hot water and then mix in the hot chocolate mix. I'm missing something... Cinnamon! How could I forget? I run to the spice drawer and pull out cinnamon.

Soon Grace is home and we start packing. It takes me about and hour to pack all of my clothes in boxes. I have a lot of clothes. Grace is busy packing all of our other belongings, so I pack her clothes. All of our furniture is rented, so we don't have to worry about that.

By about 9:00 at night we have everything packed and in Grace's old, yellow bug. We stop at a Sonic and get some burgers and a shakes and then we drive to Storybrooke. Grace says the drive will take about three to four hours.


I look out the window of the car. It's dark now and I'm on the verge of falling asleep.

"Emma?" Grace asks.

"Yes?" I reply.

"My father once told me about the story of how your parents met. He said it was quite a tale. He said to ask your mother to tell me someday. Seeing as that's not possible, would you mind telling me?" I can tell that she's trying to keep me awake, but I don't mind. It's my favorite story.

"I would love to!" I say.

"I clear my throat and begin to tell the beautiful tale of my parent's love. "One beautiful day in the woods, my father and his betrothed, sat in a carriage that was bringing them to their new home. Abigail, the nag with the bad attitude, as my mother liked to call her, complained about how bumpy the road was and how long it was taking. All of a sudden the carriage came to a halt. My father stepped out of the carriage and noticed a fallen tree in the middle of the road. 'Worry not, it is but a fallen tree', he reassured his betrothed. As he looked down he realized that the tree had been cut and that it was an ambush! Suddenly a thief grabbed his jewels out of the carriage and fled the scene on one of his horses. He chased after the thief, and eventually caught up to him, knocking himself and the thief off of their horses. 'Show yourself, you coward!' he shouted. He turned over the thief, only to find that 'he' was not what was expected. 'You're a… girl.' 'Woman.' She corrected…"

I can almost hear my mother telling the story with me... Pitching in and defending herself when she thought my father's view on their meeting wasn't the least bit accurate.

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