AN: All right, this is my first story. My friend and sister have been bugging me to start writing and they said I should do fanfiction so… here it is. Also I have no life so my life is pretty much just reading fanfiction anyways. I hope I'm good and its not just them saying I'm good because they have to. Because this is my first time constructive criticism would be fantastic (not that is isn't great on a normal basis). My grammar and spelling isn't the best so… And I pretty much based the main character of this story on me… its easier for me to write I guess and I happen to find myself quite the catch, hopefully you think so to. Also I want to see me in these worlds cause I wanna be there and not here ;) . so without further ado the shenanigans may continue.

Chapter 1

"Where… Where am I?"

She looks around. She seems to be no where yet some where at the same time. It seems familiar, comforting. The air is warm and stuffy, but in a good way. Like a mother holding a child, rocking back and forth by the ablaze fire place.

BOOM

"What was that?"

She looks. There is a huge cat...tiger?… Thing? It looks like a tiger it its black with green stripes. It comes up to her and she has to strain her neck to look it in its eye. It opens its mouth, almost as if to say something.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

'Why is it saying that?'

It bends down, opens the mouth and swallows the girls whole.

"AAAHHHH!"

Thud. She wakes up.

"Ow! Ugh god damn it. I fell again. And I broke my alarm clock. Fuck me."

'whatever'

Herro. (AN: That's how I say hello). The names Rose. Catherine Rose. Since in obviously the main character in this story and not the old pervert (gold), let me tell you a little about my self. I manage the 'Cat Got Your Tongue' (ha see what I did there. I named it after myself) store. It is a candy/coffee/ice cream/bakery shop. I have green eyes and green hair, and I'm very short. But don't tell anyone I admitted tat out loud. I'm 26 years old.

I have a son/brother. We aren't actually related but I found him sleeping in my shed one raining nightfall and found out he is homeless with no family. At least none that he gets along with for he had run away. So, I decided to take him in. Oh right his name is Tom. He is 16 years old and quite the little heart breaker. He has black hair (like every one else in town) and blue eyes that sparkle like the shine of of the snow in a frozen wonderland during a sunrise. He works at my shop when I don't. I have a huge house so its no big deal that he lives with me. Also I'm rich. There is a rumor that I'm even richer than Mr. Gold! Weather that is true or not no one knows. We live in the middle of the woods away from everyone. I absolutely love the isolation but I love to have Tom with me. Now that you know some stuff about me, let the shenanigans move on...