OK, so last time I said the next chapter would be up soon... unfortunately that was over four months ago. Really sorry, I have been focussing on my other fic [Going Home (A Dumping Ground fan fiction)] if you like TDG then please read :)

But I'm writing this story again! (I will try to upload regularly from now on)

Enjoy, guys...


Chapter 3:

Kellie had finished her hot cocoa and walked back home. She shouldered her bag as she turned the corner into her street. There was a large red brick house with a white picket fence surrounding the lawn. Kellie flicked her dark blonde hair over her shoulder and went through the gate, closing it behind her. She unlocked the blue front door and went inside.

"Ah, Kellie," said a tall blonde woman when she entered. The woman was wearing an apron over a simple outfit of t-shirt and jeans, and had her hair tied back in a ponytail.

"Hey, Ingrid," Kellie greeted her, putting her bag down in the hallway and stooping to unlace her shoes. "I was just at Granny's, I forgot to tell you."

"That's all right," Ingrid said kindly, "The boys have been home a while now, and dinner's almost ready. Wayne's already gone home."

"OK," Kellie replied, as her foster mom turned and went back into the lounge.

Kellie discretely looked under the flowerpot in the hallway, to find Wayne's exercise book for Algebra. She slipped it between her own school books in her bag and took out a novel. She warily went through the doors to the lounge, seeing Ryder and her other foster brother, Jonah, playing a video game. She leaned on the doorframe, tilting her head to one side as she surveyed their side profiles, both highly absorbed in whatever game they were playing.

Ryder's light brown hair caught the artificial light and his green eyes were bright, a permanent grin on his pale face as he swiftly moved his fingers over the controls. He had changed out of his school uniform into a simple dark green sweater and a pair of blue jeans that were ripped at one knee. Next to him sat a shorter boy, who was a year younger than Kellie and Ryder. He had short chestnut brown hair, tanned skin and a face full of freckles, which was drawn with concentration as he was clearly losing the game. He wore a maroon t-shirt and faded denim jeans.

"Fancy a game, do we?" Ryder drawled, not glancing away from the television screen.

Kellie started, not knowing that either of them had noticed her standing there. Jonah looked up and gave her a smile, then quickly flashed his eyes back to the screen. He then slumped as the end screen came up. Ryder had won.

"No, I'm OK, thanks," Kellie muttered.

"Aw, man," Jonah complained, flopping back on the couch.

"I'm still the master," Ryder claimed, putting his control down on the coffee table.

"So not fair," said Jonah.

Kellie rolled her eyes and went to sit on the armchair by the fireplace. She opened her book.

"I never fail," Ryder added, and Kellie thought she felt a chill in the room. Her head snapped up and she stared at him for a second. She could have sworn she had heard him use those words before. Only, he hadn't. She looked back to the page.

"Is that a good book?" Jonah asked placing down his control and leisurely folding his arms.

"Yeah," Kellie considered, her eyes only flitting up once to look at the foster brother she actually liked.

"Stop sucking up to Little Miss Perfect," Ryder complained, putting his feet up on the coffee table and placing his arms behind his head.

Kellie looked scornfully at him, his comment bringing colour to her cheeks. She slammed the book shut and stood up.

"You're hilarious," she said dryly, before leaving the room.

"Why, thank you," he said cockily.

Kellie picked up her school bag and climbed the stairs. Ryder was so annoying. Kellie went up to her room and closed the door behind her. Her room was quite large, with white walls and a large window that looked out on Storybrooke. She put her bag down on the old fashioned chair which stood in front of a small wooden desk strewn with school books and various papers. She put her book on her bedside table, which was empty except for a table lamp. Kellie's bed in the middle of the room had a white bedspread and pillows, with a deep red duvet cover and red curtains. A few paintings hung on the walls with ornate frames, giving the room a Victorian feel.

She crossed to her window and leaned her elbows on the ledge. She stared out at her small town. Life in Storybrooke was so... monotonous. Every day was literally the same, unless you went out of your way to do something different for a change. Even the clock tower above the library was even frozen, and had been ever since Kellie could remember. She sighed and closed the curtains, going to her oak wardrobe to find a change of clothes.

Kellie selected an oversized white jumper and wore it with a pair of black leggings. She ran her fingers through her hair and tied it in a side braid. She sat down at her desk, moving her bag off the chair and dumping the pile of school books next to the rest. She rifled through her books and found she had Algebra homework. Underneath her Algebra book, she found Wayne's and glanced around, though there was no one there.

"Kellie, dinner!" she heard Ryder yell up the stairs, and hastily swept her books back into a pile, ensuring that Wayne's book couldn't be seen amongst the others. She left her room and closed the door behind her. Quickly going downstairs, she went through to the kitchen.

The kitchen was a bog open room with a large table in the middle. Ingrid was carrying a kitchen pot from the stove to the table, and Jonah was already sitting down. Ryder fetched four glasses and sat down next to his foster brother. Kellie sat down opposite Jonah and Ingrid sat next to her. Ingrid had made Spaghetti Bolognese and began serving her foster kids.

"So, how was school?" she asked, like always.

"It was OK," said Jonah.

"Yeah, boring as usual," Ryder said melodramatically, reaching for the jug of water.

"Kellie?" Ingrid asked expectantly. Kellie met her eyes and forced a smile.

"Yeah, it was good," she said simply, with a shrug, before looking back down at her food.

"Kellie just loves school," Ryder said sarcastically.

"Ryder," Ingrid chided. Kellie sighed, exchanging an awkward smile with Jonah's genuine one.

When they had all finished, Kellie helped clear the table and the boys started on the washing up.

"I don't mind if you want to get ready for bed now," said Ingrid, laying a hand on Kellie's arm. "I know it's early, but you could have a nice bath?"

"Get the bathroom before the boys do?" Kellie laughed, "Good idea."

"OK, well, off you go then," Ingrid said with a smile. She turned back to the boys. "You know you've got to organise the dishes first?"

Kellie went upstairs and turned left into the big bathroom, locking door behind her. The walls were tiled with a pale blue, and the white bath stood in the middle on the cream carpet. Kellie ran herself a hot bath as she undressed. She undid her hair and retied it in a bun on top of her head. She poured some of her favourite bubble bath under the running water and turned off the taps a few minutes later.

Climbing in, Kellie slipped slightly and banged her head on the edge of the bath. Blinking, she sat up straight and rubbed the back of her head. She winced at the slight blow, but slid down further into the water, enjoying the feel of the soft bubbles on her skin. She closed her eyes as the steam rose around her.

The hot springs on the Island were her favourite place to go. She ran along the bank, stripping down to her white petticoat and wading into the steaming water. As it got deeper she bathed her arms and leaned her head back. As she relaxed, she heard the sound of a twig snapping some way off in the forest. She froze and ducked down in the water, only her damp head showing.

Suddenly there was a boy beside her on the rock. He wore a signature smirk and his green eyes glinted in the dim light of the clearing sheltered by trees. She gasped, but scowled as she easily recognised him.

"You scared me," she accused, folding her arms.

"You're easy to scare," he laughed. He produced her white outer dress from behind his back and waved it in front of her teasingly.

"Oh, very funny," she muttered.

He grinned, tossing it on the grass bank and removing his jacket that was as green as the forest. He took off his shirt and trousers, leaving him in just his underwear.

"Fancy a swim, do we?" she asked.

He offered her a hand. Eyes narrowing mischievously, she took it and gave a sharp pull. Eyes widening with surprise, he was sent headfirst into the water. He surfaced, spluttering and moving his hair out of his face.

"Why, you-" he began, splashing water at her. She gave a shriek, splashing him back. The steam rose around them as they gave up their fight and shared a smile.

Kellie's head snapped up and she looked around, but she was alone in the bathroom. Unsettled, she got out of the bath, pulled the plug and wrapped herself in a large white towel. She shivered, but not because she was cold. It was because of that weird dream... or was it a memory? The boy had actually looked liked Ryder. Was it because she had hit her head moments before? Or did she want it to happen?

Shaking her head and exciting the bathroom, Kellie hurried back to her room to put on a pair of cosy pyjamas which were of a red plaid material. She let her hair down and checked the pile of books to make sure that Wayne's book hadn't moved. She remembered that she had left her clothes in the bathroom, so made her way back across the landing.

Ryder came out of the bathroom with her clothes in his hands. He saw her and held them out to her. She quickly snatched them out of his hands and stared at the white jumper. He glanced at her with disinterest.

"You left them in here," he said with a shrug, before Kellie turned to go.

Going back to her own room, Kellie drew similarities between what had just happened and her weird vision. Deciding she was over-thinking it, she put her clothes on the back of her chair and sat down at her desk. She opened her Algebra book and began the questions on the handout. When she had finished them, she would copy the answers into Wayne's book, copying his handwriting. She was quite good at copying his writing, actually. She had, of course, done his homework for him quite a few times, but only for Math.

Halfway through a question, Kellie jumped as if she had heard a noise. She remembered what she had discussed with Henry just that afternoon. Springing up, she almost ran to her bookshelf and got out the book that told the story of Peter Pan and Wendy. It was a kids book; an illustrated version. She flicked through it and stopped at a full page illustration of Neverland's forest. It looked identical to her dream. Shaking this off, she tried to remind herself that most forests looked like that.

But too many things were adding up for all of this to just be a coincidence.