Morgan. Her name was Morgan, she had to remember it, she had to tell Emma, she had...

When I woke it was about 4 A.M. Great, I had about 5 hours to do nothing just because my sleep schedule sucks; seriously, I don't know how I manage to stay awake through the day with like, 3 hours of restless sleep.

I got up and decide to take a shower. As I entered the bathroom the first thing that I saw was my own reflection at the sink's mirror. My hair was a burnt red mess, it was wavy and mid-length so it looked like a lion's mane, my eyes were red and irritated from the sudden light, highlighting the iris, it had a weird effect because my eyes would be generally called blue, well one is a very light shade of blue while the other was dark shade of blue and green, which made my eye look like it's always in the less bright side. It also looked like my nose had been punched, my freckles looked even more present and my mouth was terribly sore due to compulsive bites. I was a mess.

It took me about one hour to leave the shower and to try to fix my face and hair; it was decent enough to go out for school. I changed into my favourite ripped jeans jumpsuit and snickers for the moment. My mother hated that jumpsuit, since I went out with it almost every day and it had ink spread all over it, since I used it while I painted. If there's something that I do better than everything is painting and drawing but I'm often way too lazy for that, but I was in the mood that day, so I pulled out some canvas out of my wardrobe and started some sketches and continued them with ink anyway.

I was at the middle of the painting when I heard someone knocking on my door. I got up and realised that there was even more ink on the jumpsuit; oil paint, my mother was going to kill me.

I opened the door an there was Henry, looking like he's just woke up.

"Hey kid" I said as I dishelved his hair even more and leaned on the archway.

"Morning Liv, mom's asking if you're going down for breakfast" He said sleepy.

"Tell her I'll be right there" I said and watched him walk away.

Morgan was 7 years old when her father got caged, and now she had to live in Snow White and Prince Charming's castle, but she felt like nobody there really wanted her there, after all who said it would be easy being the dark one's daughter...

I decide to go to school by long board that day, since I had to drop by at Granny's to pick up my stuff, so there I was skating through Storybrook listening to "Five Colours in Her Hair". I had agreed to meet up with Henry at his castle after school.

Morgan sat by the window of her room when Snow White entered slowly and moved to sit beside the ginger.

"Enjoying the view?" She asked.

"It's beautiful indeed" Morgan said as she brushed a white strand of hair among the red ones from her face.

Snow took in the sight of the girl, she was small, skinny, she was wearing leather pants, boots, a white V loose shirt and some rings, the kid's hair was dark red with several white strands of hair coming from her roots itself and her eyes shone with some weird light, her voice was husky. Peculiar, that was a word that suited the girl...

I sat beside Henry at the castle while we, or better, he analysed the book. I could understand why he quickly associated everyone with some fairytale character, the illustrations were very good and they really resembled some of Storybrook's residents. Henry was mumbling something about Snow White and Prince Charming when one of the characters in the open book's image caught my attention. It was a little girl, that was for sure, but she was the only woman in the image that wasn't wearing a dress.

"Do you know who she is?" I asked as I pointed her out in the image.

"Oh, her name is Morgan" He looked at me and smiled "She is a... weird character, I mean she has appeared out of order in the book" He scrunched his nose "When she appeared as Morgan Blake early in the book she was about 18, but now her name is only Morgan and apparently she's like 7..."

"That's... confusing indeed" I said in a low, husky voice "But uh, do you have any idea of who she is in here?" I asked him.

"It's funny how you haven't noticed it yet" I looked at him uncertain "She's you" He said it as if it was the most normal thing ever. I faced him

"No way" I literally didn't know why I was her, you see the paintings were very similar but she didn't look like me at all.

"Well, doubt as much as you want, but you'll see I'm right" He said rolling his eyes, and I realised that I wouldn't change his mind about it.

"Okay then" He looked at me surprised "So, what do you know about her? Besides the fact that she's a sort of time traveller"

"Well, so far I know that she ended up living with Snow White and Prince Charming for almost a year after her father got caged" He pointed out "before that, the Evil Queen wanted to take her away for some reason, maybe for a leverage..." He trailed off.

"Who's her father?" I asked curious.

"Rumplestiltskin" He said as I looked at him incredulously "What? Okay, let me put this clear, she's not his daughter by blood, he adopted her when she was just a baby, but there are almost no details about her in the book"

"So what does make you believe that I'm her?" I asked as I raised my eyebrows.

"I don't know" I laughed "Make as much fun as you want, but I don't know why, I think is just because no other character fits you like her.."

"Okay then" I looked at my watch and I saw it was already late, I turned around and saw that the sun was setting behind us "C'mon kid, we should go home"

I have to remember when I wake up, I have to tell Emma, I have to...