lost girl

chapter 1

"gianna get ready to go!" my mom calls from downstairs. were moving today from new york to storybrooke maine, i never heard of storybrooke up until now. "okay mom!" i shout back. i have all my boxes packed, my room is empty besides the clothes im wearing today; a pale blue t-shirt with a darker shade of blue shorts. i brush the shorter front pieces of my hair up into a clip and brush my teeth.
i am not excited to move, i like it here in new york, i like my house, i like the food, i like everything here. now my parents decide to move to a random town called storybrooke. my two brothers are excited, they say it will be fun to move. where i think the opposite.
i bring the remains of my boxes down stairs into the living room. well the remains of it. my brothers and dad are already in the car ready to go. its just me and my mom. "hi gianna" my mom says. "hey." i say back. "not too excited are you?" mom responds. "no- i mean i am but its just sad leaving new york." i lie. "yeah, but it'll be great in storybrooke just watch." my mom says picking up one of my boxes. hopefully it will be. i sigh and pick up the other, my mom and i bring the boxes into the car and my mom locks the door to my only real home.
my brothers and i sit in the back seat of the jeep. since its a 7 hour drive i decide to sleep. i drift off to the low sounds of the radio.
footsteps, coming from the window. i wake up in a bedroom. white comforter bed with very pale green walls. i decide to go back to sleep and assume it is neighbors or something. but than i hear them again. i slip out of the comforters and go to the window. i open it big enough to stick my head out. and than i see it, or him. hes tall , hes got about four inches on me. he flys toward the window and lifts it open , as wide as possible. i stumble back into my bed and he flys in on the windowsill. "come with me, escape reality , come with me to somewhere you will never have to worry about grown up things again.." "where?" i ask confused. "neverland." he says as he takes my hand...
i wake up in my car with my brothers seated next to me. it was just a dream. "how many hours left?" i ask john, one of my brothers, "two." he replies and than turns his attention back to his book. back in new york , me john and michael all shared a room. i used to read them stories at night, we have every fairytale you could ever imagine, but our favorite out of them all was ; peter pan. i would read it to them the most out of them all. it has always been my favorite. thats the book john is reading right now in the car, i used to read to them. up until now where they know how to read on their own.
two hours and 20 minutes later, we are driving to our house in storybrooke, maine. its beige and white and very basic. nothing like our house in new york. its tall, but average size. in new york we had a small gray house with a big tree my brothers and i always use to climb. i miss it already. me and my dad get out of the car and walk around back to the trunk where he hands me my luggage and two boxes. as he hands my brothers the luggages i start to head inside to our new home.
a fairly tall blonde woman stands in front of the house. "hi im emma. emma swan. im assuming you just moved here?" she smiles at me. "hi im gianna, uh yeah we did from new york." i give her a small smile. "long ride, so what brings you to storybrooke?" she asks. "i dont know really, my parents decided it was time to move, to try something new i guess." i smile slightly. "well ill see you around." she says with a kind smile. "nice meeting you" i say and roll my luggage inside. i spot my mom in the kitchen im guessing. "hey, wheres my room?" i ask. "im going to unpack all my stuff." i say. "from here, go upstairs, the second room to the right." she says. "okay thanks mom." i answer and head to my new room.
it has a queen bed in the right corner with white comforters and pale green walls. just like my dream? thats weird.
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IS IT GOOD GUYS SHOULD I KEEP GOING?? ITS BASED ON PETER PAN FROM ONCE UPON A TIME IF YOU WATCH. BY THE WAY ITS ON LOWER CASE ON PURPOSE. ILY GUYS BYE.
-gianna(: