lost girl

chapter 3

i wake up on my floor, im guessing i fell off my bed. wait this isnt my roo- wait yeah, storybrooke right. were not in new york anymore. i sigh , and go to my luggage. i pick out something pretty basic , a light green t-shirt with a dark shade of blue shorts and clip the front pieces of my hair up, (as usual,) i put on my glasses and go to "my" bathroom and brush my teeth. i go downstairs to go see my parents, they left a note on the fridge, "be back soon xox , mom and dad" okay great, maybe me and john and michael can look around a bit i guess. i go upstairs and shake them to wake them up. "so mom and dad left a note saying they'll be back in a few, so i was thinking we can go out for breakfast and look around a little?" i suggest to them. they both nod their heads. "okay, get ready." i order and go downstairs to wait. in like eight minutes they are done. "ok boys, lets go.". i say , locking the door behind me. the thought crosses my mind ; wait , where am i going for breakfast exactly?? i decide to ask the first person i find, he has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes , and is pretty tall, standing with a girl with a dark pixie cut and a scarf, "hi i just moved here from new york yesterday and i wanted to take my brothers out for breakfast, do you know any places. the girl with the pixie cut smiles, "hi im mary , mary margaret, and this is david, my husband, the closest place is called Granny's, just go straight ahead and turn left and its the first one." "thanks " i say with a smile, "im gianna, by the way." they both smile at me. john, michael, and i go. when we enter, it has bright red boothes with lights over them, beige and white tile and a big counter. a nice old woman with white hair greets us, "hi, take a seat anywhere you like." she says with a smile. i smile back and we sit in the third booth. a boy, around my brothers age comes to our booth. "hello! im henry, are you new here?" he asks. "hi!" michael says. "hello!" john responds. i just smile and say "yeah were new here , we moved here from new york yesterday." he smiles and nods and than goes back to the booth behind us, with emma , and a fairly handsome black haired man dressed in all black. "everyones so friendly here." john whispers, and michael nods in agreement. " i know right?" i whisper back. a tall , long black haired with a red streak girl comes up to our table. "hey im ruby, ready to order?" she says. "uh yeah," i say, "ill take the scrambled eggs and toast and a glass of milk please, and they will take two cream cheesed bagels , and hot cocoa please." i respond for us. "okay." she says with a smile. "would you like cinnamon in youre hot chocolate?" she asks. i look at the boys, they nod their heads yes. "yes please i say and she smilea and gets up to leave. henry, emma and the guy get up to leave, "nice meeting you!" henry smiles. "you too." i smile. michael and john are both staring at the man in all black. probably without thinking, john asks "why are you dressed like that?" to the man, and john and michael giggle. "why are you dressed like that?" he asks taking it into offence. why would they ask that? although, i was wondering myself as well. i still glare at them. "thats killian," henry says, "hes my moms girlfriend." henry says. he smiles, and they walk out. "really guys?, "why are you dressed like that?" i ask. "i dont know he was dressed weird." john responds. i giggle and say "i was wondering too." ruby brings our food, "enjoy!" she smiles. "thanks." i say back , and we eat. when were done sipping the last sips of hot cocoa and milk, i pay and leave a tip and we walk out. "so where do you want to go see?" i ask them. michael points to a shop with the words 'mr. gold, pawnbroker.' "well okay," i say and we go." when we walk in there is a bunch of different objects, from charms, to books, to little bottles, to boxes. at the front desk there stands a decent height wavy brown hair woman and a man with faded dirty blonde hair and a suit. "hello dearie, im mr gold and this is belle." he says. "uh- hi, im gianna and this is john and michael ," signalling my head towards them. " well, its nice to meet you, gianna, john and michael." belle says. john and michael smile and go back to roaming the store. "this has a chip in it!" john says showing a cracked tea cup to mr gold, "do-dont touch that!" mr gold responds. "o-okay." john says. mr gold sighs in relief? i think, and goes back to chatting silently with belle, after roaming the store we decide to go back home. as we walk i find a bright bluish purple bean on the floor, being the curious me, i pick it up without john and michael knowing and slip it in my pocket, to find out what it is later." once we get home, i unlock the door and than lock it, again, and than w ego upstairs in my room. "want to read a book?" john suggests. "sure." i say, and grab my favorite peter pan. as we read we sit with our backs against the wall eating grilled cheese since thats the only thing i can make them for lunch, we read a few more books. i remember the bean in my pocket. "i-im going to go use the bathroom," i say, and go to the bathroom, i take the bean out and examine it, it just looks like a "normal" bean ,besides the colors. what time is it? mom and dad are still not home. i check and its 4:39, that went real quick. when im done examining , i hear the door open and go to see my parents, "hey dad, hey mom." i say. "hey g," they say, john and michael walk in and say "hey." in sync and than giggle. "were going to start on dinner," they say. "okay." i respond. as we wait for dinner , me michael, john, and dad all watch television. "ready!" mom says and hands us our chinese food. we sit and eat with small talk. once were done we all go up to our rooms except mom and dad who watch more television. when i get up to my room its 7:00, i take out the bean again, not changing into pajamas, im too curious to find out. within an full hour of trying to find out what the hell this thing can do, i finally give up and throw it on the floor. suddenly my room starts to shake as i big neon green hole appears like a tornado. i scream. and suddenly my feet are inside, as i struggle to grab a grib of something! anything! right as i reach for the bed i get sucked in, and everything goes black.
i find myself in the middle of a forest floor. what the actual hell just happened? i scream "hELP!" and no one comes. calm down g, calm down. i think. maybe if i just walk i can find somewhere or someone to help me. i walk for like four minutes before i hear footsteps behind me, i turn around to see a fairly tall boy with brownish redish hair and a outfit with layers of dark green shades and browns. "who are you?" i ask quietly with no thinking. "who are you?" he says with a slight british accent. "i-im gianna." i say. "who are you?" i ask again. "peter, peter pan." he responds with a devillike smirk. no way am i in neverland. its impossible. well apparently not. "no way." i say. "so youve heard of me" he says, and suddenly hes right infront of my face. i take a step back, "uh-yes." i say, not knowing what else to say. "well, come with me love." he demands. he doesnt seem like the nice , kind peter pan from the book, quite scary actually. "what if i dont want to and dont call me love." i say. "you dont want to?" he laughs. "well too bad, and i call you whatever i want okay," and suddenly and write by his side and were walking. he has a tight grip on my wrist, i try to pull away lightly, not wanting him to get mad. suddenly i see a campfire. ////////
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