Goldilocks

Chapter 1

Emma's POV

Hook, David, Regina, and I went up from the cellar to the farm house. We were hoping to find out who the wicked witch of the west truly was. We all knew that she had just arrived, and also that she fit in very well with all of the other people in Storybrooke. The witch could have given herself power, money, and anything else she desired when she arrived, but we still couldn't seem to find her.  So far the farm house was our only help. Only a red bike, that was against the wall, lingered outside the home. The door was locked but the place was old so David broke it down easily. It was rusty and dirty inside, "Why would anyone want to live in this dump?" I asked as I analyzed the kitchen. There were only a few bananas, apples, some biscuits on a counter, and water in a cup. "Are you sure she lives here? If it were me, I would put myself in luxury," said Hook. Regina went into the living room and spotted a few books pulled of the dusty bookshelf, but these books weren't that dusty. "Well, we know what she's been reading." I glanced at a book Regina picked up, "Fairytales? Why would she read those?" Regina replied, "Maybe to know our 'past'." Hook and I then went up the creaking steps into a bedroom, but there was nothing except a briefcase. We brought it down to the rest of our group, "What do you think could be in it?" "Anything." Hook opened it up, the few items inside included a journal, pencil, and a tiny vessel of ocean water on a chain. We looked inside the journal, but there were only sketches.

Snow's POV

I went to Granny's cafe to talk to Zelena, but Zelena called and cancelled. So I decided to order some food as I glanced around the diner. I noticed an unfamiliar face in one of the booths. Red, the waitress, walked over to take my order, "Who is that over there? I've never seen her." Red glanced over at the girl, "Don't know!" I sighed and went over to the mysterious girl. "Hi! My name is Snow White. May I sit here?" The girl responded, "Go ahead." The girl was reading a book that didn't show a title, so I didn't know what could be inside the book. "I don't believe I have ever seen you before. What is your name?" The girl put down the book, "Here I go by Charlotte." "What's your real name?" She sighed, "No one of importance. No one would know me." I was a bit getting suspicious, "How come I've never seen you?" "I don't 'socialize' much. I live out in a farm house a few miles from here, just outside of town." I looked at the young girl more closely; she wore a leather jacket with an old shirt, and leather pants with combat boots. She had a blue stone necklace, brown hair that shined gold in the light, and electric eyes that were green like the forest. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" She smiled and looked down, "14." That's about the same age as my grandson and Emma's son, Henry. "What do you know about the Wicked Witch?"

David walked into our apartment where I was sitting on a stool, "We saw a farm house. It was abandoned and we believe that the witch lives there." "I know who lives there. I don't think she is a witch though." David looked confused, "How do you know?" I responded, "I talked to her today. I saw a girl at Granny's and she said she lived in a farm house a few miles from Storybrooke." "Well who is she?" I sighed sighed, "She didn't give me her real name, just the name she was given here, and it's Charlotte. She says she has heard of the witch but hasn't met her to her knowledge." David sighed, "Are you sure it wasn't her? It makes sense!" "David, she's only 14! She doesn't even go to school let alone make a curse! David it isn't her." David looked down, "Okay."

Emma's POV

I bumped into Snow, or Mary Margaret, as I walked down the street, "Did David tell you?" "Yeah, he did. And I know who actually lives there." We walked into the diner and Charlotte, the mysterious girl, was there. "Who is she really?" "She won't say. Maybe she'll tell you, so go and talk to her," she said. I sat down at the same booth as Charlotte. "Hey, I'm Emma and I heard you live in that farm house? Well, we thought the witch did, so if you would give us information that would be really helpful!" Charlotte laid back on the seat, "I don't know anything about her! I have heard of her but I haven't actually met her." I sighed, "Can you at least give us your name?" Charlotte laughed a bit, "You wouldn't know me. I'm not important!" I was getting a bit more stressed, "Look, we either do this the easy way or my way so I suggest that you give us some information and fast or this is going down-hill." Charlotte smiled, "You wouldn't use my information. Trust me I'm saving you time!"

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After the diner closed, Charlotte went on a walk on the beach; she sat down and watched the ocean waves. Hook, who had just listened to Emma's description of their useless conversation, came and sat next to her. She had no idea who he was because she didn't see his hook nor recognize his face. "So I've heard that your hard to get across to right?" She smiled, "Pretty much." Hook smiled, "So Charlotte? It's a pirate's name. Do you know much about pirates?" She smiled and held her knees, "I wish I was a pirate. I could be free on the ocean and be a captain. I would always traveling to different worlds...being me." Hook looked down at her, "Not many people would see a pirate life as an option for them. They think it's too dangerous or that they are just dumb." She shook her head. "They got it all wrong." They just sat there together, staring into the ocean.

Charlotte went back to the farm house late that night and grabbed one of her books that had torn out pages from many other books. Most were missing pages from Henry's story book; it was the story about Goldilocks.