For the past 10 years of my life, I was living with my adoptive mother, Regina Mills. When I was six years old, she told me that I was adopted, and that my biological mother didn't want me so she gave up on me right after giving birth to me. I always wanted to know who was my real mother, and know why she gave up on me.

That was one of the reasons.

I took busses to get to Boston and I had to say, it was a long ride but I had my book to read, it was something that my teacher, Mary Margaret Blanchard gave me not long ago. It was a fairy book, at first I thought it was just some book for me to read but then I realized it was something much more.

"Is that a good book?" I heard a woman's voice, pulling me from my thoughts as I stared into one of the pages of the book. I looked up at the woman who talked to me to see she was smiling at me.

I smiled a small smile. "This? It's more than just a book."

The woman chuckled. "Oh."

"Boston sub-station. Thank you for riding Greyhound," Announcer said.

I got up my seat, grabbing my backpack. I get off the bus and walked around when I spot a cab. I walked over to the taxi and I knocked on the window. The driver rolled down the window and looked at me.

I pulled out Ms. Blanchard's credit card. "Uh, do you take Credit Cards?"

"Where to little lady?" the driver asked.

...

I walk down the hall and looked for door 205. I stopped when I found it and reached over to it. I looked at the bell to see it was a little bit high for me. I jumped and was able to ring the doorbell.

A woman with blonde long hair wearing a pink dress opened the door. She looked left and right before looking down, finally knowing who rang the bell. "Uh . . . can I help you?"

"Are you - Are you Emma Swan?" I asked.

"Yeah," the woman told me. "Who are you?"

"My name's Rose," I answered, smiling a small smile. "I'm your daughter."

Mom frowned, staring at me in shock.

I slipped under Mom's arm into the apartment.

Mom closed the door, following me with her eyes. "Whoa, hey, kid! Kid! I don't have a daughter." I walked around, looking at her house. "Where are your parents?"

I turned to face Mom. "Ten years ago, did you give up a baby girl for adoption?" She looked at me with wide eyes. "That was me."

Mom held a finger at me. "Give me a minute."

Mom turned around, walking toward a room, closing the door.

I walked up to the fridge, opening it. "Hey, do you have any juice?" I looked inside and found some. "Never mind. Found some."

I pulled it out and put it on the table. I sat down on a chair, drinking some of the juice.

Mom walked out of the room, carefully walking toward me.

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, looking at her. "You know, we should probably get going."

Mom crossed her arms over her chest. "Going where?"

"I want you to come home with me," I told her.

Mom raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. "Okay, kid, I'm calling the cops."

Mom walked past me, grabbing the phone.

I turned in my seat to look at her "And I'll tell them you kidnapped me."

Mom looked at me. "And they'll believe you because I'm your birth mother."

"Yep," I told her.

Mom tilted her head, studying me. "You're not gonna do that."

I smirked. "Try me."

Mom smirked. "You're pretty good, but here's the thing. There's not a lot I'm great at in life, but I have one skill. It's called a superpower. I can tell when anyone is lying, and you, kid, are."

Mom looked back at her phone and started to dial the police number.

"Wait," I told her, getting off the chair. Mom looked at me. "Please don't call the cops. Please come home with me."

"Where's home?" Mom asked.

"Storybrooke, Maine," I told her.

"Storybrooke?" Mom asked. "Seriously?"

"Mm-hmm," I hummed, nodding.

Mom sighed. "Alrighty, then. Let's get you back to Storybrooke." Mom walked past me. I grinned, turning to follow her. Mom stopped, looking at me. "First, let me change."

I nodded.

Mom walked away.

...

It didn't took long for both of us to head to Storybrooke. The ride was quiet.

I looked at Mom. "I'm hungry. Can we stop somewhere?"

"This is not a road trip," Mom told me. "We're not stopping for snacks."

I tilted my head. "Why not?"

"Quit complaining, kid," Mom told me. "Remember, I could've put your butt on a bus, I still could."

"You know, I have a name," I told her. "It's Rose."

Mom sighed.

I looked down at my book, opening it to read of the stories; Prince Charming and Snow White.

Mom looked down at my book, looking at the road. "What's that?"

"I'm not sure you're ready," I told her.

"Ready for some fairy tales?" Mom asked.

"They're not fairy tales," I told her. "They're true. Every story in this book actually happened."

"Of course they did," She told me.

"Use your superpower," I told her. "See if I'm lying."

Mom looked over at me as if to scan me for lies, looking at the road. "Just because you believe something doesn't make it true."

"That's exactly what makes it true," I told her. "You should know more than anyone."

"Why is that?" Mom asked.

"Because you're in this book," I answered.

Mom looked at me, looking at the road. "Oh, kid. You've got problems."

I smiled. "Yup. And you're going to fix them."

I looked at the book and continued to read the story of Prince Charming and Snow White.

...

It started to rain as we drive into Storybrooke. We entered to town.

Mom drove down the main street of the town. "Okay, kid, how about an address?"

"Forty-four, not-telling-you street," I told her sarcastically.

Mom stopped the car in the middle of the street, getting out, slamming the door shut.

I got out of the car.

Mom sighed, trying to stay calm. "Look." I walked around the front of the car, standing next to her. "It's been a long night. And it's almost." She looked up at the frozen clock tower. "Eight-fifteen?"

"That clock hasn't moved my whole life," I told her. "Time's frozen here."

"Excuse me?" Mom asked.

"The Evil Queen did it with her curse," I explained. "She sent everyone from the Enchanted Forest here."

"Hang on," Mom told me. "The Evil Queen sent a bunch of fairytale characters here?"

"Yeah," I told her. "And now they're trapped."

"Frozen in time, stuck in Storybrooke, Maine," Mom listed. "That's what you're going with?"

"It's true," I told her.

"Then, why doesn't everybody just leave?" Mom asked.

"They can't," I answered. "If they try, bad things happen."

"Rose," I heard a man's voice. I turned my head and saw my Therapist Archie, who walking up with his dog, Pongo. "What are you doing here? Is everything all right?"

I patted Archie's dog. "I'm fine, Archie."

Archie looked at my Mom, frowning, looking at me. "Who's this?"

"Just someone trying to give her a ride home," Mom told him.

I stood next to Mom, smiling. "She's my Mom, Archie."

"Oh . . ." Archie trailed off. "I see."

"You know where she lives?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, sure, just uh, right up on Mifflin Street," Archie told her. "The Mayor's house is the biggest one on the block."

I looked down at the ground.

Mom looked at me. "You're the Mayor's kid?"

"Maybe," I muttered.

"Hey, where were you today, Rose?" Archie asked. "Because you missed our session."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," I told him. "I went on a field trip."

Archie sighed, kneeling down in front of me. "Rose, what'd I tell you about lying? Giving in to one's dark side never accomplishes anything."

"O-kay," Mom told us. "Well, I really should be getting her home."

Archie stood up. "Yeah. Sure. Well, listen, have a good night, and uh." He looked down at me. "You be good, Rose."

Archie turned around, walking away, leaving.

Mom turned to me. "So, that's your shrink."

"I'm not crazy," I told her.

"Didn't say that," Mom told me, shrugging. "Just . . . he doesn't seem cursed to me. Maybe he's just trying to help you."

"He's the one who needs help," I told her. "Because he doesn't know."

"That he's a fairytale character?" Mom asked.

"None of them do," I told her. "They don't remember who they are."

I walked back to the other side of the car.

"Convenient," Mom said. "All right. I'll play. Who's he supposed to be?"

"Jiminy Cricket," I answered.

"Right," Mom told me. "The lying thing. Thought your nose grew a little bit."

"I'm not Pinocchio!" I told her, getting inside the car.

"Of course you're not," Mom told me. "'Cause that would be ridiculous."

Mom got in the car, driving me home.

...

Mom parked outside my house.

We got out the car, walking up to the door.

"Please don't take me back there," I told her.

Mom unlocked the gate. "I have to. I'm sure your parents are worried sick about you."

"I don't have parents," I told her. "I just have a Mom, and she's evil."

We stopped walking.

Mom looked down at me. "Evil? That's a bit extreme, isn't it?"

"She is," I told her. "She doesn't love me, she only pretends to."

"Kid," Mom told me, sighing, kneeling down to get eye level with me. "I'm sure that's not true."

The front door opened.

Regina and Sheriff Graham came out.

"Rose?" Regina asked. She ran toward me. Her voice broke. "Rose!" She hugged me. I hugged her back. "Ohh. Are you okay?" She let go of me. I looked up at my Mom, looking at Regina. "I was so worried. Where have you been? What happened?"

"I found my real Mom," I told them.

I ran inside the house, running up to my room.

Third Person's POV

Regina looked at Emma, surprised. "You're Rose's birth mother?"

Emma smiled a small smile. "Hi."

"I'll . . ." Sheriff Graham trailed off. "Just . . . go check the girl, make sure she's okay."

Graham walked inside the house.

Rose's POV

I laid on my bed.

Graham came into my room. "Hey kid, you okay?"

"Yeah," I told him. "Just tired."

Graham nodded. "If you want to talk you can always come to me."

I smiled at Graham. "Thanks, uncle Graham."

Graham smiled. "I'll go tell your mother."

Graham walked away, leaving.

Graham wasn't my uncle, but I like to call him like that and he's fine with that. He always listens to me and helps me in some of my homework. He's a good friend.

Third Person's POV

Emma and Regina went to Regina's office. Emma stood in the foyer and Regina entered with a set of glasses.

"How did she find me?" Emma asked her.

"No idea," Regina answered. "When I adopted her, she was only three weeks old. Records were sealed, I was told the birth mother didn't want to have any contact."

"You were told right," Emma told her.

"And the father?" Regina asked.

"There was one," Emma answered.

"Do I need to be worried about him?" Regina asked.

"Nope," Emma answered. "Doesn't even know."

Regina held a glass toward Emma. "Do I need to be worried about you, Miss Swan?"

Emma took the glass. "Absolutely not."

Graham came down the stairs. "Madam Mayor, you can relax. Other than being a tired little girl, Rose's fine."

"Thank you, Sheriff," Regina told him.

Graham nodded, walking out, leaving.

Emma and Regina made their way into a sitting room.

"I'm sorry she dragged you out of your life," Regina told her. "I really don't know what's gotten into her."

"Kid's having a rough time," Emma told her. "Happens."

"You have to understand, ever since I became mayor, balancing things has been tricky," Regina told her. "You have a job, I assume?"

"Uh, I keep busy," Emma answered. "Yeah."

"Imagine having another one on top of it," Regina told her. "That's being a single Mom. So I push forward. Am I strict? I suppose. But I do it for her own good. I want Rose to excel in life. I don't think that makes me evil, do you?"

"I'm . . ." Emma trailed off. "Sure she's just saying that because of the fairytale thing."

"What fairytale thing?" Regina asked.

"Oh, you know, her book," Emma told her. "How she thinks everyone's a cartoon character from it. Like her shrink is Jiminy Cricket."

"I'm sorry," Regina told her. "I really have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know what, it's none of my business," Emma told her. "She's your kid. And I really should be heading back," Emma said.

"Of course," Regina told her.

After Regina and Emma said goodbye, Emma left, turning around briefly to find Rose watching her from her bedroom window.

...

Rose's POV

After my Mom left last night, I didn't really had much of a sleep. I felt weird, like soemthing happened, or something like that.

Finally when the morning came, I changed my PJ's to my clothes for today.

I walked to Regina's bedroom and looked inside to see she was still a sleep.

I smiled, closing the door quietly before walking down the stairs with my backpack and headed to the front door. I walked out and decided to go to the playground by the beach.

...

I was at the playground for two or three hours, watching the ocean when footsteps approach. I glanced over to see it was Mom. She sat down next to me as I looked back forward.

"You left this in my car," Mom told me. I looked down to see she was holding my book. She handed it to me. I didn't say anything, looking back forward at the clock tower. "Still hasn't moved, huh?"

"I was hoping that when I brought you back, things would change here," I told her. "That the final battle will begin."

"I'm not fighting any battles, hon," Mom told me.

"Yes, you are," I told her, looking up at her. "You're here because it's your destiny. You're going to bring back the happy endings."

"Can you cut it with the book crap?" Mom asked.

"You don't have to be hostile," I told her. "I know you like me, I can tell. You're just . . . pushing me away because I make you feel guilty. It's okay. I finally know why you gave me away. You wanted to give me my best chance."

Mom stared at me for a moment, looking away, blinking. "How do you know that?"

"The same reason Snow White gave you away," I told her.

Mom sighed, looking down at me. "Listen to me, kid. I am not in any book. I'm a real person. And I'm no savior. You were right about one thing, though. I wanted you to have your best chance. But it's not with me."

I frowned, staring at her.

Mom got off. "C'mon, let's go."

I stood up. "Please don't take me back there. Just stay with me for one week, that's all I ask." Mom walked away. I ran up to catch her. "One week, and you'll see I'm not crazy."

"I have to get you back to your Mom," Mom told me.

"You don't know what it's like with her," I told her. "My life sucks."

Mom stopped walking, turning to look down at me. "Oh, you wanna know what sucking is? Being left abandoned on the side of a freeway. My parents didn't even bother to drop me off at a hospital. I ended up in a foster system and I had a family until I was three but then they had their own kid so they sent me back." Mom sighed. "Look . . ." She knelt down to see me eye to eye. "Your Mom is trying her best. I know it's hard. And I know sometimes you think she doesn't love you. But at least she wants you."

"Your parents didn't leave you on the side of the freeway," I told her. "That's just where you came through."

"What?" Mom asked.

"The wardrobe," I told her. "When you went through the wardrobe you appeared on the side of the street. Your parents were trying to save you from the curse."

"Sure they were," Mom told me. She chuckled, sighing, standing up. "C'mon, Rose."

Mom turned around, walking toward her car.

I went to Mom's side, taking her hand, surprising her.

...

Mom drove me back home.

Regina opened the door, walking outside.

I ran inside the house, running upstairs. I walked into my room, opening the window to listen to Mom and Regina's conversation.

"Thank you," Regina told her.

"No problem," Mom told her.

"She seems to have taken quite a shine to you," Regina told her.

Mom chuckled. "You know it seems kind of crazy. Yesterday was my birthday. And . . . when I blew out the candle on this cupcake I bought myself, I actually made a wish. That I didn't have to be alone on my birthday. And then Rose showed up -"

"I hope there's no misunderstanding here," Regina told her.

"I'm sorry?" Mom asked.

"Don't mistake all of this as invitation back into her life," Regina told her.

Mom looked surprised. "Oh."

"Miss Swan, you made a decision ten years ago," Regina told her. "And in the last decade, while you've been . . . well, who knows that you've been doing . . . I've changed every diaper, soothed every fever, endured every tantrum. You may have given birth to her, but she is my daughter."

"I was not -" Mom started.

"No," Regina told her. "You don't get to speak . . . you don't get to do anything. You gave up that right when you tossed her away. Do you know what a closed adoption is? It's what you asked for. You have no legal right to Rose, and you're gonna be held to that. So I suggest you get in your car, and you leave this town. Because if you don't, I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do. Goodbye, Miss Swan."

I quickly closed my window, laying down on my bed with my back to the door. I heard Regina come in and then leave.

...

Already evening and I was sitting at my window watching outside looking over the town and at the clock tower.

Just then an arm on the clock moved.

I stick my head out the window. I smiled and my hair blow in the wind.

I knew from that moment on that things were going to be better.