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Chapter 2 Walking inside Storybrooke Elementary-Middle School for the second time that day Henry practically dragged the blonde five year old down the hallway in search of his Grandmother’s classroom. Lily seemed to find it all to be great fun as she was giggling excited behind him as she attempted to keep up with his fast pace. Henry on the other hand was completely freaking out. He needed to get to his Grandmother and quickly. After everything that had happened to him since he had brought his birth mother,Emma, home to Storybrooke finding his future daughter while sitting at Granny’s Diner really shouldn’t faze him. He w

This is set during season 3. Pan never took over Henry’s body and the second curse never happened, yet. Summary: Henry meets a cute little five year old claiming to be lost and demanding to know why he has her Daddy's storybook. Chapter 1 “Hi!” Henry jumped slightly at the overly cheerful voice startled him out of reading his storybook. Looking up Henry came face to face with wide dark brown eyes and blonde princess curls pinned up in cute little pigtails surrounding the baby face of a little girl who appeared to be about five years old. Henry blinked up at her. “Uh Hi,” he said with uncertainty clouding his

I'm not pretty, I'm not smart, But I'm Me. I'm not an artest, I'm not a writer, poet or song writer, I can't play instruments, or sing the songs, But then again I'm just me. I don't play sports, For there no fun. I sit and hide, while they all have fun, For I'm just me. I'm not funny, for jokes are beyond me, I'm not nice, for I'm to blunt, to be, Then again thats me. Noe you know, Who and what, I am, So just excepted me, The way I am.

Where Upon the Cloud I sit, Dreaming Sweet dreams of love, Until my hearts content.

Here upon the cloud I sit, Watching as the world spins. People walk among the streets, Going about their lives as, If all was so sweet. And much to my surprise, I started to seeing dark clouds rolling in, It saddens me to watch, Dark days come to pass, Light is pushed to the side. I lost hope when people changed, And let their difference get in the way. I watch in transfixed horror, As humans sought destruction and disorder. Abserving as humans destroyed the forests, Taking the beautiful lakes away, Turning then into parking lots and shopping malls, Seeing how people who were different, Become shunned and scorned. Just when