This was a suggestion I got on storytelling and I decided to go for it. For the most part, this will be the same, one or two extended scenes, and did some editing. Let me know what you think of the new version!

Chapter 1:

Tears are blinding my vision, but I continue on driving. Teeth clenched together, I grip the steering wheel as I press forward. Dark hair obscures my vision, and I angrily wipe it out of my eyes. My body is screaming for sleep. I have been driving now for almost seven hours. I have a suitcase in the trunk full of clothes. The back seat is filled with a box of a few of my belongings. On my passenger's seat, I have a map to help guide me along. I am not sure where my final destination is or what I'll do when I get there, but for now, I need to keep moving.

Paranoid, I keep glancing at my wallet in my cup holder. For almost two years, I have saved up cash from little odd jobs before finally picking up and leaving my home for good. In that wallet is all of my cash, and a credit card as well. It's cost me over two hundred dollars, this little journey of mine, to have driven as far as I have, but that's fine. I just need to put enough distance between myself and them. It's been almost a week since my escape. The time on the radio says its just after seven.

My body aches. I cannot spend another night in this cramped little car of mine. I make a sharp turn, and I find myself driving through what looks like the woods. I am now traveling on a little background, not daring to travel on the high way. I have been determined to avoid them since the start of my little journey. There are almost no lights in the heavily wooded area. This makes me a little nervous. Up ahead, I see a white sign.

'Odd' I think to myself.

I grab the map as I pull of to the side of the road. The headlights of my car shine off the little white sign in front of my car. Strange enough, or at least I think it's strange, it looks like the sign is placed right above a well.

'Welcome to Storybrooke' it reads. I grab the map to try and find the little town on the map. Little towns such as Essex and Saratoga pop up, but nothing about a Storybrooke. Hoping to stop in and find a little hotel room for a few days, I decide to visit the little town. I can afford to sleep in a real bed for a few days. The aches in my body almost sigh in relief. Pulling back onto the road, I drive until I reach the little town known as Storybrooke. Not far into it, I see a little sign for 'Granny's Bed & Breakfast', and I follow the signs.

While driving through, I pass through what I guess to be is the town center. There is a tower with a big clock, time reading 7:30. There is absolutely no sign of life, except for a man with a large umbrella walking a Dalmatian. I can help but smirk at the sight. I'm not sure why he needs an umbrella at night when it isn't even raining.

"No wonder this place isn't on the map" I mutter to myself as I pull up next to man. He is kind of funny looking with big glasses and a tuff of orange hair on top of a balding head.

"Hi there" I say, rolling down my window, "Could you give me some directions. I'm a little lost"

"Sure thing" he beams down at me. The dog gets close to window and begins sniffing my car. "Where are you headed?"

"I'm looking for a place called Granny's"

"Oh, well you are in luck because it is actually just right up main street" he says with another big smile, "Just make a left at the end of street and it'll take you right there!"

"Got it. Thank you very much, sir" I give him a tight lipped smile. He nods and continues walking. His dog, obviously disinterested, doesn't need much coaxing to be pulled away.

Thinking the entire encounter was a little strange, I continued on with my little journey. It takes about ten minutes, but soon enough, I am in front of a rather large house, the title reading, 'Granny's Bed & Breakfast'. There is a little patio out in front and it gives the place an very old-fashioned, homey feel. Parking my car, I get out and head to the front of the house, dodging the overgrown shrubbery in the way. I feel butterflies in my stomach as I notice the place looks deserted. Opening the door, I am surprised that it is so heavy, and I unintentionally slam the door behind me. I set my heavy suitcase down and look around the place. I can't help but notice how much dust is everywhere.

"So, you were out all last night and now you're going out again!" comes the voice of an older woman.

"I should have moved to Boston" a younger woman's voice snarls back.

"Well, I am so sorry that my heart attack interfered with your plans too…" the older woman comes into view and stops at the sight of me.

"Hi' I say, feeling awkward, "I'd like a room"

"Really" the woman gasps. She has a kind face and long white hair that is clipped to the top of her head. Behind her, a very pretty girl dressed in red and black comes into view. She has jet black hair with red streaks all the way through it.

"How long will you be with us" the older woman beams at me, "And would you like a forest view or a square view? Normally, there's an upgrade fee for the square view, but since rent is due, I'll waive it'

"Uh, square is fine" I say with a small shrug, "And I'll be here for a week. Only a week"

"Sure thing hun" the woman, Granny says as she pulls out a dusty old book. Pulling on a pair of glasses, she looks back up at me. "And your name please"

I hesitate for a moment. "Jenna. Jenna Black"

"Jenna" an entirely new voice says.

I turn around to see a middle aged gentleman standing behind me. He has on what looks to be a very expensive suit. His features can only be described as sharp, and his features are accentuated by the length of his brown hair, which is longer than most gentlemen his age. I don't know where he came from, and from the looks of Granny and the other girl, who has now retreated to the back room again, neither do they.

"Jenna" he says again, 'Did you know that Jenna means to be white, or fair. Another interpretations is 'little bird'. Like a little white dove"

"Uh, thanks" I say, and he flashes a grin at me.

"It's all here" Granny says from behind her desk as she extends a hand towards him. My eyes widen at the large roll of money in her hand. The man behind me quickly steps in front of me to snatch it out of Granny's hand.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure it is dear" he says, his voice coming out in what sounds like a hiss. He soon turns back to me. "I have always had a fascination with names. Yours fits you very nicely"

I nod at him, noticing the rising tension in the room. Plus, I just don't know how to respond to that comment.

"Enjoy your stay, Jenna" he remarks before turning around on a black cane that looks as expensive as his suit.

He walks towards the door and as he opens it, he makes eye contact with the girl in the back room. She is frozen in place, the expression on her face a mixture of fear and curiosity. He gives her a slight nod before exiting the building. The entire building seems to sign with relief.

"Whose that?" I ask.

"Mr. Gold" the girl is now peering out the window curtain, obviously watching the man as he leaves. "He owns the place"

"He owns the inn?"

"No, the town" Granny seems to still be trying to shake off the effect of the unwelcome visitor as she reaches into a cup board and pulls out a key. It is very old fashioned, which is a bit of a surprise to me.

"So, you'll be with is a week then?" Granny says as she marks this down in her little book.

"Yes, only a week" my voice comes out a little choked. I can't help it. After being on the road for so long, I am still a little emotional.

"Oh!" Granny gasps as she reaches for my hand, "Honey are you okay?"

"Don't worry about it I say" I hold my breath and pinch my nose to prevent anymore tears from coming out. The girl in the other room is still to busy staring out the window to notice. I am silently grateful for this.

"Well, here's your key" Granny presses the old looking key into my hand, "Your room is on the second floor. Why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep. You look like you've had a long night"

I give her soft smile before pulling out a fifty dollar bill and my credit card. I am grateful that Granny is offering my a special for fifty dollars for two nights. Picking my suitcase back up, I go up the stairs, looking for room 715. Except for an older couple and a lone man, the floor is virtually empty. This is fine with me. Once I find my room, I quickly shut and lock the door behind me. Not bothering to disrobe, I simply take off my jacket and slip under the covers, thankful to have a real bed again, even if its just for a little while.