OOOOOPPPSS shouldn't be writiting two new stories at the same time but this idea just popped into my head and I had to write it and i'm gonna really try to update two stories but it will be harder. Maybe you guys don't even like this idea haha.. okay yeah.

anyway, it will mainly show Emma and Regina through certain points in their life and how their relationship develop.

Let me know what you think and I know this one is short but others will be longer.

Hope you enjoy,

xx

When I first met Regina I was seven years old and she was eleven. I was very little but I remember it like yesterday.
I was in the foster system back then. I was a small girl and my short blonde hair and blue eyes made me seem cute, but I quickly learned that if you want to survive here, you have to be tough and not let other people think they can be the boss of you.

"Emmaaaaaa" someone near my ear screamed as I covered them with both my hands. "Emmaaaa kissed a boy, Emmaaa is in love" The girl next to me screamed.

Her name was Alice and I had known her for about two months now. I was pretty new to this foster center, just came from another family. Things had been rough since I was moved from my original family at the age of three. Now I was going from one family to the other, always in one family for only a couple of days or weeks. It was a different form of foster care and I didn't like it one bit. I just wanted a mom and dad. Was that really too much to ask for?

"Emma!" Alice said again as she harshly pulled away the hands from ears. She was older than me so she didn't need much strength to do so.

"What was it like?" The blonde girl asked as she looked down at me. "Was he good?"

I shook my head no and she frowned. "But the others say he's a really good kisser, you must be really bad at it." She said as she placed her hands on her hips, indicating that she was right. Alice could be real mean sometimes.

At that point Rick entered when he caught me he smiled. "Hey Emma." He said as he walked over to me.

Alice clapped her hands. "Kiss again. Kiss again. I want to see it." I immediately walked backwards. "I don't want to do it again."

Rick only stepped closer to me again. "Aww, you didn't like it, did you Emma?" again I shook my head no.

I didn't really know much about Rick. Only that his name was Rick and he was thirteen. He had been in the foster house for over two years without ever leaving I didn't really know why people didn't want him back then but I knew he had some problems with anger control. Rick told me that it was normal to kiss, that people did it every day and that he had kissed all the girls in the foster house. So I told him okay. But I had no idea how to kiss and when he told me that I was really bad at it I ran away crying. Not because he said I was bad at it but because I didn't want this. I never wanted to kiss a boy again.

He now stepped up to me and looked really angry. "Well than that's your problem because we are going to kiss again." He moved towards to me really fast and the only thing I had learned to do in my time in the foster homes was punch. So I did. I punched him really hard and he fell to the floor.

"You bitch!" he screamed as he was getting up again.

"Shut up!" I screamed now as the tears started to prick in my eyes.

"Watch your language, Emma!" The boss of the house said as she walked closer to the three of us. She eyed us over briefly, I was crying and Rick still seemed to be in intense pain. Alice just pulled a sad face like she was the victim of all of this. It annoyed me. But the boss didn't seem to care about whatever it was that was going on, she pretended that it was nothing.

"Yes Miss Johnson" I said while I looked down onto the floor.

The bell rang and we all rushed towards the main room. We knew that if the bell rang we all had to stand there, acting all sweet (even Rick) because it could mean that someone would take us, that we could get away from this hell. But this time we were stopped by the boss (we used to call her that).

"No. Not today. Emma, come with me." I raised one of my eyebrows but followed Miss Johnson anyways. Everything was better than staying with Alice, Rick and the other children.

Before Miss Johnson opened the door she looked down at me. "You are going with this family for a week. Then you'll be placed in another foster home in Maine."

I had no idea where Maine was so I just nodded.

Next thing I know the door was pulled open and a family walked in. There were a mother and a father but as far as I could see, no other children. I frowned, I always liked it when there were other kids too, that meant I got to play with them too. Then the mother looked behind her and smiled.

"Don't be so shy sweetheart, come on." The mother turned around and pushed a small girl in front of her.

Unfortunately she didn't even look at me, she just looked at the ground in boredom.

The mother smiled at me and held out her hand which I shook. "My name is Cora." She said and then she pointed at her husband. "And this is Henry." She then looked down at her daughter. "Come on sweetheart."

The girl finally looked up to stare at me. I beamed up at her, the girl had long beautiful dark curls and her eyes were brown. I remeber thinking that she looked pretty. Unfortunately, she didn't smile back at me, but I was so excited to go with this family, even if this girl wasn't so happy with it. The parents seemed really nice and I really wanted a new adventure.

"I'm Regina and I'm eleven." She finally said.

"I'm Emma and I'm seven." I told her to which she shrugged.

Cora watched up interact quite awkwardly, then she shook hands with Miss Johnson as I went to grab the little amount of stuff I had. When I returned she placed a hand on my shoulder to guide me to their car.

"So, are you excited to stay with us for a little while?" I nodded and smiled. I really was.

"I'm glad dear. So are we, aren't we Regina?" The little girl didn't say anything, but instead got into the car.

After a day or two Regina finally started talking to me. Her parents were nice, they were good to me and I had fun but Regina and I didn't seem to get along. She always ignored me and she never wanted to play games with me. I was upset about it because I liked to play games. But at a certain afternoon Cora and Henry had gone shopping for a little while which left us alone at home.

"Regina…" I said as I slowly walked up to her. She was drawing something on a kitchen stool and didn't look up when I said her name, she just continued coloring.

I held up a box and slightly shook it, which caught her attention. "Do you want to play a game with me?" She stared down at me and got of the chair. She stood in front of me, really close I remember because it scared me.

"Why don't you have a mom and dad?" She asked me.

"Because they couldn't take care of me and they gave me to other mom's and dad's who could." I said on a tone that made clear that I had said this a million times.

"But then why are you with my mom and dad? They are mine, not yours. I don't like sharing." Regina said as she placed her hands on her hips, suddenly looking much older than eleven.

I remember being startled by that. She seemed so nice, but then why was she acting like this.

"They are just taking care of me for a week. And then I go and find my mom and dad." I said bravely as I stared up at her, suddenly insecure and scared.

"Does nobody want you? It's that why you haven't find them yet?" She said angrily and confident she then pushed me.

"Don't push me!" I screamed and I pushed her back. It was all I was ever taught in those foster homes, if someone pushes or hits you, give them the same.

Regina looked surprised and even more angry that I had pushed her so she pushed me again, with more force this time so I fell backwards on the ground. I felt the tears in my eyes from the pain but stayed strong.

"Why don't you like having me here?" I asked her.

"Because you are stealing my mom and dad!" Regina screamed as she took a step backwards from me. She was crying at this point.

"I don't want to steal your mom and dad." I explained to her but she didn't seem to believe me. Instead she just pushed me one more time.

"I don't want you here anymore, nobody wants you, Emma." She hissed through her teeth. At the same moment the doors to the living room opened and she returned to her drawing leaving me on the ground, crying.

"What happened?" Cora asked as she kneeled down beside me.

"She pushed me!" I said while pointing towards Regina. "She… she doesn't want.. me here" I stammered between my sobbing. Cora now looked towards her own daughter.

"Regina?" She asked warningly but the little girl shrugged.

"She's stealing you from me!" The brunette girl said as she got down from her stool and hugged her own mother.

Cora sighed and looked at her husband, who had clearly no idea what to do with the situation. "I don't think this is working."

The next day they brought me to the foster house in Maine. I cried on the ride there but since I was staring out of the window they didn't notice. Cora tried to have a conversation with me but I only made some sounds as an answer so she stopped after a while. Regina had come too but she was on the other side of the car, also staring out of the window.

"So… here we are." Henry said as we all stepped out of the car and took my bag towards the entrance where there was already someone waiting for me.

"Emma Swan. Welcome." The friendly woman said as she took my hand but I pulled it back and turned around to stare at the family I had for only two days.

"Thank you." I said politely.

Cora smiled at me and stroked my cheek. Henry just gave me a handshake. I then looked up at Regina. "Goodbye."

Like the day of our meeting she didn't look at me, she just shrugged.

"Whatever."

And that's how I met Regina Mills.

soo.. what did you think?