Hi guys! So this is my first OUAT fic. I had this prewritten but adapted it to fit in this show that I absolutely love. I hope you guys like it. I'm releasing the first two chapters today and will continue updating until it's done. Please leave your reviews. It makes me want to update faster.
Anyways, on with the Show!
Chapter 1
Emma Swan was weaving through the rows of desks of the fourth grade classroom. She was the new substitute teacher while Mrs. Blanchard-Nolan was out on maternity leave. It was her first day and Mrs. Blanchard-Nolan had left her some guidelines for the week. She had made it all the way through almost the whole day without a hiccup. It was Writing Block and Mrs. Blanchard-Nolan had them writing about their favorite thing to do with their families.
Emma had come from a big city in New York so her family time had been limited more than the children here. Her favorite memory was of her and her father strolling through the park passed her bedtime. She had never gotten to see her father much so it was nice to have those special moments.
She went by every student and asked them their names and what they were writing for their assignment. One of the girls made her stop and watch. The girl had long brown wavy hair and bangs that slanted to her left. She had dark green eyes and an annoyed expression written on her face. But what had paused Emma mostly was that her composition was covered in doodles but they were all lined up on the page like regular writing.
She knelt down next to her and asked, "Hey, What's your name?"
"Faith," she answered without looking up. She had an unmistakable Australian accent.
"I liked Art best when I was in school too, but unfortunately that class ended a while ago," she started, "I need you to do the assignment please."
"I am," she told her slightly annoyed as if her doubt had offended her.
"Forgive me, but if I can't some-what read it, I'm afraid that I can't count it as you doing your work. It's my first day and I would really like to not have to send anyone down to the principal's office," she tried.
"Mrs. Newman let me write this way. I've always written this way. Since I was born," Faith justified as she turned to face her.
"She did, did she?" Emma asked. She nodded. "Well, I will let it slide today but I am going to ask Mrs. Newman about it tonight. Do you want to change your story?" she asked giving her the opportunity to do so.
"No," she responded dead toned.
"Alright," she said and let it go for then. Emma knew that first impressions were the most important ones. If she wanted any of her students to come to her for help she knew she couldn't push the envelope too much today. So for now, she was going to have to let this go for the time being.
She was about to move onto the next student when something caught her eye. There was something sticking out between the pages of her book. "Can I see that?" she asked pointing to it.
"Uh, Sure," she hesitantly. She flipped to the page and attached to it was a photo. It was definitely a younger version of Faith with a woman, probably her mom. She had the same, light skin and sweet smile. The big differences were the age, height, her darker brown wavy hair and her cornflower blue eyes instead of Faith's dark green.
You could tell just by looking at her that she was probably the sweetest person on earth. It was something in her eyes or the way that she smiled that told you just about everything you needed to know.
The picture was of the two of them wearing matching hawaiian themed dresses with lays around their necks, wrists and ankles and a hibiscus in their hair. They were standing outside what was now the abandoned Storybrooke clock tower that also housed the public Library in the center of town. She'd been wondering about that building and what happened to it.
"Is that you and your mom?" she asked.
"No way," she laughed. "That's my sister, Belle."
"Your sister?" Emma was quite surprised to say the least. There were obvious dysfunctions in that family. But like with most families, there always were. Either this woman had lied to her daughter for her entire life, or there had been some odd stuff happening with their parents.
"Yeah, That's us when we were going to the Town Hawaiian Luau three years ago," she told her.
"That's cool. Is that what you're writing about?" she asked.
"No, I'm writing about how my dad and I eat dinner together," she answered.
"Doesn't Belle, eat with you too sometimes?" Emma wondered.
Faith's smile disappeared quickly as she looked back at the picture. There was a tear forming in her eye. "She can't. She's not around anymore."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she sympathised.
"Things haven't been the same since then," Faith added quietly.
Emma was concerned about that statement. What did that mean? Where was Faith's mom? Where was Belle? And what happened that made her leave?