Cursed

by Allyboyd7

Emma Swan, a nineteen year old senior, ready to graduate. Her school year is going great until a series of unfortunate events leaves her an orphan. - Regina Mills, a twenty-three year old Spanish teacher, is ready for the school year to be over. Until one day towards the end of the year, her best friend growing up commits suicide.

1. chapter 1

Emma's P.O.V

I stare at my paper, drawing a blank. I feel a sharp tap on my shoulder and look up. Standing there is my Spanish teacher, Ms. Mills. "Ms. Swan, if you paid attention in my class you wouldn't have any problem completing a basic test." she states. I look down, tears welling up in my eyes. One falls and lands on my paper. Ms. Mills gently lifts my face, forcing me to look at her. "Ms. Swan, stay after class. You can finish your test then." she says, her tone softer than before. She lets my chin go and I bury my face in my arms, which are laying on the table. I hear heels clicking as she walks away from my desk. My shoulders shake as I silently cry, holding in my sobs. The bell rings and the students leave. It's the lunch hour and students are heading to lunch. I let out a quiet sob and it echoes through the almost empty classroom. I feel a soft hand touch my shoulder and look up at my teacher through the tears. She makes a small noise and slowly wipes my tears with her thumb. She sits down in a chair and leans close to look at me. "What happened, Emma?" she asks me. "My dad he-he was killed on the job last night. Then this morning I woke up and found a text from my girlfriend that she-she doesn't love me. She dumped me." I cry out quietly. All of a sudden raven-colored locks are in my face and the smell of apples engulfs my senses. My muscles tense and then I realize that she's hugging me. I hesitantly hug her back, sobbing into her shoulder. Tears soak her shoulder, so either she doesn't notice or she doesn't care. The door opens and Ms. Mills doesn't pull away. Instead she cranes her neck to look over my head at who it is. "Mr. Gold, what can I do for you?" she asks her boss, while I continue to sob. She rubs my back comfortingly and I her the sound of his cane moving closer. "Well, dearie-" he puts emphasis on the word 'dearie' and Ms. Mills tenses. "You can tell me why you are hugging a student." he says. Ms. Mills doesn't move but I can feel her hands start to shake out of nervousness. "I was comforting a student that lost her father last night." she says impassively. My sobs start to slow and I start to hiccup. Ms. Mills starts to rub my back again, trying to soothe me. Mr. Gold's cane moves farther away as he leaves and shuts the door behind him. Finally my crying stops and Ms. Mills pulls away, wiping more tears. "Better?" she asks softly. "A little." I admit. She smiles softly, her face showing sadness, but her brown eyes show concern. She stands up, pulling me with her. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Going home. Your class is my last and yours." she reminds me as she grabs her purse. I walk out of her room and stop at my locker. Sliding my book bag on I wait for Ms. Mills to lock her classroom. I pull my phone out and text my mom telling her that I'm going to my tutor's house and that I'll be home by 9. Ms. Mills stops in front of me. "Need a ride?" she asks.