Emma awoke to the loud noise of her alarm clock. She snoozed it twice already.

"Emma! You'll be late for school!" Her mother calls from the outside of her room.

"Just five more minutes," she groaned as she buried her face into the soft pillow.

Her mom didn't stop slamming on her door. "C'mon Em. It's your first day!"

She stretched her arms and rubbed her eyes. She climbed out of bed lazily and stepped in the cold shower. After bathing, she brushed her wild hair and tied it in a ponytail. She put on her ripped out skinny jeans, a white collared top, a blue green pastel sweater and her black low cut sneakers. To complete the look, she wore her cute bow tie. She grabbed her snapback and headed to the kitchen.

"Have a great day at school, sweetie." Her dad said as he kissed her. "Got to go!"

Emma sat on the high chair, grabbed her cereals and poured in some milk.

"Are you excited?" Her mom asked. She looked more excited than Emma herself.

"Not really," she responded plainly as she scooped a spoonful of cereals to her mouth.

"Dear, you should be! It's your first day in school! You can make new friends!" Her mom exclaimed happily like she was in ecstasy.

"Yeah, well kinda got sick of getting eager everytime. You know, different year, different school."

Her mom frowned at that.

"Bye mom."

"Em, wait. Just a sec," she said as she fixed Emma's bow tie and handed her her eyeglasses. "Okay, you're good to go."

Emma smiled and said, "Thanks."

"Need a ride to school?"

"Nope."

She arrived in school and parked her bike. Everything looked so unfamiliar. "Welcome to Storybrooke High," she told herself. She scanned her surroundings and saw the groupings of the students: from the jocks, the elites, the sluts, the gangsters, the addicts, the cheerleaders, the happy go lucky and the nerds.

Oh the nerds, that's where I belong, she thought to herself. She fixed herself before making her way to her chosen group.

"Uhm, hey guys." Emma said to the group of students wearing braces and thick eyeglasses.

The students looked at her funny, tilted their heads and studied her quizzically. After a short silence, they closed their books and walked away.

Or maybe not. Emma shrugged and made her way to the office to get her time table.

"Hi. Good morning..." she paused and read the name on the table. "Ms. Mal."

"Hello, there. What do you need?" She asked while chewing her gum audibly with her mouth open.

"I'm Emma Swan, the new student. I would just like to get my-"

"Alright, alright! Here's your class schedule and student waiver. Kindly sign here." She points to the blank space at the bottom of the paper. "Your locker number is 127 default passcode is four zeros. You have any questions?" She said without pausing as she handed over the timetable.

"I uh, uhm." She struggled for words.Why is she in such a hurry? That woman is so rude.

"None? K. Now please proceed to your room, you don't want to be late for your first class."

"Wow." That was all she could say. She can't believe the office secretary. The woman raised her eyebrow at her. "Nothing."

How did she even get the position? She has no customer service skills!If Emma were to rate her from one to ten, she would've given her a negative five.

Emma shook her head and walked towards her locker. She placed the things she didn't need for the next three periods. She breathed in deeply before closing her locker. Being the new girl wasn't that easy as stares will drill holes in you. She carried her books close to her chest and looked down as she walked nervously in the hallway in order to avoid the deadly stares. Suddenly, she bumps into another person almost knocking her to the ground.

"Watch where you're going!" The girl snapped.

"I'm so sorry!" She picked up the scattered books and collected her eyeglasses.

As she was picking up her last book, a foot in white gym shoe stepped on it. Emma looked up to see a group of cheerleaders standing and smirking in front of her but her eyes focused on the most attractive one. She had long black curls, hazel brown eyes and perfect lips. She seemed to be the head of the squad. "Hey nerd, I don't want you getting in my way. Okay?!" She growled in a husky voice. Emma nodded as the brunette removed her foot from the blonde's book. The cheerleader was indeed beautiful but her attitude was obviously not.

The brunette managed to give her a devious smile before saying, "Let's go girls!"

As the group walked away, Emma muttered to herself, "Bitches."

She was starting to hate this day and maybe the rest of the people in school.