Emma Swan stalked the halls of Boston High. Being student council president meant Emma had to be strict on her fellow students to keep them in line. After all she was the school's first female president. She couldn't fail. She had a duty to make Boston High the best it could be.

"Good morning, Mr. Hopper."

"Good morning, Miss Swan."

Yes, Emma Swan was quite well liked by the school faculty being a model student and all. However, the same couldn't be said for the student body. Most students will admit she does a good job as president, but many also think she could lighten up and for once smile—not the "you're-so-busted smile" but a genuine smile.

Emma continued her trek down the hall. She had a few more minutes before the student council meeting this afternoon. Oh, great…Emma's eyes landed on three students blocking her path. No doubt they were causing trouble. As she got closer she realized she was right. One of them (Walsh was it?) had his shirt tail hanging out. Another, Jefferson, was sporting a tacky earring. Oh they were going to get an earful.

"Excuse me but what are you doing?"

"Oh look it's the prez," said Walsh.

"Just walking. Is that a crime?" Jefferson said with obvious irritation.

"It is if you're walking around looking like that." Emma gestured with her hand to the three of them.

"Does it matter? It's after hours." Will chimed in.

"I don't care. All students are to be in proper uniform or other school-approved attire when on campus," Emma said losing patience.

"Chill out, Swan," Jefferson snapped.

Emma didn't have time for these idiots. If she didn't get going, she'd be late for the meeting. "For the last time, tuck in that shirt. And take out that earring!" Emma stormed off without a backward glance.

Emma quickens her steps but stops in her tracks when she hears a girl's muffled sob. What now? She turns the corner and sees a girl crying into her hands standing across from a dark-haired boy.

"What's going on here?"

The boy turns in her direction. Brilliant blue eyes are staring back at her. Killian Jones. Of course it was him causing trouble.

"Nothing of your concern, lass. Just turning down a love confession," he said looking bored.

Emma won't admit it, but she did have a knack for sticking her nose in other people's business.

"Take it outside, Jones," she huffed.

Emma rushes past the two. No more getting sidetracked. She was definitely late for the meeting now.

"I'm home," Emma shouted shutting the door behind her.

Emma stepped into the entry way of the old house. Already thinking of the homework she had a date with that night, Emma wasn't paying attention when her foot stepped through a hole in the wooden floor that had been covered up with newspaper. Emma let out a yelp as she felt her foot fall through.

The bedroom door nearby opened and her younger sister's blonde head poked out. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Elsa. What is this hole doing here?"

"Yeah I fell through earlier. It needs to be repaired."

Emma sighed as she pulled her foot out. "I guess we'll have to add that to this month's expenses."

"By the way, your job just called. They need you to fill in."

"Oh? Alright guess I better grab my uniform."

Boston High may be the most affordable private school in the city, but Emma knew she didn't have the same resources as her classmates. It was just Emma, Elsa, and their mother after her dad had left them with his burdensome debt. Their mother did their best, but Emma took it upon herself to help support the family. The rest of Emma's classmates didn't have to get a job like she did. Their families were able to easily pay the school's tuition. While she knows she took the job to help her family, Emma didn't need to become the object of her classmates' pity. They couldn't see her as weak, as anything but their strong student council president.

Emma dropped her school bag on the floor and hurried to the kitchen.

"Hi, mom."

"Hi, Emma," an older blonde woman replied.

"I have to go into work. Is my uniform clean?"

"Yes, it is. I didn't know you had work today."

"Last minute thing," Emma called from the laundry room.

She dashed out as fast as she came in. "Gotta run, mom. Don't work too hard!"

"Same to you," Ingrid chuckled.

"Emma, thanks for coming in. Ashley called in sick."

"No problem, Granny. Turns out I need the extra income this month. We've got some unexpected expenses at home."

"I see. Well I'm glad you're here. Do you mind taking out the trash after you change?"

"Sure."

Emma scurried to the locker room to change into her diner uniform – a white button down with a red skirt that showed off her long legs and an apron. At least it wasn't those unflattering diner dresses straight from the 50's. Granny's liked to give its customers the retro vibe but thankfully even Granny thought that was pushing it. The customers didn't seem to mind the relatively modern look. In fact, it was what made Granny's a favorite among the local male residents. While they enjoyed gawking at the attractive waitresses, the customer service that Granny's prided itself on is what kept them coming back. Granny instructed every worker to treat the customer with such great hospitality that it would have Southerners taking notes. So naturally, the customers felt like royalty with the attentive service they received.

Emma made her way to the kitchen and grabbed the trash bags before stepping out into the alley located at the back of the diner. As she hauled each bag into the dumpster, Emma's mind wandered. I have little time with all my duties as student council president, but I need the money to help pay for the house bills. If anyone at school found out I have to work to keep going there…

Emma was too busy thinking to notice someone coming down the alley.

"Well this is a surprise, Madam President." Killian commented as he stopped in front of her.

Oh shoot.

A/N: So this is only my 2nd attempt at a fic. What do you think? I'll pretty much be following the storyline of KWMS. If you haven't seen the anime, you should give it a try ^_^. I feel like Usui & Misaki are a lot like Killian & Emma (hence the inspiration for writing this). I'm also going to be drawing alongside each chapter so if you want to see the art for the fic, you can visit my Tumblr.