Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Once Upon a Time. I cry about this daily.
It was a Friday night not unlike any other for sixteen year old Regina Mills. A small bowl of apple chips to her left, a water bottle on the bedside table to her right and laptop on top of her lap, the brunette leaned back on the plush pillows on her bed, pulling up her Facebook page.
Topping her news feed was Emma Swan. Classy, Regina thought as the photo of the blonde with her tongue stuck out and a bottle of vodka in her hand took up her screen. Clicking further into the album, she noted the appearance of some other kids in their grade. There was Killian Jones, Ruby Lucas-even Archie Hopper. Apparently everyone who wasn't her was invited to whatever the hell this event was considered. Archie fucking Hopper? It was almost laughable how pathetic it was that someone like The Cricket, as he was known was able to get invited anywhere, but yet here she was, her first Friday of senior year sitting on her bed, eating, and trying to find the motivation to start doing research on the War of 1812.
Lifting a small hand to examine her nails, Regina sighed. If only Storybrooke High was a movie. It already has a stupid name. Then I'd definitely be one of the 'Emma Swans'. She shifted her gaze from her nails to the mirror that was mounted across from her bed and ran her hands through her hair. Physically, there was no real reason for her not to be like the popular 'Emma Swans'. Regina was pretty, and she knew as much. She had a nice body, and bright brown eyes. Her hair was smooth and shiny, her free of any imperfection, save for a stray eyebrow hair which needed to be plucked. Her parents certainly had money, so it wasn't as though she was poorly dressed. She got good grades, and at least she thought, she was decently funny. Yes, Regina could easily have been the stereotypical, Hollywood movie, popular girl.
However, despite all her wishes, Regina's close-up would be happening at no time soon. And in reality, her role was the freaky, somewhat bitchy, nerd. The roles of the popular girls had been given to people such as Mary Margaret Blanchard-which truly baffled Regina, because she was quite sure in her entire four years in classes with the girl, she'd only heard her speak twice, maybe, and Ruby Lucas, the wild brunette who's grandmother was the AP English teacher in the school. The queen bee of Storybrooke High was a girl named Emma Swan, who moved to town the summer before freshman year with her adoptive family. Emma was the type of girl who skipped class to smoke behind the convenience store, or go to her boyfriend's house. Regina was positive that there hadn't been a single summer in which the blonde had not had to go to summer school. Yet somehow, whatever this girl did became the epitome of 'cool'. It was like a school wide of case of "I saw Cady Heron wearing army pants and flip flops, so I went out and bought army pants and flip flops," and it frustrated Regina to no end. Why wasn't it her who was praised by all? Why wasn't it her who was dating the quarterback? Why wasn't it her who was out on a Friday night, while Emma Swan was alone, observing from behind a laptop screen?
She had her hands on the top of the laptop, ready to slam it shut hard enough to crack the screen, when her phone buzzed from its docking station, indicating a text message.
Mal: I fucking hate everyone
Regina chuckled at her best friend. Before typing in her response.
Regina: You and me both darling. One more year and we're out of this shithole. We never have to see these bitches again.
Mal: Fuck yes. If you don't kill any of them in the process, I won't?
Regina: Fucking deal ;)