A blonde girl around twelve years old slowly walks to school in the chilly November breeze blowing at her back. Wearing only a red leather jacket and hand-me-down jeans, she grasps the jacket closer to her trying desperately to stay warm.
She approaches the new school her foster parents enrolled her in. Nervously, she looks around seeing all the happy kids laughing and the small clique of girls that whisper about her as she walks by. A red haired girl with blue braces smirks at her, then proceeds turn back to gossip with her friends. The blonde just casually walks on by. It`s not the first time she has been the topic of discussion before. She takes a second to look up at the building before her, "Storybrooke Junior High" She shrugs and enters the school. Looking down at her schedule she finds her first period class. 'History- Room 104-Blanchard' She`s early.
"Hi!" A teacher in her early thirties with cropped dark brown hair rather enthusiastically greets the girl. 'Great she`s cheery' the blonde thinks. "I`m Miss Blanchard. You must be our new student! Emma right? Our Principal Mrs. Sherwood mentioned you would be joining us."
"Umm…Yeah" She forces a smile.
" You know I can`t remember the last time Storybrooke got anyone new. You must be very special!" Miss Blanchard winks at the girl.
'Hardly, my parents dumped me on the side of the road.' Emma thinks, but all she can mutter is a quiet chuckle, not knowing how to respond, because suddenly her heart flutters and she can`t help but believe what this woman is telling the truth. Mary Margaret`s heart is longing for this girl, but she doesn`t understand why. A loud bell rings, sending them both back to reality.
"Well, why don`t you go find yourself a seat. Class will be starting soon." Mary Margaret smiles.
Emma finds her seat as her fellow peers fill up the classroom, staring at her in awe, they wonder who this stranger is in their small town. Emma slouches back in her desk praying that a peppy girl doesn`t run over to make small talk. Thankfully, Miss Blanchard starts the class and for the next hour Emma sinks into World History.
As Mary Margaret rambles on about the Revolutionary War she can`t help to keep sneaking glances at Emma. Something about her just feels so…..familiar. But of course that can`t be she just met her today….Didn`t she?
