Authors note: Hey guys, this is my first Fanfic so I hope you guys enjoy!
Killian Jones had a happy home, with his mother and father, always smiling… that is until his mother died, Killian then at the age of ten. His father and him where grieve stricken. One night he woke up to his father's voice telling him to wake, he did just that, and they both left to get on a plane to America. He wondered was happening, why they were leaving London, maybe they needed to get away start fresh, he knew better than to ask. Hand in hand with his father they stopped in front of a building, they hopped up the stairs, father gave him his bag, knocked on the door and told him to wait here, as he ran down the street. The door was opened by a woman with black frizzy hair and dark skin, she bent down and asked, "where's your parents?" he looked up and told her "My father told me to wait her and he ran down" he stopped and saw the pity in the women's eye, tears filled his eyes at what just happened, his father left him.
Killian spent the next three years going in and out of foster homes, he was going to his new one today. The social worker pulled up to a nicer looking house, and he popped open the car door and jumped down to the ground. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a blonde woman, "Hi! You must be Killian, my names Ingrid!" he gave her a fake smile and nodded, she waved her hand at him motioning him to come inside. It was well kept house, much better than some he's lived in. Ingrid finished talking to the social worker and closed the door, "Okay, so uh, how about I show you to your room." She led him up the stairs and rounded a corner in to bed room with four beds, one at each corner, one was a smaller children's bed close to the window, another one was right across from it, a twin bed with cloths strung across it 'great, a slob' he thought to himself. His bed was also a twin, the foot of it facing the door, the last bed was smooshed in the corner, his glad the wasn't his.
He threw his bag on the floor and flopped on his bed, "Seems as though your all settled in…I'm gonna be down stairs." Ingrid said smiling and walking away. He looked up at the ceiling scanning the rough looking texture, he was interrupted by a high pitched voice, "Hi" the voice came from a small dark brown haired boy with spectacles resting on his nose. "Hello" he smiled shyly at the boy who smiled back, and walked away. He was going to return to what he was doing until he heard a thud against the wall, loud laughter followed shortly. He got up to see what was happening, he walked in to a bedroom with two beds in different corners. Two boys, about his age were standing over someone teasing them, he walked over and put his hand on the chubby red heads shoulder. "I suggest you stop." He said in a strict voice, the boy tilted his head "oh yay! And what are you gonna do 'bout it pretty boy!?" the red head roared, "Calling me pretty really isn't an insult, but you can go ahead tell yourself it is." He heard snort from the figure on the floor. The boy scrunched his face in anger and stomped off, the other one followed. He looked at the figure shocked to see it was a blonde haired lass, she was 12 or 13 years of age. "Thanks," she said as I helped her up, "No problem, its bad form to bully someone." She smiled, he was about the same height as him.
"My names Emma, Emma Swan."
He reached out his hand," Killian Jones"