Hi, this is the first story that I have posted on here but is not my first story altogether. This will be a slow burn story but I promise it will be worth it. There is no magic and I have set it in England as that is where I am from and have no idea of the American language or their school/university systems. You will see where it is going pretty early on, but for now, i will leave you with the prologue and please leave comments as it will help to motivate me
-When two bright and feisty people enter the same space, conflict often occurs. However, this surprisingly was not the case when Regina Mills and Emma Swan became friends. Emma had a gift with words, able to spin a story out of thin air with little to no inspiration. Regina could solve Euler-Langrange equations almost at the drop of a hat, well that's a little bit of an exaggeration but she was very good and fast. However, no matter how good they were at their specific subjects they were complete opposites, the entire and only reason why Emma passed GCSE maths was the fact that she met Regina in the library six months previous. Regina on the other, wasn't exactly great with words when she was younger, however, after knowing Emma for seven years her dialect had improved greatly from the fifteen-year-old girl who barely managed to speak her name.
The two knew all the ins and outs of each other, from their biggest fears to their greatest ambitions, from what made them cry and scream to what could cheer the other up on the worst days. To anyone looking from the outside in, they seemed like sisters or friends since day one. However, the truth was far from that.
At fifteen, Markus Jeffery was delivering a rare psychology lecture to year elevens at Exeter university, on the similarities and differences in brain function and similarities in identical twins. Emma walked in twenty minutes after the lecture had started due to bus problems, and the only seat was next to Regina, who at the time Emma only knew as the scowling girl – as she didn't exactly look friendly over the fact that someone had disrupted the proceedings.
As Emma took a seat, she removed her leather jacket - which whilst being far too big for her and worn at the creases from overuse and being passed down through numerous foster children – had kept her mainly warm through her thirty-minute walk from the bus station, and rubbed her hands together to return feeling to her hands. Looking at what had already been written on the large and old fashion blackboard, confusion crossed her face as she attempted to understand the vast and what seemed unrelated information. The girl next to her, the one with the scowl that could strike down a roman legion easily, took pity on the disruptor and handed her a large stack of notes -at least seven pages long, it looked to Emma – and threw a casual and kind smile her way, to which Emma responded in kind.
Neatly written at the top every page, was a name. 'Regina Mills' tightly but neatly written in a beautiful scrawl, which was mesmerising and beautiful. She read through the notes quickly, which allowed her to understand the chicken scratch chalk words a little better. At the end of the lecture, Regina quickly packed her notepad into her bag and left at a remarkable speed for someone who was wearing six-inch heels Emma noticed. In her haste though she had forgotten to ask for her notes back from Emma to which Emma responded by running out the door straight after and catching her up before asking her for hot chocolate.