Chapter One: First Day

~Emma's POV~

"Emma! Wake up, you're going to be late !"

The sound of Ruby's voice sharply rang in Emma's ear. At first, the words were merely incoherent noises, possibly from a dream. No, definitely from a dream. She dreamt that she was late for her class, which would be very bad thing if it were reality. Today she would be embarking upon a new journey; something she had waited her entire life for. She would be starting her fist day at a University; Storybrooke University to be exact. So naturally, being tardy would certainly not be an ideal start.

"Wake up before I pour ice cold water on you!" Emma heard Ruby shout rather rudely. Damn. Her friend was even more obnoxious in her dream than in real life.

"Emma, do you really want to miss your first day of college?!"

Suddenly, Emma felt her whole body being shaken and stirred to life and once her roommate's words slowly settled into her brain, Emma sat straight up from her bed, feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden movement.

"Crap!"

After a frantic blur of struggling to get out of bed, throwing on a gray t-shirt, a pair of faded jeans and red sneakers and brushing her rumpled golden locks, she put on some light makeup, grabbed her bag and practically flew out of her dorm.

Emma hated being late, especially for her very first class of what she hoped would be a long, productive four years of college. Granted, she was just glad to be out of the foster system. Being moved from one home to another, never knowing where she belonged. Now she had roots. Or hopefully she did. That was still to be determined.

Ruby stayed behind for a later class while Emma ran across campus to her first class, knocking over anyone who got in her way. Pulling out her phone to give it a peak, she saw she had two minutes to get there.

Emma didn't consider herself the nerdy type. She certainly wasn't unintelligent but she really didn't know exactly where she fit in. When she applied for her courses, she wasn't really sure what she wanted to do, but she knew that she loved writing poetry. It was something she used as an outlet... something to escape the reality of her lonely, miserable childhood. And as it turned out, Storybrooke offered a fine Creative Writing Program. She didn't know for certain that she wanted that to be her major, but thankfully Poetry 101 fulfilled three of her general education requirements.

Finally reaching her classroom, she stopped abruptly, trying to catch her breath and slow her heart rate down. She glanced at her phone one again. One minute to spare.

She walked into the room, not really knowing what to expect.

Her nerves slowly started to dwindle once her eyes searched the room, taking in everything. The students were carrying on conversations of their own and the instructor hadn't started yet, so that was reassuring. Walking precariously, she took a seat in the front row. She really wanted to do well in this class.

Emma had just sat in her seat at the front row just as the instructor introduced herself to the class. "Good morning, class. My name is Ms. Frost. This class is to help you with writing poetry and everything that you need to know about it." Ms. Frost explained to the class. "I understand that there are some new faces in my class and some old ones. But I do want to let everyone know that we do have a new student that just recently moved to this town." She said as she walked over to Emma's desk.

Emma saw this and wasn't sure if she liked this one bit. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as Ms. Frost approached her desk. "Would you please stand up and introduce yourself to the class." Ms. Frost said as she looked down a Emma. Emma didn't want to, but realized that the whole class had their eyes on her as the teacher approached her. So Emma stood up and turned to face the class. "Hi. My name is Swan. Emma Swan and I just recently moved here from Boston after being in the foster system for my entire life. I love to write and this class is perfect for just that." Emma said as she looked down at her hands in front of her.

Ms. Frost smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Emma for sharing that information about yourself. Now, since this is the first day of Poetry 101, I would like to begin with a reading in the book that was placed on your desks when you got here." Ms. Frost said as she returned to her desk. The teacher sat down and opened the book to a poetry that seem to be perfect.

Emma was a little bit embarrassed at what the teacher did to her just now. She is that type of person that doesn't really want to be put on the spot. She is hoping that Ms. Frost won't call on her so much being in the front row. So Emma did what the teacher was told to do and then waited for her to begin. "Okay, class. Today we will be reading a passage from a famous poet that you may have all heard of. Today we will be reading from William Shakespear." Ms. Frost said as there were sounds of pages being turned in books.

~Killian's POV~

What Emma didn't know was there was this guy in the very back of the classroom that was watching her. As soon as she stood up and turned to face the class, he was shocked at how beautiful she was. With her blonde hair flowing down her shoulders and her green eyes sparkle with the lights of the classroom. He had never seen her here in this town before and figured that she could be new to the town and school. She definitely caught his attention once she spoke and need he will get himself in trouble.

Killian leaned over to his mate beside and whispered to him. "So who is this new girl, this Emma that is in our class?" He asked as he was staring up at the front row where Emma was sitting. Robin shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure, mate, but I bet I can find out by Regina who she is. I know she knows all what goes around in this school. Maybe you should have been listening to her talk instead of staring at her." Robin joked as he bumped his shoulder with Killian's. Killian just glared at him and continued to read through the book that they were suppose to be reading.

Killian had an idea that may help him get the girl, but he just needs it to be anonymous until he is ready to tell her that it's him. So as the teacher was reading a passage from the book he started to write something to get her attention. He just needs to find a way to get it to her without her knowing it was him. As he was writing the bell for the end of class rung. Killian finished what he wanted to write and decided to give it to Robin to hand it to her.

Robin looked at Killian with a look on his face. "What are you up to, Killian?" Robin asked as he stood up. "You know the last time you handed a secret note to a girl it didn't end well." Robin wasn't sure if he wanted to be involved in this scheme that Killian was doing, but he is always willing to help out his mate. Killian finally finished what he wrote and folded the paper up. Then he handed it to Robin. "Give this to the new girl, Emma. I want to see if she will accept it and all." He said as he stood up and started to walk out of the class room leaving Robin there alone with the note.

Robin just shook his head as he walked up to the front of the class where Emma was packing her stuff up. He stopped just in front of her desk and waited for her to acknowledge that he is there. Emma looked up and smiled. "Hi." She said as she stood up. Robin bowed his head to her. "Milady." Robin said. "I have something for you. I hope it's okay." He said as he handed her the piece of paper. "Hope you enjoy the rest of your day here in Storybrooke University." He said as she took the paper and walked out of the class.

~Emma's POV~

Emma raised an eyebrow at that and watched Robin walk out without another word. She was confused as to why he handed this to her and it peaked her interest in it even more. She decided to take the leap of faith and read what it says. She walked out of the class room and opened the note.

My soul trapped in limbo while

Venus slumber yet my heart is restless

Eager to please an earth bound angel,

Sip the wine but I do not stumble drunk,

But kiss me once and I fall like babylon;

Down once again to the crumbling ruins of

Forgotten emotions longing to reawaken;

For to me she is like a goddess and I a

Mere mortal at her feet may she look

Down to lift me up and bring me soul

Meaning again, as I lay in thirst on the

Edge of my mortality, she is the living

Water, to quench the fire that will

Burn my spirit to ashes.

After Emma got done reading it, she looked up from the paper and looked around. She couldn't see anyone in the halls that would have written this. This will be the first time that she ends up with a secret admirer. Emma went down the hall to her next class with a smile on her face clenching the paper against her chest.