AN: I don't own the characters or OUAT.
There's something that she is missing. One day, she is going to find it. She's going to see it and realize; it's what she has been missing her entire life. It is what is going to make her complete. She NEEDS it... whatever IT is.
She knows she can't keep jumping from home to home, but it's all she's ever done. It's all she's ever known. They've taken her in and kicked her right back out again. This has been the fifth time this year... and it's only March. She knows the first two times was her fault. The third time was their own kid's fault. The last time... she doesn't even remember what happened, to be honest. It happened all too fast for her to process. This time though, nothing had happened for her new foster parents to give her the boot.
She walked in after school, and they were standing there, waiting for her. The second she walked in, she knew. She could see the sadness in their eyes.
"Don't say anything. I already know what's coming," she said to them, walking up the stairs to go to her room to starting packing. "I've done this before."
"Emma, wait," Emma's foster dad said. "This is not on you."
"Really, Steven? You two are kicking me out, for what? I haven't done anything except go to school. I've been here for five weeks now; I haven't gotten into any trouble, so what caused this problem?" Emma frustratedly replied. "I was about to start a job that you asked me to get."
Steven and his wife just stared at Emma. They knew they let her down.
"Sweetie, we have to tell her. She deserves to know," Steven said to his wife.
"I know that Steven," she sais back. "Emma -"
"NO!" Emma cut her off. "Abby, I don't want to know. This is not fair for me. Nothing will ever be fair for a sixteen-year-old foster kid who gets into too many fights. I'm leaving and you guys can't say another word to me. Just call Rebecca. She'll find me some other foster parents. That'll probably just kick me out too." Emma whispered the last part as she trudged up the last of the stairs to get to her room.
As she looked out into the night sky, a shooting star went across it.
She closed her eyes and wished, "I wish for something to make me complete."
"Regina! Turn off your light and get to bed! You have a big day at school tomorrow!" someone yelled from down the hall.
"Yes, mother! Goodnight!" Regina replied as she got ready for bed. As she placed her head on the pillow and closed her eyes once again, she wished for her wish until she eventually fell asleep.