Hey guys, so this is my first fanfic so please read and review!
Disclaimer: Although I wish I did, I do not own Once Upon a Time.
A loud clap of thunder sounded over the neighborhood, as young Emma Swan began to drag her tiny suitcase down the driveway and to the small car parked out front. The storm started not too long ago, just as Emma was packing to leave the Johnsons house, and had only worsened since then.
As the wind blew her long, blond hair back, she turned to look at the old house. Plain, small, but nice. Not that she would miss it. The family wasn't great. The quiet husband and snobby wife really weren't ready to handle kids, even if Emma was quiet. Still, Emma wondered what home she would end up in next, and would it be better or worse than this one.
The social worker, a tall, lanky woman who Emma didn't see much of, loaded the suitcase into the car. Emma crawled into the backseat and watched as the house got smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely into the distance.
At ten years old this was the third home she had been sent to. It was okay, but as usual they hardly cared about her. That was okay though, she certainly didn't need love from people like them.
The ride back to the orphanage was quiet. Emma twirled a lock of her own hair around her finger as she stared idly out the window. The countryside rolled by in endless monotony and Emma began to imagine what her next family would be like. She pictured another middle aged man and woman who were falling behind on taxes and needed a way out. Emma would be that way out and nothing more.
Little did she know how wrong she was.
So, what did you think? Should I continue? Review and let me know!
-BlueJay1110