So here's chapter two!
Special thanks to ParrillaStans. She beta'd this chapter, and hopefully she'll beta the rest of them too.
Emma felt like crap for her mother. The same routine had been going on for days; Mary Margaret went to work, Emma went to school... But the schoolteacher only cried.
And cried.
And cried a little more. Actually, a lot more.
Her daughter was feeling like crap precisely because she couldn't do a thing to help her, except for taking care of her, and maybe holding her. (Mary-Margaret was a real hugger. They'd been hugging a lot since the incident.) I guess it takes a lot more time to heal a broken heart than just a couple of weeks, Emma mused.
Then, Mary Margaret decided to change. She wasn't going to let her life slip away because of a man! She had a teenager to raise, for god's sake!
"So," the brunette started, eager to bring it up with Emma. "If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"
Emma was caught out by the question, unprepared for it, even. She'd been waiting for it since she kicked her father out, but she wasn't expecting her to ask it at that moment.
"Um... I think I would choose New York, Ma. I thought you knew that, anyway. Why are you asking?"
"I don't want to be here anymore, Emma."
Well, that was definitely more direct than anything I imagined, Emma thought.
"Where to? I- I mean, do you already have any cities in mind?", she stammered, struggling to form the sentence.
"I actually do. There is one in particular that I am very fond of," the teenager froze with fear, wondering fervently which city her mother could possibly have chosen.
"It's called Storybrooke. Have you ever even heard of it?" Emma shook her head.
"Me neither. I was looking for job opportunities outside Boston on the internet and then suddenly, there was this page entirely about the city. It's quite known for its education methods, and its weather. Also, I came across these pictures of the forests, and the bay and... Emma, it's beautiful. It's an adorable city. Don't worry, we - we will only spend a few months there, until I - can forget a little."
Her eyes were full of tears threatening to fall. That protective instinct washed over Emma once again and, without even noticing, she had the brunette wrapped the brunette up in her arms.
"I just hope Storybrooke won't break our hearts."
Nothing.
She heard nothing.
And that was the best thing about being underwater.
Emma had been swimming since she was 4, when David had taken her to the local pool. Ever since, she'd been in love with swimming, and with pools, and with the sea. Oh, the sea... her dream was to swim in the sea. She had never seen the sea, never been to a beach.
And Emma was really good at this swimming thing. She'd actually got 3 gold medals and 5 silver ones in competitions.
The strength that the sport required was explicit, but the blonde could handle it. She practiced 3 days a week, and with her father gone she spent 5 days of the week at that training center.
That constant training had made her so strong and fit that she never complained about her body, or about anything related to her looks. However, she thought her personality wasn't worth a piece of shit.
She didn't have any friends. Emma Swan was a loner: like the wolves that instead of running along with the wolfpack, prefer to run solo. Emma was like a wolf; only more miserable and awkward. She spent too much time in the computer (though she still managed to get straight A's). She was too shy, too afraid to say anything to anyone.
Why would anyone want to talk to her?
The boys in her school were just... meh. The girls in her school were just... ew.
Her school was just... yikes.
But she had to study there because her mom worked there. The solution was to deal with the crap and the douchebags scattered across her school.
Was Storybrooke her chance to become a whole new person?
One week later, they were already packing their things, close to forgetting Boston.
Yes, Mary Margaret had said it was just until the memories fade and all, but Emma knew everything about her mother. They were never coming back.
Mary didn't cry a single tear that week. She was all smiles, but she was clearly anxious. You could say her OCD was showing.
But Emma was quite happy.
We are doing this, for real, she thought. Her mom was happy, and if she was happy, it was everything OK.
But when Mary Margaret started the car, Emma shivered. Not because she was afraid, but because she knew Storybrooke was going to be memorable.
Next chapter: STORYBROOKE.
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