Emma sits at her desk, impatiently tapping her pencil against the polished wood. The teacher had left the room to talk to the new student in the hall. Emma hasn't seen the student yet, no one in the class has. She's nervous, but so is the rest of the class. Everyone's quiet, unlike normally when the teachers gone, but today's different. Emma hears the click of the door nob and she swallows nervously. The teacher walks into the room with a girl following him. Emma freezes. She stares at her for a moment and the whole universe seems to stare too. Her hair is perfectly cut so that it's just above her shoulders, brushing up against them as she walks. Her eyes are a brilliant brown. Dark, but full of light. Emma seems to stop breathing in that moment when the girl glances up at her. There eyes meet and Emma almost feels a sense of familiarity in her face.
"This is the new student class, she just moved here from Maine." He looks over at her and then back at the class.
"Hi." She says shyly. She clutches the books she's holding to her chest and Emma smiles slightly. Her voice is the sweetest thing Emma has ever heard, it sounds like freedom. "I'm Regina." Emma's breath catches in her throat. Where has she heard that before? Regina, Regina, Regina. She repeats her name over and over in her head trying to figure it out.
Regina sits on the left side of the room next to the window. Her desk is two rows away from Emma, but she can see her perfectly. The sun from the window shines down onto Regina and Emma can see red highlights in her hair. Her olive skin is perfectly hit with the sun and her whole body seems to glow.
The whole class goes by way to fast an by the time it's over Emma has finished her drawing of Regina perfectly. She smiles and compares the drawing to Regina sitting there. Proud of the drawing, Emma tears it out of her note book carefully and and puts everything else away. As she goes to her locker she looks to see which locker Regina has. 118, four lockers down. Emma sighs, disappointed its not closer, but it's good enough. Regina finishes putting her things away and she closes her locker. Emma makes sure Regina's gone and when she has turned the corner in the hall Emma walks over to her locker and quickly slips the delicately folded drawing into Regina's locker. She smiles with confidence and goes to her next class.
The rest of the day goes by slowly since Regina isn't in any other of Emma's classes, but Emma manages to make it through. After school Emma goes back to her locker to get her things. She sees Regina open her locker, and she sees her pick up the picture. Her heart almost stops beating she's so nervous. Everything else seems to come to a stop as Regina slowly unfolds the paper. Emma bites her tung and waits impatiently. Regina stares down at the newly opened paper and completely unexpectedly she drops it and starts to run down the hall. Emma doesn't know what to do, she looks over at the picture that has fallen onto the ground and then she looks back over at the hall Regina had run through. She quickly picks up the paper and chases after Regina. What did I do? Emma asks to herself nervously. She doesn't want to hurt Regina, as a matter of fact that's the last thing she wants. Eventually Emma finds Regina in the bathroom sitting on the floor with her back up against the far wall crying. She's not sure what to do so he holds up the picture and stares at Regina.
"You dropped this." As soon as the words leave her lips Emma wants to take them back. Out of all the thing I could've said I said that?! Regina looks up, eyes stained with tears. She just shakes her head and puts her head back in her hands.
"I don't want it." She says through her hands. Emma's a little hurt, but she tries not to show it.
"Is it really that bad?" She asks sadly, "I kind of liked it." She scratches her head and looks at the pictures. "I mean I guess I could have colored it, but I didn't really have time." She squints at the picture and then laughs a little, "I guess I could use a little work with art." Regina looks up confused and Emma sits down across from her.
"You drew that?" Regina asks, looking down at the drawing in Emma's hand. Emma nods and shrugs.
"Yeah, I feel like a creep now." She sighs and looks down, embarrassed.
"It's beautiful." Regina says quietly. Emma looks up, confused, and tilts her head.
"Then why are you crying?" Emma asks her. It doesn't really make sense to Emma, but at least she isn't crying cause its a bad drawing.
"Because I-" She stops for a moment and looks into Emma's eyes, "Nevermind, it's nothing." Regina sniffles and stands up. "I'm fine." She looks down at Emma and then smiles slightly. "Can I keep the picture?" Her smile is like the stars, and Emma fights the redness flowing to her cheeks.
"Oh, yeah, it was drawn for you, so that would only be fair." Emma stands up and hands Regina the paper. Regina takes it and looks at it for a moment before folding it back up and carefully putting it into her pocket.
"Thanks Emma." She smiles and leaves the bathroom. Emma stands there for a little once Regina's gone, smiling, and then her smile fades. How did she know my name?
You are my sweetest downfall,
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met