A/N: I received a review that said this is ripped off from another story. I would like to clarify that it was not my intent. I did like the idea of a blog from Emma's view, so I'm doing it in a different way. I promise that I am in no way trying to copy your original idea with the alphabetical thing. I promise and apologize if I offended you! I simply loved the idea of a blog and since I blog myself, I thought an Emma one would be fun.
I guess I should start from the very beginning, as I like order. When I first moved to Lima, I didn't know a single soul. I really didn't. The only contact I'd had was with Principal Figgins through a series of e-mails and phone conversations that acquired my job as the guidance counselor for West McKinley High School. While I was very excited at the prospect of a job, I was also terrified of a whole new experience and a whole new place full of germs, dirt, and people I didn't know. It was like...the first day of middle school, to equate it to something you might relate to. Awkward, uncomfortable, and most of all terrifying for someone like me.
That first morning I spent nearly two hours getting ready out of nervousness and inability to decide what to wear on my first day of work. But I finally decided on something simple, yet very me. My black pencil skirt, light pink shirt with a bow on the collar, and a black pair of Mary Jane's. (Yes I remember exactly what outfit I wore...OCD remember?) After spending the time picking out my outfit, I curled my hair just so and finally headed out the door. I arrived at the school an hour earlier than I was expected, mostly so I could get my office and desk in order. I had a few things from home with me, including a lily my mother gave me as a going away gift. Lilies were always a favorite of mine because of their cleanliness. They are white and pure and since I don't have a pet, it serves the purpose of something to care for and look after.
After cleaning my new office twice and putting everything in order, including putting out my pencils to take notes with later, I was satisfied with how it looked. When I sat down and surveyed everything, I was surprised to see that I was given an office with no direct privacy, which to me was a little embarrassing since I like to have some privacy. Plus glass is ridiculously difficult to clean! (No joke...I spend at least thirty minutes of every day cleaning those stupid windows.) Aside from the windows and lack of privacy, the space I had was a quaint little space of my own. A little place where I could keep everything in its place and in order. That was just how I liked things and I could tell that this was the start of something new for me.
Later that morning, I went to my very first staff meeting...and that's when I saw him. Will Schuester. We were sitting across from one another at the meeting and while I kept to myself, mostly to avoid physical contact with anyone since I knew no one, I couldn't help but look up at him every once in a while. He was very attractive. In fact, he was the most attractive person I'd ever seen in my life...which is saying something considering I was approaching thirty when I took the job. I couldn't help but look at him with his curly blonde hair and gorgeous hazel eyes, but I averted my gaze every time he looked up. My attention was diverted momentarily when I was awkwardly introduced to the staff by Principal Figgins, but my attention went right back to Will afterward, albeit only stolen glances every once in a while. It wasn't until very late into the meeting that I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring and knew that all chances I had were nil.
The meeting dispersed for the school day as it would begin and I went back to my office to gather myself for the oncoming day, only to be greeted a few moments after I reached my desk by a voice behind me.
"You must be Emma Pillsbury," the voice said. I looked up to see the one person I really didn't expect.
"Oh, um...yes. Please call me Emma," I managed to pull myself together.
"I'm Will Schuester," he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. I looked at it awkwardly before shaking it slowly. "I teach Spanish here."
"It's really nice to meet you," I said softly, still taking note of his wedding ring. He's a married man Emma...off limits. I had to remind myself several times.
That initial meeting has stuck in my mind after all of these years. I still remember what he wore too...those dark wash jeans and his navy button down shirt with a red tie. It was sexy and attractive on him...even if it was casual. Years have passed since that day...almost five to be exact and I still know how lucky I am to have Will in my life, but the most important part is not the beginning or the end, but the journey to how we got from there to here.
But every story has a beginning, right?