Chapter 4: Swan Lake

After Alexander showed me around, we had dinner and was given the household rules. Dinner is at seven pm no matter what.

My first day in Storybrooke was sunny, a little cold and just a tad windy. I woke up as soon as my alarm clock sounded. My colorful little dress called me from the back of my closet so I put it on and headed outside before my 'roommate' could catch me.

For the first time in the past six years I had a sleep full of nightmares, with imaginary eyes watching me. The only unusual part of my dreams was that it wasn't Edward, the person I caught observing me from the corner of my eyes. It was Alexander and not the Great one...

I drove to the diner for coffee, met Mary there and we walked to the school together. Frankly driving such a story distance seemed like a waste of gas! The classes went by fast and the kids are actually very friendly. During art I asked them to draw a magical fairyland for me, my favorite subject to draw as a little girl. I promised them that by Christmas we'd make a scale model of a fairyland. They liked that and worked fast and quietly. After preschool was over I headed to the school for my extra shift and then decided to take a drive though town.

Unfortunately for my wardrobe the one and only clothing store in town was ... hideous. Thankfully the town's public library had a fairly good wifi system even if the books were nothing I hadn't read before. I really hope Amazon delivers to Storybrooke, Maine though.

There was also a bakery, a garage & repair shop, the diner, an inn, the library, the schools, a playground, a small pier that wasn't in use anymore and an antique shop called 'Mr. Gold's Pawnbroker & Antiquities dealer'. I pulled over deciding I'd stop by and say hello and thank him for the job but the store was closed and locked.

I heard a scream and pulling an Edward I dove to the street knocking the kid out of the way of the car that didn't even slow down and kept driving.

"Hey kid you okay?"

The kid's eyes were wide and he was looking over my shoulder. he was holding a book with leather cover and i pried it gently from his hand to see the name that was written on the front page. Henry.

"Henry?"

I nudged the kid gently again and this time it blinked and shook his head before looking at me.

"hi"

"hey there, are you alright buddy?"

he nodded

"who..who are you?"

he stammered.

"My name is Bella Swan, I'm the new teacher. can I take you somewhere sweetie?"

"My mom.. I mean Emma"

"Where is she?"

"the police station on main street"

"alrighty"

I helped him get up and he limped to my car. He gave me directions to the police station where I carried him up the few stairs and inside the station. A brunette man in the same uniform Dad wears jumped from his seat

"What's going on, what happened?"

"Where is Emma?"

I asked him but just then a blond woman wearing civilian clothes and a badge on her waist came in from another room.

"What did you do to him?"

She snarled and grabbed him from my arms.

"a car almost hit him. I pushed him out of the way"

Her lips formed a thin line. She seriously scares me.

"Did you see the car?"

The uniformed guy asked after bringing a first aid kit for the sobbing kid

"Sleek, black, came straight out of the woods, didn't even slow down"

"You saw the driver?"

"Nope, but the car had no plates"

The blond woman had calmed the kid while the man finished interrogating me. then she turned to me

"are you new here too?"

"yeah, why?"

she shook her head

"No reason. Emma swan"

I blinked

"Bella swan. The new teacher"

it was her turn to blink. the sheriff was looking at us and the kid had a soft small smile on his lips

"I'm Sheriff Graham, Emma is my Deputy"

we all shook hands. Emma was still looking at me as if I were ghost. I smiled politely, told the kid who introduced himself as Henry Mills goodbye and went to my new home. the name Emma swan was pulling in my memory but was coming back sort.

Seeing as I had about thirty minutes till dinner i decided to give dad a call. he picked on the first ring. After inquiring about his day and telling him about my first day at work I asked

"dad, who is Emma Swan?"

he gasped

"your dead sister"