Thanks for reading guys! I'm trying to update as often as possible, because soon I'll be busy with school again! Also, this story is just really easy to write- everything pretty much comes to me. Enjoy, leave reviews! (If you speak Spanish and see anything I could improve on, please tell me! I'm a student and I don't use a translator so I can use all the help I can get!)

Chapter 4

Emma was sitting in English class, aimlessly staring at the wall in front of her. She didn't mean to zone out, but they were reading MacBeth and taking turns reading, and she could catch up at night like she had been so paying attention wasn't exactly her first priority. It wasn't until she heard her name and saw the scowl on Ms. Mills face when the woman reprimanded her.

"Miss Swan!" Emma's whole body jerked in response, her cheeks turning a bright vermillion, as the whole class was now looking at her.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Emma mumbled. She already hated being the center of attention to begin with, but being in trouble at the same time was just icing on the cake. She hated this class.

"I know it won't, because you're going to take over Sarah's part for the rest of the play."

The rest of the play. Emma groaned.

"Miss Swan, do you have a problem?" Ms. Mills looked back at the girl with a raise of an eyebrow, daring her to oppose her. When Emma shook her head in response, Ms. Mills grinned and motioned for the class to get back to reading aloud.

At the end of the class period when Emma was about to exit the room, she heard a firm "Wait" from behind her. Ms. Mills.

"Yes, Ms. Mills?"

Emma tried not to lick her lips at the sight of Ms. Mills who was now making that sexy face she always made when things didn't quite go her way. "Tell me you didn't think you were leaving my room without a proper punishment for your actions."

Suddenly, her feet became very interesting. She tried to ignore the feeling of Ms. Mills' eyes boring into her. "I didn't," she said firmly. She may have been ashamed and afraid, but she sure wasn't going to show it. It wasn't even so much that Ms. Mills scared her, it was the fact that she was pining over a woman that hated her guts.

Ms. Mills smacked her lips and clasped her hands together. "Good! Now, you are going to give me twenty minutes of your time, like you took twenty minutes of mine. I don't have anything for you to do, so sit at your desk."

Emma nodded, but she was upset about missing lunch with her friends. As if on cue, her phone beeped but before she could check her phone to see who it was, Ms. Mills was suddenly next to her with her hand held out. "I'll take that."

Sighing, Emma got her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Ms. Mills. Sitting down in a chair, she began to stare at the clock. She didn't want to be caught daydreaming, but she couldn't help it. This time she thought of Spanish. She was pretty good at it, fluent actually, and she always wrote her feelings in Spanish. Quietly getting out her notebook, she began to write to herself. Speaking Spanish calmed her, even more than English did honestly. Mary Margaret didn't speak Spanish, so when the woman upset her it was nice that she had her own language to do so that no one understood.

Once finished, she was going to close it, but she was prevented from doing so as the book was snatched from her desk. "Hey! Give that back?" She reached for the book but Ms. Mills held it out of her reach. Good thing I wrote it in Spanish.

Regina scanned the paper thoroughly. Her eyes darted from word to word, tearing up at every single one.

No estoy diciendo que quiero morir, pero estoy diciendo que a veces no estoy contenta. Mi vida es Buena, pero mi maestra ella me odia mucho. No pienso que soy importante. A veces, cuando estoy en mi cama lloro toda la noche porque nada hago tener razón. Mary Margaret me dijo que mi Madre me dio a otra familia porque ella me ama, pero dudo que ella me ame o que ella piense de yo. Me acuerdo cuando yo siempre lloraba y mis "hermanos" me diría que nadie me amaba. Ahora, estoy sentando en la clase de Srta. Mills y espero que yo no lloro.

[I am not saying that I want to die, but I am saying that sometimes I'm not happy. My life is good, but my teacher hates me a lot. I don't think I'm important. Sometimes, when I am in my bed I cry all night because nothing I do is right. Mary Margaret told me that my mom gave me to another family because she loves me, but I doubt that she loves me or thinks of me. I remember when I always cried and my "siblings" would tell me that no one loved me. Now, I am in Ms. Mills' room and I hope I don't cry.]

Emma watched as Ms. Mills read her paper. She sighed in relief because she didn't see any signs of recognition on the older woman's face. She watched as the woman gently set her notebook down and went back to her desk. "Emma, you may leave."

Emma searched the brunette's face for any source of sarcasm or what her teacher may have considered a joke. She didn't see any sarcasm, but she did see guilt? Why would Ms. Mills be guilty? Deciding she was just seeing things, she hurried off to meet her friends at lunch. What she didn't notice was the increasing wetness in her teacher's eyes.

Regina Mills was officially guilty. It wasn't an emotion she thought she had, but she realized that was a mere lie and the ache she felt deep inside was ineffable. How could she do that to Emma? When she read the blonde's notebook, she didn't think she was serious when she wrote about hoping to finally be someone important and not just a nobody. She guessed Emma was just a fan of Emily Dickinson, but apparently her student really was feeling insignificant, and Regina only added to that.

Regina knew that feeling very well, and it pained her to know that she had hurt a student like she had once been hurt herself. She smiled softly to herself, vowing to treat Emma better with each passing day.