Chapter 3: Do You Have To Own The Town?

A/N: Warning Mr. Gold may go a little OOC but hopefully not too much.

I woke up to hear a clattering downstairs. Trying to ignore the noise I dresses and made my way down the stairs. Jumping the last three steps I heard a stream of swear words spoken with such a thick accent probably no one could understand. Good.

I stopped right before the kitchen door. Slowly opening it I stared at my dad. A pot was lying next to his feet, as was his cane. He was clutching his hand, which even from this distance I could tell was a violent shade of magenta.

"What on earth happened?" I had to refrain myself from smirking.

"Oatmeal. Dropped pot. Boiling water spilled on my hand. It hurts."

"You tried to make your own breakfast? Why? You haven't for the past 28 years, why start now?" He looked up at me and growled.

"Just fix my bloody hand!"

I stuck out my hand, waiting for him to give me his. After staring at me hesitantly he obliged. I dragged him over to the sink, I turned on the tap. Sticking his hand under the stream of icy cold water, I continued searching for a first aid kit.

"Where is the first aid kit?"

"Don't have one." I looked at him incredulously.

"And why not?''

"Didn't ever think I needed it."

"Ugh! Then how am I supposed to wrap up your hand?" He gave me a look that plainly spelled out 'You lived in a fairy tale. They didn't have first aid kits.'

"Even in the castle we had a little box filled with potions to help with the mild ailments. And lots of clean pieces of cloth."

"Just leave it, I'll be fine. Not doing much with my hands today, school inspection."

"School inspection? School!" I looked up at the little electric clock that stood by the stove, 8:35!

Leaving my dad by the sink I stormed over to the clock, jerking it out of the wall and chucking it across the kitchen and through the open dining room door.

"Never liked the electric clock anyway." My dad smirked at me.

I scowled, running all over the downstairs looking for my backpack.

"You left it at the shop." His voice taking on its Rumplestilskin tone.

"Are you bleedin kidding me?"

"Do I kid?"

"No, not as Mr. Gold, but Rumplestilskin does."

"That he did dearie."

"Stop talking like that! What am I supposed to do about my bag?"

"We'll pick it up on the way to your school."

"That doesn't stop me from having a detention!"

"But I do."

"I would love to see you tell that to my English teacher, Mrs. French!" I saw his face go pale.

"Well, I guess you will get to see." He grabbed his cane and headed to the front door.

I followed him out, mumbling "This will be the most interesting school inspection day ever."

"You are late Miss. Gold." I ignored her and walked to the back of the class. Thank goodness my desk is in the back. "Mr. Gold, what are you doing here?" I heard Mrs. French give a nervous giggle.

"Inspection." My dad never did like long explanations. "Where can I sit to get a good view of your teaching?" Only I heard the mocking tone he used. It was a bit too much like Rumple, but enough Gold to not seem strange, that and I was the only one who understood.

"Oh in the back next to Noah." She pointed to the boy who sat behind me… ARE YOU KIDDING! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO SIT THERE?

I buried my head in my arms. Subtle? You judge. I heard the stifled gasps of my classmates. After all seeing the man who owned most of their houses and single handedly destroyed the one bank in town, it is quite a thing to behold. Hey I told, Storybrooke me is sarcastic!

-Two annoying periods later-

"You don't have to eat lunch in the cafeteria….Granny's is right next door." I was trying to shoo away my dad. I already had no friends…unless you count Henry; I didn't need my dad here to make things worse.

"But the whole point of the inspections is so that I make sure the schools are operating to my liking."

"You sure they aren't just to annoy me." He glared at me.

I raised my hands in defeat. "Are you going to eat with me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I miss out on the perfect Father/Daughter bonding opportunity?" He smiled…mockingly.

"Because you're you."

He glared at me again.

We entered the lunch room. I am sure that all talking stopped. I ignored everyone and got in the line. My dad found a spot at a table. Or as it really happened, everyone at the closest table got up and moved to the table on the other side of the cafeteria.

I paid for my hamburger and sat down.

"You eat that stuff?"

"What?" I managed to say through a mouthful of bun and meat.

"It looks fake."

"Probably is, but it is the best thing school lunches offer."

His mouth became a thin line. I quickly finished eating and swallowed my milk in one gulp. Dumping my tray, I motioned for my dad to follow me out of the cafeteria.

He slowly got up and limped his way to the door. Letting him follow me up the stairs (he doesn't have to know that there was an elevator) and led him to my science class.

I moved to back of the classroom, to my assigned-by-the-rest-of-the-class-because-no-one-sits-there seat.

"Do you sit in the back in every class?" He glowered at the only other student who came into class thirty minutes early.

"Ya, why does it matter?"

"Doesn't."

-Thirty Awkward Minutes Later-

"Class we have a guest today, please make Mr. Gold feel welcome…. If it isn't obvious why I hate my science teacher I'll tell you. She is too preppy. Not that I'm Goth, but 'a warm welcome to Mr. Gold?' Really?"

The rest of the class went on with the teacher calling attention to me or Daddy Dearest.

So did the rest of the day….. I HATE MY SCHOOL! That and I have been going there for twenty-eight years.

Why I had to be the daughter of the man who owns the whole town is beyond me. But I'll tell you one thing…I hate it.

What do you think?

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