* = Authors Note at bottom

Even though it was confirmed by a doctor that Emma was indeed very much pregnant; she still had to attend school. At least until she was closer to her due date. Then she could have all of her school work delivered to her house. But for now, she must attend classes.

Emma stood in front of Storybrooke High school with her class schedule clutched to her chest. She would never admit this out loud but she was a bit nervous. It had been almost a year since she last attended school. She had gotten into a fight with Ingrid causing her to run away and drop out. She left with Neal to travel the world after that. So much for that idea though. He had ended up breaking her heart by leaving her behind which ended up with her in jail where she discovered that she was pregnant with the bastard's child.

It was a good thing that she was studying ahead of her classes back when she did attend. Her placement test results came in about a week ago that gave her new school the okay to place her in the regular classes for seniors. So she didn't have any classes to make up and was well on her way to graduating. A dream that she assumed was lost on her.

Emma glanced down at her schedule. Her first class was English with a Miss Ghorm in room 209. She had no idea where that would be. Mr. Gold had given her everything that she would need for school, but a map of the school was not one of them. She would have to ask around or just pick one up from the office. Emma figured that it would just be easier to get a map so that she wouldn't be bothering someone every time she left for the next class. Besides, it was good to know where everything was. So with that thought in mind, Emma made her way to the building in front of her.

The office was mostly empty when Emma entered. The only person around was a woman who sat in front of an old computer. From the way that she stared at the screen Emma could easily guess that was mostly all this woman did for her job. It wasn't very exciting judging by the bored expression and dark rings around the woman's eyes.

Emma saw no need to bother the woman though. All she needed was a map. Schools usually kept a stack on display for any to take. Normally they were on the counter or something. Emma walked up to the only counter in room to search for the stack of paper. This counter happened to be the same one that the woman sat behind. So when Emma approached; the woman snapped her head up to her sudden unexpected visitor.

"Hello. How can I help you?" the woman asked a bit too eager in Emma's opinion.

Emma just smiled at the woman awkwardly as she eyed the counter for the object of her desire. "Just here for a map."

"Oh, let me print one out for you then."

"You don't have any on display?"

That was weird. Every school that Emma visited before always had maps everywhere.

The woman smiled kindly as she pressed buttons into the computer before a machine- that could only be guessed to be the printer- nearby came to life. "Storybrooke is a small town. Everyone here knows where everything is already. It's only rare for us to have anyone new."

Emma hid her face in her hands while she let out a loud groan. She never thought about it before, but it really should have been obvious at this point. She was going to stick out like a sore thumb. It was bad enough to be a new kid in school and have to deal with all the questions and stares, but to be a new kid in a small town was even worse.

The door suddenly opened then, alerting Emma to the new presence in the room. She didn't bother to see who it was.

"Oh, Killian, what did you do this time?" the woman asked the new comer as she got Emma's map from the printer. She handed Emma the paper and wished her a good day before facing Killian.

Emma looked down at her map to see where her first class was. The room number had been 209 and from what Emma saw that was at the back of the school. School was surprising small. It was just a fourth size from normal schools. Now that Emma thought about it this news shouldn't be surprising.

"Hey, Mrs. White. I just had a little fight with Peter again is all."

Before Emma left to her class, she took a glimpse at the new comer. The first thing that she saw was the black leather of his jacket. Her eyes trailed further up to see the dark hair and smoldering eyes. He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. As well as a few bruises. He was defiantly the type of man that Emma would have dated before. Dark and mysterious. If Neal hadn't broken her heart so bad she would have talked to the guy. Perhaps even flirted with him. At the end of the day though she was broken. So she walked out of the office and headed to her class without sparing him a second look. She would have to stay away from that type for now on. Her unborn child deserved better. She deserved better.

It took no time at all for Emma to find her classroom. Even though it was at the very back of the school. The school was so small that her class was literately just down the hall from the main office. As Emma walked down the hall she couldn't help but notice how little people still occupied the hallway. She almost assumed she got the wrong time and was early but after catching a quick glimpse to the clock on the wall, she realized she was indeed on time. She had to remember that this wasn't going to be like all the other schools she went to before. It wasn't going to be flooded with kids running around. The general population of the town wasn't even at a thousand people yet. She was expected to only have *twenty three other people graduating with her.

Emma shrugged off her thoughts when she reached her classroom door. She wasn't going to think too much on it, she decided. She will just go with the flow. The classroom was small. Like really small. Maybe half the size of the classrooms she was used to. Perhaps smaller. That made sense considering there were only around fifteen desks. And was that a *blackboard? Emma was sure that they changed those to whiteboards all over the country. Good to know that they still exist in some parts.

Still, as Emma glanced around the room, it was good to see a familiar face in the crowd. It was that petite woman she saw back at the diner. It's been a few days since then so Emma forgot her name by now but if she were to guess maybe it was Margaret. It didn't sound right in her head so Emma decided to wait for the girl to reintroduce herself before looking like an idiot.

"You're Emma Swan, correct?" a voice asked from her left.

Emma turned to face the woman who had addressed her. Judging by the wrinkles next to her eyes, Emma guessed this was her teacher.

Over the years of countless interactions Emma learned two things about herself. One, she could always tell when someone was lying. And two, she was a great judge of character. And with only one look Emma knew that she wasn't going to be getting along with her teacher very much this year. She practically screamed fake with that smile she held on her face. And if there was one thing in this world she did not like, it was fake people. All they ever cared or thought about was nothing but themselves.

Emma gave her teacher a friendly but also very fake smile right back. "Yeah, that's me. "

"I'm Ms. *Reul Ghorm, your English teacher. Please take a seat anywhere you like. Class should start soon." As if further proving Emma's point, Ms. Ghorm quickly walked back to her desk not even bothering to see if Emma had any questions.

Emma would have huffed in annoyance if it wasn't for the petite girl who walked up to Emma.

"Hi, you might not remember me but I'm Mary-Margaret."

'That was it! So close!' Emma thought as she nodded her head, giving Mary-Margaret a sincere smile. "Yeah, the girl from the diner. Thanks for the cinnamon idea, it worked."

Mary-Margaret practically blushed in embarrassment. "Oh, I'm glad. My mom actually does it. I didn't realize that you were a resident here, I thought you were just a tourist passing by. We get those a lot."

Emma nodded her head understanding. She could see the confusion. "I'm Emma Swan, Storybrooke's newest resident and latest student of our humble school."

Emma smiled when Mary-Margaret laughed at her joking politeness.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Emma Swan. Would you care to join me and my friends?" she asked as she gestured to her group who was now staring at them.

"Sure" Emma laughed.

It's been awhile since she had friends.

*People in small towns (Normally Max 5,000 people) usually have only around 20-30 graduates. In my story there are only 23 people. I will try to name them all but there is a chance that Emma won't meet all of them.

*In the show, Mary-Margret's classroom has a blackboard. As do the Nuns.

* In case you didn't know Reul Ghorm is the blue Fairy's other name. I've never heard this in the show for she is always called the blue fairy or Mother Superior but apparently it is. Everywhere I looked stated that this was her name so I'm going with it. Also I never liked Blue so I'm sorry if any of you are offended. She just always seemed so fake to me.

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