The Next Morning
" Emma dear. " the sweet voice of Mary Margret was heard right outside of the spare room. Slowly she opened the door to see Emma laying flat on her stomach still fast asleep. Mary Margret wasn't sure if she had been going to school before she came here but in her home everyone went to school. She sat gently on the edge of the young girl's bed which caused her to wake up a bit scared. " Oh.. sorry it's just me. " She said. Emma turned to face her and was confused for a second. Where was she? But then it hit her and yesterday events came rushing back. She glanced at Mary Margret who was starring at her bare arms. Emma followed her eyes and realize right away why Mary was so quiet. " Um.." Emma said and that got Mary Margret attention.
She turned to look straight at Emma and frowned " Did that guy hurt you, Emma?" She asked pointing to the bruises on Emma's arm. Emma sighed and looked at her arm. " Yes but it doesn't matter." She said crossing her arms over her chest. Mary Margret could tell Emma wasn't ready to open up, after all they only just met. Mary Margret cleared her throat and went for a gentle smile. " I wasn't sure if you were in school or not but if you are going to stay here for now you need to be in school. Plus I am a teacher at our school so you won't be alone. " She said. Emma hated school. She didn't hate it for the same reason other kids her age did, she hated it because she never made friends because she was always alone. Emma pulled the covers up and shook her head. " I am not going. I can't. " She said in a low whisper. Mary Margret crossed her arms.
" Emma I know you are having a hard time right now but you should learn. I am sure you will make friends. Like I said I will be there and if you need me you can just come to my classroom. " She said patting her leg. Emma winced at the touch of Mary's hand but luckily Mary didn't notice. She realized she had no other choice. She pushed the covers off and stood up. " What do I have to wear?" She asked looking directly at Mary. Before she could answer, Mary took off out the door and came back quickly with a girl's uniform. She handed it to Emma who took it. " I got up pretty early and went out to get these plus a few clothes. I doubt you brought much with you. " She said. She didn't even bother to ask yesterday what did Emma bring and Emma wasn't planning to show her.
After about ten minutes, Emma came down stairs fully dress. However her long blonde hair wasn't brush and slightly tangle as it hung behind her. " Okay I am ready. " Emma said but Mary just shook her head. " Your hair..." She said a bit horrified. Emma frowned a bit. Growing up she never had a mother to brush her hair. She managed the best she could by herself but she wasn't good at it. Again she had no one to teach her. Instantly Mary Margret understood and came over with a brush in her hand. " Turn around and let me brush your hair. " She said in the sweetest voice she had. Emma was so surprise by the action that all she could do was to obey. For the first time since was born, her hair would be properly brushed and care for.
The ride to the school was short and neither one spoke. Once she pulled up, Emma leaped out. She watched as kids her age piled inside the building. Emma slightly groaned and didn't move. It was Mary Margret's hands that guided her inside. She looked around with wide eyes. She was so lose. She could feel her heart slamming against her rib cage. Mary stepped in front of her and looked at Emma with the kindness in her eyes. " It will be okay. Now your classroom is only a little ways down the hall from mine. I already explained to your teacher what was happening and she if you need to be excuse you can. Now don't worry. And during my break I will be working on find you the perfect family. " She said and Emma just simply nodded. She faced the door to her new classroom and decided to finally open the door to go in where twenty pairs of eyes were burning into her skin.
" Ah you must be Emma. It is okay, come in and take a seat. " the women in the chair at the desk called to her as she stood at the door. Emma had her hands behind her back as she starred at the faces before her. It was either now or later. With heavy feet, she walked over to the only empty seat. She glanced to her right where a boy with hazel eyes was looking at her. She sunk farther into her chair and looked at the front. However that didn't stop the eager boy from speaking to her. " Hi! I am Henry. " He said in a cheerful tone. She went pale as a ghost. Was he really speaking to her? No one spoke to her. When she didn't answer he frowned but wasn't quit ready to give up. " I ever heard my mom talking about a new girl in town, must be you. Strange no one ever comes here. " He edged on, determined to get her to speak.
It only took her a second to realize who he just mention. Only two people so far knew she was here, Mary Margret and that Regina lady. She turned her head toward him and raised an eyebrow. " Your mother.. you mean the mayor, Regina, is your mother?" She asked to make sure she heard him right. He sighed glancing down at his hands. She was surprised the women had any kids, she seem well a bit evil. Henry shrugged his shoulders. " My adoptive mother actually." He said a bit disappointed. Emma let out a little gasped. He was someone like her. But he had it better than her, or at least she hoped he did. Though by the way he sounded, maybe he didn't. " You don't love your mother? " She asked. Henry frowned. " I do.. I guess.. I can't say the same for her. " He said looking out the window.
" Why? She adopted you. She has to love you. " She said. She was bit surmised. She grew up thinking that if you got adopted that you would always be loved. It was why she wanted to be adopted badly. But if that wasn't the case then would she ever be loved. She thought about how Mary Margret treated her. She quickly cleared the thought. She is only nice to you because you have no where to go. She thought with sadness. Henry took a deep breath. " She loves me I think but.. its hard to explain but my mother isn't the nicest. Some even say she is evil. " He said. Now Emma knew he was crazy. She might not be nice but she wasn't evil. Even though Emma had thought she was, she knew that couldn't be possible.
" You shouldn't say things like that Henry. I am sure she cares a lot. You should be grateful you have a mother. " She said in the saddest tone. Henry shook his head. " You don't understand though. My mother IS evil. It's a fact. If you knew what I knew you would believe me. " He said crossing his arms. Emma took that as a challenge. She smirked at him." Okay fine how about you come by my hou-" She cut her own self off realizing her mistake. She bit her lip before continuing. " Come by Ms. Blanchard's place and tell me." She said as she looked at him. He smiled, little she knew that this was just the beginning to her new future.
The school day flew by and Emma was for once excited. She found Mary Margret in her classroom and decided now was the time to ask about Henry coming over. Henry said his mother wouldn't care and would be over right after school. Emma approached Mary Margret with a smile. " Hello Emma, ready to go? " She asked. Emma nodded. " Yes.. but I have a question. " She began and Mary just nodded for her to continue. " I met a boy in my class today.. Henry, Ms. Regina's son. And wonder if he could come over?" She rushed her question out, worried she would say no. Mary Margret grabbed Emma's hand and smiled. " Of course. We better get going then to greet Henry when he gets there. " She said and both walked out the school building knowing that today had been a successful day.