Bully
Codi asked for a oneshot of an old bully of Emma's showing up in Storybrooke.
Emma nearly crushed the plastic cup in her hand at the sight of that bitch. How was she even here? It was made even worse by the smug look on Brittany's face when she saw Emma. She walked over to the booth Emma was sitting in.
"Emma? Emma Swan?" She asked. Emma nodded, her lips in such a tight line they were practically non-existent. Brittany then pointed at herself. "It's me, Brittany Miller! We were at Junior High together for a year or so until you…moved house." Brittany commented, trying (and failing) to sound subtle. Emma's hands balled into fists as she got up from the booth, discarding the now useless cup that had held her water.
"Oh yeah." Emma said, her voice shaking with pure fury. "I remember." Brittany and her squad of bitches had put Emma through Hell. Normally during a stint at a bad foster home school was a safe haven. But this school was anything but with Brittany and her friends, especially her main cronies Madison Johnston and Darcy Adams. They made Emma's life Hell for any little reason they could find. Non-brand named clothes or food in her packed lunch. A clearly second hand school bag. Nearly falling asleep in class which clearly meant she was a slut who was up all night for one reason to them. They made Emma feel no better than scum and she would not be made to feel like that again. Without warning she grabbed Brittany by the ponytail and wacked her head off the table. Brittany cried out in agony as Emma stormed out of the diner. Brittany turned to Red.
"Did you see that?!" She yelled. "Aren't you going to call the police?!" Red smirked at the girl she flicked her eyes outside and caught a glimpse of Emma getting into the cruiser.
"Oh honey, she is the police." Red told her feeling rather smug. "And knowing Emma, if she walloped your head off of that wall…well sweetie, you deserved it."