Storybrooke High

Chapter 1- Emma's POV

So here I was, a dorky 16 year old transferring to a new school in the middle of the year to a place called Storybrooke. I live in New York with my foster parents who adopted me when I was left on the street as a baby by my real parents. I really wasn't looking forward to moving to Maine, especially not to a town called Storybrooke.

I put on a red flannel shirt, blue jeans, and white converse hoping that I would at least fit in a little bit. I didn't really fit in in my school now, all I had was my best friend Lily. But when you have a best friend, who really cares about fitting in?
I wasn't bullied or anything, I just really didn't have any friends other than Lily.
Yesterday was the last day I'd see Lily and New York, not forever, but just a really long time. Ugh, did we really have to move to Storybrooke?
My parents have always wanted to move to Maine for reasons that I was never told, so I guess they picked out Storybrooke.
Today is my first day and I am extremely nervous.

In the car I tried my hardest to tune out my parents pep talk and just focus on the radio which was playing some new Beyoncé song that I've never heard before. it was turned down low so I could barely hear it over my parents irritating speech about how great my new high school is going to be. They must be really lacking brain cells if they think I believe that crap.
I peered out the window and saw a medium sized, boring-looking building with STORYBROOKE HIGH at the top.
I was here. Yay.
As I stepped out the car, I realized how nervous I really was. My heart was pounding and It felt like there was a million butterflies in my stomach trying to kill me. And to top it all off, I really had to pee.
I somehow managed to move my feet and walk into the school where about every kid stared at me like I was an alien or something. Well at least I know for sure now that this day is going to suck. If Lily were here, we would be walking side by side down the hall, laughing about something. Lily could make this never ending hall feel so much shorter. I brought tears to my eyes thinking about Lily. Great, now not only am I the new girl but I'm some crying freak too.

I really had no idea where I was supposed to me which means I was going to have to ask someone for help.
As I was looking around for help, one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen came walking down the hall like she owned the whole place. She looked a bit too dressed up for high school, from her black mini skirt to her red lipstick. But wow, she looked pretty damn good. She also looked like a total bitch.
Everyone turned heads when she walked down the hall, taking the attention off me. They looked at me like I was their next meal, but they looked as this girl like she was their queen.
She turned her head in my direction and started making her way over to me. I felt even more nervous now. Up close now I could see she had dark brown eyes that perfectly matched her hair. She was wearing black eyeliner and a few coats of mascara.
"Who are you?" She even had a nice voice. The kind of voice that boys would find sexy. But the way she asked me that question wasn't sexy or friendly, she talked to me like I just stole her boyfriend or punched her in the face.
"I- I'm Emma. Emma Swan."
She looked me up and down. "Well, Swan, all I have to say to you is stay out of my way."
I was right. She is a bitch. But she made it look good.
Before I could say anything back she was already walking into her classroom. I still had no idea where to go.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around to see another girl who looked a lot nicer.
She had a soft face, and long, wavy, brown hair. She was wearing a purple coat with a matching hat.
"Hi, I'm Mary Margaret. Welcome to Storybrooke. What's your name?"
She had a warm smile. I was relieved that at least one person was being nice to me and actually talking to me.
"I'm Emma Swan. And thanks."
"I saw you taking to Regina. Don't listen to her, she's basically like that to everybody."
That made me feel better.
"That's a relief. Could you, um, help me find my class? I don't know where I'm going."
"Yeah. Can I see your schedule?"
I handed the crumbled piece of paper to her.
"Oh, you have Mr.Gold first period. So do I. Just follow me."