Storybrooke High

Chapter 1: Getting There

Emma's POV

I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or if it was reality. I was about to go to a boarding school, Storybrooke High. It wasn't any ordinary school, though. No, it was a magic school.

It was a warm day in May when I found out I had magical powers. My foster brothers and I were outside, enjoying the day. Owen, the youngest at 5 years old, was climbing a tree, while 12 year old Luke and I sat, eating ice cream and watching. We were having a good time, that is until Owen, who was pretty high up in the tree, started to fall. I was 15, the oldest of the three of us, so I felt responsible. I started to run towards him, but soon realized that I couldn't do anything to stop him from falling. I stretched my arm out, as if I were magically trying to stop him from hitting the ground. And then, a miracle happened. A white light shot out of my hand and stopped Owen from falling. Luke's eyes were wide open and staring straight at me.

"Emma... Did you just save Owen's life?" Luke said timidly.

"Emmie, do you have magic?" Owen questioned excitedly.

"I... I don't know."

Luke, Owen, and I kept my powers a secret for a while, until we decided that it was best if my foster parents knew. It might've been because I saved their son's life, but they accepted the fact that I have magic and treated me no different than before.

A few weeks later, a letter arrived. It said that I have been accepted into Storybrooke High, a boarding school for magical kids. My foster parents thought it would be a good idea for me to go, so after many days of convincing, I agreed to go. The only problem was that it's in Maine.

I lived a pretty good life in Mankato, Minnesota. In fact, it was the place I'd lived in the longest. I couldn't stand the thought of leaving my foster family to go to a weird magical school like in Harry Potter. I hoped that maybe it'd be worth it.

I got on the plane at Mankato Regional Airport and sat down in seat 17F. I looked around, checking for anything that could ruin the flight. No crying babies, no fat guy sitting next to me, no child that would kick my seat. Everything was good so far. I looked out the window, wondering what Storybrooke would be like, until a girl's voice disrupted my thoughts.

"Ingrid, I thought we were all sitting together!" A girl, around 14 with brown, almost red, hair said. She was wearing a pink and navy blue blouse and a pair of jeans. Her hair was in braids that laid over her shoulder.

"Anna, I'm sitting right in front of you. It'll be fine." A taller, older blonde girl, who I presumed to be Ingrid said. She was wearing a white sweater with a snowflake on it and a white skirt. Her hair was up in a bun and she had a white headband on.

"Just sit down and stop worrying." A icy blonde haired girl with blue  eyes said as she sat down next to me. She was wearing a light blue sweater and white leggings. Her hair was in a French braid that flowed on to her right shoulder. The red-head, Anna, was sitting in the aisle seat next to the icy blonde, while the other blonde, Ingrid, sat in the window seat right in front of me.

We all sat in silence for a good 5 minutes, until Miss Icy Blonde spoke up.

"You're about our age, and you're going to Maine. I'm gonna go out on a limb here, Are you going to Storybrooke?" She said turning towards me.

"Umm... Yeah," I replied.

"Awesome, we're going there too," Ingrid said.

"Wait, like Storybrooke High? The boarding school? The," I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Magic school?"

"Yup," said Anna.

"I'm Elsa. It's nice to meet you." The icy blonde shook my hand.