Okay, so the story isn't that different, but there are some detail changes. I am going to be changing a lot of how David and MM react. Stay tuned!
Today I enter the town known as Storybrooke, to me it honestly sounds like a town full of hopeless dreamers.
I pull up behind my adoptive parents' car. The new house looks like something that should be torn down in my mind, but that is just me.
The house was sold with all the furniture included, I find that gross and highly unsanitary, but at least we don't have to haul any furniture inside the house like couches and beds. I shudder about thinking about other bodies sleeping where I am about to. I stop the engine to my yellow bug and go to my trunk to unload my bags. I walked around my room and chose a room that was perfect for me. I open one of the bags and begin to decorate. That's when my adoptive mother, Mary Margaret came in.
"I like your room honey, but why in the attic?"
"I like the way it looks, it is small and reminds me of Harry Potter, as you know it is my favorite book series."
"I know, I am going to leave you to it." She begins to walk out but then quickly turns around. "Oh, Neal has been looking for you so I am going to send him in."
"Alright, Mom." I say returning to the work of hanging posters.
It takes about five minutes until I hear the sound of feet sprinting across the wooden floor and up the stairs.
"Emmy!" Neal screams as he enters the room. I quickly grab him and twirl around.
"What's up my little jitterbug?"
"Nofing." I love it when he talks like this, he doesn't know how to properly announciate words quite yet." I like your room, it so small, why?"
"What what?" I ask setting him down.
"Why small room and not big room like mommy, daddy, and me?"
"I just like it kid." I reply, he then leaves skipping down the stairs. I decide to go around and explore.
It's a bit old-school for my liking but it suits the parents. They like the older look it has to it. Mom says it adds character, I say it adds old people looks. I end up in the kitchen where mom is working about to clean. She can be a bit of a clean freak when she is nervous.
"Mom," I say taking the scrub away from her "You are going to erode the counter to ashes."
"I'm sorry dear, I just am worried about you starting school tomorrow, you have never had good luck in new schools." She was so thoughtful and caring. I wish dad was more like this...
"Mom, I know my luck in schools hasn't been the best, but when have I let it bother me, what do I always tell Neal?" I lied. The torture of school always bothered me.
"You don't let them bother you, and you tell Neal that bullies are just jealous giants." She chuckles at the 'jealous giant' part.
"See, Nothing to worry about, now I am going to go drive around so that I know where I am going tomorrow, I have my phone on me." I say as I show the phone and I walk out the door to my car. My little yellow bug.
I drive around until I see a sign it reads: Storybrooke High. I guess this is the place. I begin my drive home. I have to get a good night's rest for school in the morning.
Okay so this is my first teacherXstudent kind of story. There will be A LOT of drama when we start getting into the story but first let me tell you something. I will be doing a weekly shoutout thing who ever gives me the most smiles in the comments after they read they will get a shoutout in next week's upload. I am planning on updating either twice or once a week. Some will just be shoutouts if i am not in the mood for writing but leave a like and comment
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History Class
FanfictionEmma Swan is 18 and a new student at Storybrooke High. She falls for someone she can't have. ⚠ Warning ⚠ Contains self-harm and smut.
