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All chapters is from Regina's point of view unless stated otherwise
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My stomach began churning from the second my eyes opened after hearing my mothers harsh tones awaken me. "Gina get up! First day of school so you don't want to be late" I rolled over and checked my phone...6am Monday 18th of January. I sigh as I shove my head further back into my pillow hoping that it will open up and swallow me whole.
"Morning mom" I say as I walk into the kitchen and see my mother sipping coffee and reading the news paper with a stern and cold look on her face. "You have 10 minutes Regina" she says as she looks up growling at me with piercing eyes that stare straight through. I begin to quickly shove my books in my bag and I grab an apple... "Mom...do I really have to go? I mean I could drop out, start college...anything but school" her eyes quickly dart from her article to me. If looks could kill I would be six feet under ground and be getting attacked by moths. "Regina do not start. You will go to school and you will get on with your life instead of sulking. Some people have bigger issues" I bow my head, "yes mum."
Being the new kid is never easy, I've moved schools many times but never in this situation. My current move was due to the fact that my mom wanted a whole new state where no one knew us and we knew no one, with no memories but just because we left the memories, doesn't mean the memories left us."Regina run!" My dad yelled frantically as the first bomb hit and the earth only 60 feet away exploded. I ran for my life, looking back to see my dad only steps behind. I began to run out of breath and began slowing down, panting heavily trying to catch my breath. I began to get disorientated but kept on running and running...BOOM.
Another explosive went off and jerked me back into full focus, I turned looking for my dad but I couldn't see him anywhere "DAD" I started screaming "DAD WHERE ARE YOU"...nothing other than the noise of others screaming was heard. I began crying harder than I'd ever cried before and started to go back the way, I wasn't leaving without him but then a woman grabbed me by the arm "sweetie you have to go this way please!" She yelled as she tried pulling me back...I was such a wreck that I gave in and let her pull me a long beside her.
We made it to a safe zone and I seen the news on the TV showing "breaking News; mass bombing over 400 injured and 180 deceased" it was after hunting for my dad that I realised that he was amongst the injured and deceased...
I pulled into the car park and looked at the modern school building that stood before me, with orange and black flags and banners representing the school team "the tigers" I got out and leant against the car as I took in my surroundings. Automatically I began walking, walking into crowds of people where my identity was unknown, where they stared and judged my presence...where I was completely alone.
After getting my timetable at the reception I headed to my first class...Science with Mr Booth. My nerves started bouncing around in a fast paced dance that I couldn't keep up with. I walked into the already full class and nervously walked over to the front desk and handed in my notice. "Good morning..." he looked at the piece of paper for a second time "Regina, please take a seat" he said with a kind hearted smile. I sat at the only empty seat which was next to a sallow skinned boy with black rugged hair and what looked like the start of a very nice beard. He stared up at me as he moved his books along to the other side of the work bench, a light smile parted from between his lips. Me Booth carried on with the lesson, talking endlessly about the respiratory system. "Okay now I want you's to work in pairs on this weeks assignment" I looked up to see everyone begin speaking with the person next to them about the assignment but I sat rooted to the spot, motionless and speechless. "So..." the boy pulled the paper with my name on it over to him "Regina...can I call you Regi?" he asked..."uhh yeah sure" I say. "I'm Killian, Killian Jones" he says as he winks. I smile. The lesson continues and Killian makes small talk and I reply with short brief answers. "So Regi, where are you from? I think about his question, I've been in so many places that I don't know where my origin is any more, I don't know where I belong. "I was born in Arizona,moved to Alabama, to Manhattan and now here" he raises his eyebrow "wow you're well travelled then. Why Maine though? Out of everywhere why here?" I shrugged, "it's quiet, secluded and it's somewhere new" he nodded at my answer. "Well welcome to Storybrooke" I smile "thank you"
The class ends and I walk out quickly to start the morning break "hey Regina!" I hear Killian calling after me. "You're in my next class, wanna come hang and then we can go to English together? I was glad to have someone who was being so kind "yeah, sure" I say as he leads me down a corridor. "I'll introduce you to my people" he says with a smile, I smile back although my heart starts pounding and I begin to get extremely nervous...just breath Regina..." Hey guys, this is Regina, she's going to be hanging with us okay? They all smile up at me "Regi, this is Robin, Eric, Belle, Ruby and Emma" they all say hello other than the blonde known as Emma, she stares down at her phone, transfixed to whatever was going on in the technical world. "Em" Ruby says as she nudges Emma. The blonde looks up and her green eyes meet mine "oh sorry, I feel so rude. Hi I'm Emma" I smirk, "no worries and I'm Regina, it's nice to meet you"
I don't know what it was about her...maybe the way her blonde locks softly hung over her shoulders or the way her dazzling green eyes sparkled in the light. How her complexion brightened up the room or her voice so soft and sweet...rather like an angel but I knew that whatever it was I was mesmerised by her.
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FanfictionStarting a new school in a new town is never easy but especially for Regina Mills. After her fathers untimely death Regina ends up with anxiety and depression and finds it difficult to communicate and to adapt to new places but this all changes when...