Unspoken Words

Chapter One First Day

Shout out to @Hookedonapirate for helping me with this chapter and also the cover photo for the story. Now that I actually have a story to finally publish on this site. I hope you all like this story even though there is only one chapter for it so far. So without further ado, my story.

~Emma' POV~

"Emma! Wake up, you're going to be late !

The sound of Ruby's voice sharply rang in Emma's ear. At first, the words were merely incoherent noises, possibly from a dream. No, definitely from a dream. She dreamt that she was late for her class, which would be very bad thing if it were reality. Today she would be embarking upon a new journey; something she had waited her entire life for. She would be starting her fist day at a University; Storybrooke University to be exact. So naturally, being tardy would certainly not be an ideal start.

"Wake up before I pour ice cold water on you!" Emma heard Ruby shout rather rudely. Damn. Her friend was even more obnoxious in her dream than in real life.

"Emma, do you really want to miss your first day of college?!"

Suddenly, Emma felt her whole body being shaken and stirred to life and once her roommate's words slowly settled into her brain, Emma sat straight up from her bed, feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden movement.

"Crap!"

After a frantic blur of struggling to get out of bed, throwing on a gray t-shirt, a pair of faded jeans and red sneakers and brushing her rumpled golden locks, she put on some light makeup, grabbed her bag and practically flew out of her dorm.

Emma hated being late, especially for her very first class of what she hoped would be a long, productive four years of college. Granted, she was just glad to be out of the foster system. Being moved from one home to another, never knowing where she belonged. Now she had roots. Or hopefully she did. That was still to be determined.

Ruby stayed behind for a later class while Emma ran across campus to her first class, knocking over anyone who got in her way. Pulling out her phone to give it a peak, she saw she had two minutes to get there.

Emma didn't consider herself the nerdy type. She certainly wasn't unintelligent but she really didn't know exactly where she fit in. When she applied for her courses, she wasn't really sure what she wanted to do, but she knew that she loved writing poetry. It was something she used as an outlet... something to escape the reality of her lonely, miserable childhood. And as it turned out, Storybrooke offered a fine Creative Writing Program. She didn't know for certain that she wanted that to be her major, but thankfully Poetry 101 fulfilled three of her general education requirements.

Finally reaching her classroom, she stopped abruptly, trying to catch her breath and slow her heart rate down. She glanced at her phone one again. One minute to spare.

She walked into the room, not really knowing what to expect.

Her nerves slowly started to dwindle once her eyes searched the room, taking in everything. The students were carrying on conversations of their own and the instructor hadn't started yet, so that was reassuring. Walking precariously, she took a seat in the front row. She really wanted to do well in this class.

Emma had just sat in her seat at the front row just as the instructor introduced herself to the class. "Good morning, class. My name is Ms, Frost. This class is to help you with writing poetry and everything that you need to know about it." Ms. Frost explained to the class. "I understand that there are some new faces in my class and some old ones. But I do want to let everyone know that we do have a new student that just recently moved to this town." She said as she walked over to Emma's desk.