~Emma POV~
"Emma yours guardian is here to pick you up." I hate the way she says that. Her name is Sandy. She's the secretary at my therapy office.
I stand and grab my bag. It's light; no key chains, no gadgets to pull out when I'm bored, no loose change. Just twelve pencils, a notebook, and a folder. That's it.
"Hi Emma." Mary Margaret greets with her usual smile.
"Hi." I say back.
"How was your session?"
"It was okay."
"Did you speak this time?"
"No."
"Emma." She sighs. This is what I do. I stay quiet. I only speak to Mary Margaret and David. Talking gets me hurt. Talking gets me nowhere. My voice hasn't mattered before, so why would it now? Mary Margaret tells me how David is sorry he couldn't make it to pick me up with her today because he has work. He's working on becoming the Sheriff.
I sit in the front the front seat of the light blue car. David has a truck. I like his truck. I put my seatbelt on and bag at my feet. I take this bag every where. It has the things in it that I use to communicate.
"Are you excited for your first day in your new school tomorrow?"
I shrug. The feeling of being excited about anything was taken from me. I never had the chance. Anything that brings me happiness is currently unknown to me.
"Well we're going school shopping." Mary Margaret tries to cheer me up.
"Okay." I mumble. I look out the window searching for anything to grab my attention.
"Emma can I ask you something?" I nod and look at her. "What do you wanna be?"
"A cop."
"Why?"
"To protect."
"What?"
"People. Kids."
"Emma have you ever had a chance—"
"No."
"Emma." She sighs. "That's not what I was going to asks."
"Well I've never had a chance to do anything. All I've ever done is learn how to survive. Nothing else." I look out the window as I start to cry. "Nothing."
"Emma I'm sorry." For the first time I know a true "I'm sorry," it's always been "I'm sorry but," which is a manipulation tactic to make me feel like the bad guy.
"Forget it. It's not your fault."
"Emma do you wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Honey what's wrong? You can't keep holding in all your feelings. I wanna help."
"Why? Why is my life such a burden? Why can't people just accept me for who I am? I'm just a girl with a dick and no parents or anyone who loves her." I cry. I feel the car come to a stop and then into park. I then feel arms around me.
"Emma I love you. I accept you. And you do have parents, David and I. We love and accept you." She holds me as I cry. I've very so much as had a handshake with somebody and here I am crying, and sharing the feeling that I've been forced to suppress for years. "It's okay Emma I got you. We won't go until you're ready." Shes amazing.
-the next day-
"Class we have a new student." I look around the class. The kids are looking back at me waiting. What are they waiting for? I'm not gonna speak so... "Emma? Do you wanna share something about yourself with the class?" I look at her and shake my head. I clench the binder in my arms. If I stay up hear any longer, I'm gonna panic and bolt.
I hand her a piece of paper. It has a list of things about me. I spot a seat in the back and start walking. "Okay Emma. One second. I have to go get you a book." She steps out the classroom. I sit in the seat and the class looks at me as if I've made a mistake. The door opens and in walks this big ass boy. He has clearly never missed a meal. His uniform is not on properly. He walks down the row of desks. He stops at the one in sitting in.
"You're in my seat." He says. I look at him. "Move." If he'd asked nicely I would've moved. Ever since coming to Storybrooke, I've decided to not give a fuck about anything and to no longer be a bitch. "Move." His greasy hand slaps the surface of the desk. I blink and turn my head to face the board. "Move!" His breath smells like ass and off brand PopTarts. Then his dumbass had the audacity to touch me. He pushed me out the seat and sat down. I look him up and down confused and stand. I push his fat ass harder than he pushed me. I grab his bag and chuck it. It landed in the trash barrel. I sit back down and the teacher walks back in.
"Oh Kevin, what are you doing on the floor?" She asks.
"She pushed me!" He sounds like he's gonna cry.
"No Ms. Katie!" A girl says. "That's not what happened."
"Kevin came in and started it. He pushed Emma out the seat instead using his words. He put his bag in the trash and said F' school. He tripped on the way to sitting in the chair. That's why he's on the floor." Some boy says.
"Yeah Ms. Katie that's what happened." Others agree with the student. Is this what it feels like to be stood up for?
"Is this true Emma?" I take my eyes off Kevin and look at Ms. Katie. I just shrug. "Well Kevin you know the rules. Apologize to Emma and go down to the principal's office."
"But that's not what happened?!" He whines.
She puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head. "Then what happened?"
"I came in and she was in my seat. I asked her to move and she didn't."
"Wrong!!" Someone blurts. "Ms. Katie, Kevin is lying. He came in, dropped is bag in the trash, walked over to Emma, breathed his hot dragon breath in Emma's face— which nearly killed her— and pushed her out the seat. He tripped just as he was about to sit down and somehow ended up over there." A different boy says.
"Thank you for the report Nelson. Kevin apologize and go to the office."
"What?!" She gives him a stern look. "Fine. Sorry!" He shouts. He's not even looking at me.
"Not yo me Kevin."
"SoRrY." He says again.
"Now Kevin I know you don't mean that. Maybe you should write a paper on manners and apologies."
"Sorry for pushing you Emma." He groans. He stands and walks to the trash. He grabs his back before leaving the room.
"I'm sorry he treated you like that Emma." Ms. Katie says walking closer to my desk. She places a book in front of me. "We've just started reading The Giver." She walks to the front of the room. "Can someone explain to Emma what's happened so far?" Hands go up to answer.
I think I'll be okay here.
