"She is such a square!" Emma groaned.

"But she's got the body of a sinner." Ruby joked as she nudged her friend in an attempt to cheer her up.

"You're vulgar." Emma laughed as she pushed through the large double doors that lead into the main hall of Storybrooke High School.

"But I'm your vulgar." Ruby smirked because she knew she was right. Emma did love Ruby, they were the closest friends, had been since kindergarten.

"Shut your mouth." Emma quipped.

The two walked through the high school corridors until they reached their lockers. The lockers were out near the back of the school. A simple door away from the large sports field and a simple sports field away from freedom.

Emma slumped onto the hard metal and sighed. "Don't know if I can wait 5 months. I wanna leave this town. I wanna leave now!" Emma had grown tired of this lazy old town, she craved the city, the bright lights and fast cars. And that was a possibility when she graduated high school, her mother was a hard pushing fuss pot of a square and she had scolded Emma until they had reached an agreement. Emma would stay in Storybrooke until the end of her senior year.

"Summer air comes a swirling and we are gone, Em, we're gone." Ruby reassured as she searched for her English text book.

"Nice hair Rubz." Came a sickly low voice. "How's I take you out; show you and that 'do off."

"Oh hush, Billy." Ruby cheeked as she closed her locker to, of course, find Billy- the school's best football player- leaning against the lockers.

"Oh Rubz, wont ya let me show you world." Billy cheesed as he leaned closer to the woman in question. Ruby always seemed to get attention from boys- she was an extremely beautiful young woman.

"You aint got enough gas in your tank to reach the diner. Now put an egg in your shoe and beat it!" Emma butted in, sick of this square trying and failing every day to get Ruby to play backseat bingo with him.

"You trying to get me mad, Swan?" Billy growled as his attention was slung onto Emma. "You're damn attitude will get me shot down, you greaser." He sneered as he pushed Emma back against the lockers.

"Drop dead, you nosebleed!" Emma shoved him backwards. Emma and Billy had never got along- their rivalry made sense, the leader of the squares and the most rebellious greaser were never meant to get along.

A full on brawl word have started if the two weren't interrupted by the Headmistress. Going grey and never married but still the best Headmistress Stroybrooke High had ever had.

"Mr. Nolan, Emma." She scolded. "I hope you two are getting ready for class."

"Yes, Ms. Swan." Billy Nolan ducked his head and made a quick exit.

"And you Emma." She sighed. "Why do you have to be this way? Starting fights isn't lady like."

"I don't have time for this." Emma grunted as she grabbed Ruby's arm and made a hasty exit.

…

"Why can't you be on the stick, Em?" Ruby teased as the two took their seats in the back of class.

"Not like she was a do gooder at my age… I mean I'm living proof of that." Emma huffed.

"Pipe down," Mr. Darling called from the front of the room as he sat at his cracking and old wooden desk. "Welcome back, I hope you enjoyed your Winter break." He muttered, clearly it wasn't a genuine remark. "We have a new student with us today. Moved here all the way from Augusta. Regina please stand up." And she did. For a moment all Emma could see was a black skirt and pink blouse but by the time the new girl had reached the front of the room Emma had realised it was that damn square from the main courtyard- the one that had shoved into her and called her a dirty greaser for not apologizing.

"Hi." She smiled, a large and oh so very fake smile. "I'm Regina Mills." After that she went straight back to her seat.

"It's that damn square." Emma whispered to Ruby.

"Queen." Ruby murmured. Ruby was referring to the fact that this Mills chick was clearly a type- the popular, pom-pom girl that wins prom queen.

Emma snorted before turning back to the board. Though she wouldn't admit it to most, English was Emma's favourite subject. In fact it was the only one she paid any attention to. Emma loved to read, books fuelled her imagination. Emma loved the written word, almost every night she wrote poems in her journal.

…

"How it is legal to serve this slop?" August asked as he dropped himself onto the hard bench that the school cafeteria considered a 'chair.'

"You'd be amazed." Graham sighed as he bit into his "sandwich." Graham knew a lot about the law, even though the kid was a greaser he always wanted to take after his Pop and become a cop.

"What's the buzz?" August asked as Ruby and Emma sat down with their lunches.

"Em has found a new chick to bug." Ruby laughed.

"Ha!" August laughed remembering the last time Emma had bugged someone. Cherry in the 10th grade was a popular and well-loved student, so of course Emma took it upon herself to make Cherry miserable. It worked, Cherry had moved schools by the end of the year.

"Who is it?" Graham piped in.

"I'm not going to bug, or annoy anyone." Emma sated firmly.

"You think she is a square. You hate squares!" Ruby pressed, actually surprised Emma had no intention to bother the Mills girl.

"Got other things to keep me occupied." Emma explained.

"Well she sure seems to dislike you." Ruby stated as she tried to get a rise out of her friend.

"I'll only go on the defence. I don't have time for games." Emma huffed before rising from her seat "See ya tomorrow." And with that she stormed out of the cafeteria- clearly over her friend's antics.

…

Emma sat on the lone bleachers at the back of the sports field. For a time she was content writing in her journal. She enjoyed writing poems; she even enjoyed converting them into acoustic songs but she was sure they've never be read or heard by another being.

Emma's quiet writing was interrupted by a bunch of pom-pom girls on the other side of the sports field. It must be the third period Cheerleaders practice Emma thought.

"You out here for the babes or?" A voice from next to the bleachers called.

Emma looked down to see August now climbing up the benches towards her. "Want a drag?" Emma greeted as she extended her hand and cigarette towards her friend.

"Thanks." August took her cigarette and inhaled deeply. "So, you enjoying the stacked chicks or what?" August asked again, curious as to why his friend was here- of all places.

Emma shook her head at her friend's unusual question. "Its nice back here," She gestured towards the small forest behind them. "It's quiet."

"Oh," August sighed, it always seemed Emma had better things to do then hang with him. "I can split." He offered to his friend.

"It's alright. Hang for a while." Emma insisted. August beamed in response, he loved having alone time with Emma.

…

"Emma, dear, we are having guests over for dinner tonight that I'd like you to be home for."

"Who?" Emma grunted, unhappy that she had to stay home, she had made plans to head to the Barn.

"Oh, a new family in town, the Mills. Just moved here from Augusta."

"Mills?" Emma asked.

"Yes, dear." At her mother's confirmation Emma let out a loud and exasperated groan.

…

"Would you get that, Emma?" Her mother called from the kitchen.

Emma huffed at the order but complied. "Hi," She greeted with a large fake smile. "You must be Henry," She shook an old greying man's hand. "Cora?" Emma smiled, she may be a no good greaser but she sure knew how to act.

Emma opened the door wider and let the two into her home. "The lounge is just though there." Emma pointed the couple to an arch way just to the right of the front door.

Emma went to close the door but was stopped by a smug smile. "Hi," Emma offered the inside of her home to Regina Mills.

"Hi, I'm-"

Emma cut off the fake pleasantry. "I know exactly who you are, Regina."

Regina smirked, "Do you stalk all the cheerleaders or am I the lucky one?"

Emma fumbled with witty comment, she hadn't known Regina was a pom-pom girl, after opening and closing her mouth a couple of times she finally settled on "What?"

"I saw you on the oval today. You're lucky I didn't report you, Miss Swan."

"You know who I am?" Emma inquired, she found this women very intriguing.

"Yes, you're a greaser." Regina sassed. "I'm at your house, so why wouldn't I?" It was a rhetorical question and Emma knew it.

Emma grunted in response and took the Mills daughter through to the lounge room where her parents were sitting.

"Hello," came a bubbly greeting.

"Oh, Mary-Margret, hello." Henry greeted as he stood from his position next to Cora and shook Mary-Margret's hand.

"Cora," Mary-Margret greeted with a nod. Mary-Margret knew that her invitation for dinner had been excepted by Henry- She had heard a conversation over poorly covered phone. "And you must be Regina."

"Hello, Ms Swan." Regina smiled.

Emma groaned. When Regina had greeted her as 'Miss Swan' it had been demeaning and sassy, but Regina had just greeted her mother with respect and poise.

Throughout dinner Emma didn't talk much, but she did listen to every last word that was spoken, which was rather unusual. Emma never really paid attention, especially when it came to her mother's job but that night Emma learnt all about it, and how Cora was on the school board and that Henry was a refined lawyer. A rich family.

Emma had been surprised when she noted that Regina wasn't saying much. Regina had a lot to say in class so why not here. Why not out do Emma, because it was sure as hell obvious that that's all she wanted to do.

It was no shock that the Mills didn't helped clean up, perhaps they had a maid for that Emma silently mused. Mary-Margret was left to clean so Emma escorted the Mills family to the door and wished them a good night.

"Regina, what is wrong with you?" Emma had closed the door but what she heard was unmistakable.

"Cora, leave her alone." Came a soft voice.

"Go start the car, Henry." And with that footsteps.

"You didn't talk at all, you made no mention of your achievements. I don't want anyone to think that I raised an idiot." It was harsh and Cora's tone of voice sent shivers down Emma's spine.

There was more footsteps and the unmistakable sound of a car engine. And then the Mills were gone.

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