Emma was having a hell of a day.

Her foster dad had trashed her homework with his beer the night before so now it stunk of booze.

She had to walk to school since her foster siblings decided they wanted to be especially douche-y this morning. The downpour of rain hadn't ridden her of the smell of booze either. So now everyone was going to have fuel to bully the drunk-y orphan.

To make matters worse, someone had spread the news of her birthday. She was 100% certain that her foster sister was the cause of this.

Now people knew she was 16, and hounded her about her soulmate.

"What's he like?"

Some girl asked with a dreamy look in her eye. She glared, uncomfortable at the smallish crowd that had formed.

A boy scoffed at her, a smirk on his, "Stupid freak probably doesn't even have a soulmate."

The class laughed at his comment before the teacher called them to attention.

There were whispers of 'freak' and 'loser' around the boy and his gang of friends.

"Quiet class!"

She sighed as the teacher droned on about today's plan.

Her classes were as usual throughout the day until math.

It was a period she dreaded.

As she hurried along to her locker, a foot sent her flying to the ground. She landed with a grunt and looked up to find a laughing pair of girls.

"Watch where you're going, freak!"

Her papers scattered across the hallway floor, and trampled by passing students. The boy from her first class appeared by her tripper's side.

"Is she bothering you?"

The girl then went on an exaggerated rant of how she was to blame. Her friend was frantically nodding in agreement beside her.

By the time her outcry was over, she had gathered up her belongs and began to walk away. A shriek, presumably from the girl, followed her.

"Hey, where you think you're goin', loser?"

The sound is followed by loud footsteps before a hand shoves her.

Her things once again, splatter across the floor, causing a loud crash.

"I'm talkin' to you, bitch-"

His insult is cut off once he touches her shoulder.

She swings back her fist to collide with his jaw. He's floored by her sudden force and lets out a strangled cry.

"Touch me again."

The threat lingers in the air before she sweeps up her items.

She's hit by a blurry figure who tackles her from her squat.

The boy is red-faced and pounds her with a couple punches. She waits for an opening before slamming her fist into his nose. A crack is heard followed by an outraged cry.

"You broke my nose, freak!"

He attempts to uppercut her but she counters with a knee to his groin.

A crowd of the student body has already formed, blocking any adults from breaking up the fight. She stands over the boy, unable to prevent the smirk, and spits at him.

"You need to learn to take a hint."

The body of on watchers cheers at the sight of the boy cowering in fear.

"That's enough! Swan, office now."

Her math teacher orders her with a drag of her clothing. She briefly hears him telling someone to take the boy to the nurse.

A random student high fives her before his scolded for encouraging her behavior.

A happy grin erupts on her face as she walks to the principal's office. She felt like she's on cloud nine.

Her mood is broken by the receptionist's familiar voice addressing her foster dad.

"Yes, a fight- I understand, sir- I am well aware of the issue- okay, sir- good day."

The choppy conversation is enough for dread to fill her stomach.

She was being sent back, and it was only a matter of time before her social worker was called. It's only a few minutes later when the receptionist called her.

She decided to ignore the one-sided conversation.

30 minutes or so later, her foster father arrived, only slightly reeking of booze. Her principal calls her in before her foster father can send her a gleeful look. She took a seat in the lumpy chair and watches the man avoiding the subject in favor of pleasantries.

Finally, he hits the nail on the head.

"Your daughter-"

She's quick to interject with a mumble of correction.

"Ex-foster daughter."

They both glare at her before he continued.

"Your daughter has been given several warnings, " she repeats her correction but is gone unheard, "hereby suspended from school."

She resists an eye roll at his attempt at sounding professional. He was a buffoon and they both knew it.

There are a few minutes of unnecessary bullshit before she is yanked out the school. On the ride home, he is absolutely giddy.

"That peppy lady will be by and you'll be gone by the end of the week!"

His exclamation gives her a breath full of booze which he takes pleasure in doing.

A confused look appeared on her face which he noticed.

"Oh yeah, Ja-mo-ma-" His face scrunches up in concentration as he attempts to pronounce her name correctly.

"Jamona."

He nods before continuing, "Yeah, her. Jamona called to say she's already got a replacement down."

She's surprised before a realization hits her, "So that's why you glared."

He nods in agreement, "Yeah, I didn't want to jinx it."

A laugh escapes her that has her and him laughing hysterically.

"I'll pack my things."

Once they've parked in front of his small house, and she slips out the car.

"No school for the rest of the week so Jamona'll get it on moving day."

She shouts an acknowledgment before thundering inside. Her week is gone fast with little interruption. The almost ex-foster sister popped her head in to complain that some of her friends mentioning her boozy smell. She waves her off without any objections.

The night before her big move is celebrated with the household.

"Congratulations. A swig of beer for everyone."

Her foster dad is drunk by the end of the night, and he passes out on the couch.

Her foster siblings whoop for her quietly before she heads to bed.

The creaky bed wobbles at her weight. It's comforting as she reaches for her baby blanket. Someday.

She's awake early in the morning to prepare for Jamona's arrival.

Her foster dad is asleep so she immediately forces him into the shower. He still reeked of booze and needed a change of clothes.

She's preparing breakfast once her foster siblings wake. They start to clean up the household and spray it free of booze. Once her foster dad stumbles into the living room with a fresh pair of clothes, he's sprayed with some Febreze. Everyone else has a chance to shower while her foster dad handles the breakfast for a bit. It's served and eaten by the time Jamona arrived.

Two of her foster siblings are washing the dishes while the other (pretends) to read a book. This is the sight Jamona is greeted once her foster dad opens the door.

"Are you all set, Emma?"

She nods and shouts a goodbye before she's barreling toward the car.

"Luck?"

Her foster dad replies which she answers with, "Always!"

The ride is long, only filled with Jamona's eager reassurance and questions. It's a couple hours before she's only seeing tree and wilderness.

"Where am I going anyway?"

Jamona glances at her through the mirror with excitement, "Storybrooke, Maine."

She raises an eyebrow in disbelief, who the hell names their town that. She was soon to find out...