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It was a chilly September morning in Storybrooke Maine, Emma Swan had just arrived at her new school where she will be teaching Creative Writing to GCSE and A-level students for the next year. Storybrooke academy wasn't really known for there outstanding academic results and nice polite students from what Emma had researched, finding out that there wasn't many resources for students who were struggling, a lot of bullying and pretty much teachers who didn't give two monkeys about the students or their education, which is probably why Ofsted had reported them inadequate and has stated that the school, if it doesn't improve, has a very good chance of being shut down. But in all honesty it wasn't where Emma had hoped to end up when she became qualified in English and teaching just a few months ago but she couldn't be picky as so far she had no experience of teaching and other schools were bound to go for people more experienced. So here she was getting out of her beloved yellow bug to take a good look at the school. It was a very plain building with a sign above double doors that said Storybrooke Academy that looked like had seen better days but Emma of all people knew not to judge a book by it's cover so she got her handbag out of the back seat of her car, locked it and walked into the daunting building.
Regina Mills had just got up to go puke for about the 50th time as she was doing her make up. She looked down to her slightly swollen belly and prayed that this was all a dream and would go away. Regina found out she was pregnant yesterday which probably wasn't the best time less than 24 hours before she had to return to school and face everything after what had happened in the summer. She took a deep breath and got up to get dressed, she had decided to wear a baggy jumper and leggings in hopes to hide the bump. Even though it wasn't that big yet it was big enough to notice if they knew Regina as she was always naturally very slim. She hadn't told anyone about the pregnancy and wanted to keep it that way until she could get rid off it. She knew she couldn't keep it, her mother would call her a nuisance and failure, her father died a few years ago, her sister was halfway across the world and the father was definitely not in the picture. Despite everything going on with Regina's home life at school she was at the top. She was head cheerleader and definitely the most popular and fantisized girl in school with big brown eyes and a nice curvy figure she was every teenage boys dream. Regina however played hard to get, she didn't have a boyfriend neither did she want one. At school she was known for her sass, bitchiness and beauty a lot of people were scared of her teachers included, her mother knew the schools headteacher Mr Gold very well and so she could basically do whatever she wanted and get away with it. She was looking forward to starting year 12 and going back to school as it meant a slight bit of normality which she needed now more than ever. School was the one place she felt in control which meant she was content there as she didn't have to worry about not being good enough as everyone either wanted to be with her, or be her. She was basically the Beyonce of Storybrooke high and she enjoyed it. She then noticed the time and panicked. She quickly went downstairs and got a breakfast bar to eat on the way to school and went out the front door and made her way to school.
When Emma went to reception she met a lovely lady Eugenia Lucas who appeared to be in her mid 50s who showed Emma to all the important places staffroom, where different departments where, toilets, canteen and Emma's new classroom. She also introduced Emma to a few people to her granddaughter who was head of P.E Ruby, The librarian Belle, Kathryn Nolan who taught maths Archie Hopper who taught science and a few other people. So far everyone seemed to be nice and friendly. After a brief moment in the staffroom where Mr Gold had introduced her to everyone else and she learned a few more names she went to her new classroom. She had learned from Ruby that she was taking over from Sidney Glass who had to be sacked after he was found guilty stalking a students apparently. When she got to her classroom she prepared everything and looked at her timetable. She had double year 12s first then a free period after break and year 11 and year 9 for the last two lessons. She also looked at her students predicted and current grades, August was definitely right the students were underachieving by a long way still Emma had hope she could turn it around. One student in particular stood out, Regina, was predicted A* however was only working at a D. After she heard a belle she noticed that children had started arriving and would have Registration in a few minutes. Luckily Emma didn't have a tutor group this year so she had time to make a quick seating plan for her year 12s and prepare her first lesson which was about creative writing. Before she knew it the bell had rung and she had a line of students outside her classroom. She quickly smoothed her golden long locks and took a deep breathe then walked over to let the students in. They each pushed passed Emma and found any seat they like they then started chatting about whatever and they were chatting about. Emma started to countdown trying to remember what they taught her on her teaching course, when she tried 5 different things and was still being ignored she finally lost it.
“Enough!” The blonde shouted louder than she thought she could, the class immediately went silent clearly not used to discipline and respecting teachers Emma thought to herself. “My na?”me is Miss Swan and I will be teaching you Creative writing this year. I respect your all dying to talk to each other as it's been six weeks since you last all saw each other however this is my classroom and a place for learning so if you respect me by being quiet when asked and I will respect you. I am quite a laid back person but that's only if you do as I ask. Now any questions?” Emma felt quite proud of herself after her mini speech and realised no hands were up. “Now I have prepared a seating plan just so until I know all your names and who should and should not sit together, after that you will have a bit more freedom. Okay so i'd like you to all stand up and sit in the place I assign you to.” With that Emma went through the seating plan and they all seemed like decent students apart from what she learned was Killian Jones and Cruella De Ville who apparently took on the role as class clowns. After they were all sat in there sit she then began to pick up a white board pen ready to start teaching when she heard the door open she looked around to see who it was when her eyes landed on the most beautiful human she'd ever seen. The girl had mid length brunette hair, brown eyes and quite a figure. After Emma remembered she was staring at one of her students in front of her class on her first day of teaching ever she looked at the seating plan. “ You must be Regina then?” Emma said with a slight awkward smile.
“Um yea, sorry I'm late I was rushed and then I had to get my timetable, then I couldn't find the classroom as last year I had a different one and here I am.” Regina replied looking around the classroom.
“It's fine I understand. I'm Miss Swan by the way I'm new.”
“Hi. Where do I sit?” She asked the blonde teacher blushing slightly. Regina didn't notice Emma staring as she walked in as she was too busy staring back into sea green eyes herself.
“Um... Right there.” Emma briefly looked at her seating plan then pointed to the desk in front of her desk. She put Regina here figuring she could do with some extra help.
“Thanks.” Regina said as she walked over to her desk feeling nervous as everyone's eyes were on her and she was sure she could here whispers. When she sat down Miss Swan gave her a book then began teaching. In the lesson Regina couldn't turn her eyes away from her new teacher and for the first time ever at Storybrooke Academy she actually learned something. Most teachers didn't really care if students showed up let alone listen but Miss Swan seemed to be able to keep the class under control so people who wanted to learn actually could. At the end of the lesson they had to write a mini assessment on something they had done in the holidays so Emma could see where everyone actually was and before any of them new it the double was over. Emma dismissed her class and collected all the essays before heading to break.