Forbidden Love

The First Day

EMMA'S POV:

This morning I woke to the smell of waffles, and not just any waffles my dad's famous chocolate chip waffles. They taste like heaven in your mouth you don't even need syrup to eat them. My dad greets me very cheerfully which is unusual after losing my little brother, Neal, and my mom when she was giving birth only three months ago. It was so unexpected, everyone was in grief for months. Especially my dad and I, we just stayed in the house for the whole summer break. Now it's the start of a new school year and I'm starting my tenth grade year in a new school.

We just moved here from Boston, Massachusetts. I used to have old friend named Lily we were the best of friends when we were younger but we grew apart and lost touch with each other. Other than her I never really had any other friends. My parents used to try to figure out why I couldn't make many friends I just told them no one had the same interests as I did. Which was always a lie because I found a girl when I would eat lunch alone but I never talked to her.

As soon as I ate my breakfast I went upstairs to my room to get dressed. I put on a gray crop top that read 'need more sleep' with a sleeping emoji on it. I put on black leggings, black converse high tops, and grabbed my super stylish teal transport backpack. I turned sixteen on October 22 and I've been wanting a car for almost a year now but my dad wouldn't get me one. I get it, everything happened with my mom and he just can't afford it right now so, instead, I have my bike. That's okay, I guess. It's bright yellow with a comfortable black seat and a wicker basket in the front.

I rode my bike from my white colonial house down my long bending street all the way to Main St. From there I passed the Mayor's house. It seemed scary so I kept going. I felt nervous and afraid to enter my new school. I'm not that good at making friends and I probably will make a fool of myself the first day. I kept going down Main St. I stopped when I saw the sign for my school, Storybrooke High. I got to school and I was shocked. It was two stories high with three entrances, two parking lots, and one gigantic gym in the back that was clearly visible. The exterior was entirely brick with trees and bushes surrounding the property.

I got there 10 minutes before the doors opened so I locked my bike up on the nearby bike rack and just sat down at the front yard of the school and read my novel The Notebook. I was almost done with my book. I am on page 200 out of 224. As I was in the middle of reading the best part a loud, almost speeding, blue mustang came racing into the school parking lot on the right side of the school the closest one to me. When the car stopped a man, the most gorgeous man I've ever seen, stepped out of the car. He was wearing a buttoned black coat with a gray tie showing at the top, he had gray wool pants, and brown polished shoes. He had his black hair spiked up and was walking casually with both hands in his pockets and a black backpack across his back.

He kept his gaze to the ground but I kept my gaze on him. Then, he suddenly looked up and my hazel eyes met his bright blue eyes. He lowered his gaze again walked up to the school, took out a key, unlocked the door, and walked in.

KILLIAN'S POV:

I was running late to my first day of Storybrooke High. Great, my first day at a new job and I'm running late. I woke up without setting my alarm clock, I know, smart. I didn't have any time to eat breakfast or make myself a lunch so I quickly got dressed, gathered my class schedule and attendance, grabbed my keys to my blue mustang, hopped in my car, and rushed off to school.

I pushed my car over the speed limit and lucky me I was pulled over and given a speeding ticket. That didn't stop me, I kept going. I was supposed to be there early this morning to get my class work ready and now I wasn't going to have time. I sped into Storybrooke High parking lot and parked my car lightning fast. I stepped out of my car and headed towards the building but something, or someone, caught my eye. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She was wearing a grey crop top with the words 'need more sleep' plastered on the front with a sleeping emoji on it, black leggings, black converse high tops, and a teal backpack. She had her lovely blonde hair pulled back into a messy fishtail braid.