A/N: So here is a brand new TeacherXStudent story that I hope you guys are going to like, this one is extremely different from Teach Me to Love and Music in Me but a good different I think. The idea for this comes fromRaynaIves so Thank you so much for that idea its going to be so much fun to write this I think! Also you should check out her profile too shes amazing <3 Anyways I hope you enjoy, this is just a little prologue to hopefully give you guys an Idea of how this is going to go. I want it to be less Harry Potter, more House Of Night (Except not vampires of course) Let me know what you guys think in the comments!! <3 

I just want to make one thing clear from the start. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't ask to get expelled from school, I didn't ask for people, including my own family to look at me like I was a freak. I didn't even do anything. I was sure of it.

Sure, there was a weird school for Storybrooke's, gifted students but I wasn't one of them. Everything that had been happening to me for the last few weeks could be explained easily by science or...something. I was just still working out all the details in my head.

I should probably back up a bit and explain what I mean when I say gifted. One year ago, the world was completely oblivious to magic until Mr. Gold opened his stupid school last year and revealed to the world, that magic did in fact exist, and he wanted to help Storybrooke's teenagers unlock their hidden potential or something just as equally as precious as that.

Apparently, millions of people were born gifted, parentage had nothing to do with it, it was simply by chance. However many people would go about their lives as if they were ordinary until all of a sudden they weren't.

I liked being ordinary, these gifted people seemed to stir up a lot of problems with the religious side of storybrooke and people who just felt like being assholes and attacking people they thought were gifted.

I learned quickly that being gifted meant trouble and I wanted absolutely no part of it, I liked to blend in and ever since Gold opened that school, the small town, that I loved, where everyone knew everyone and nothing bad ever happened became divided and everyone seemed to be at war with one another, and I was stuck right in the middle of it.

I didn't hate the gifted, like the religious nuts, but I did kind of resent them for the chaos they brought on town, and recently me.

Because of one silly little incident at school, that landed one boy in the hospital, and myself expelled from Storybrooke High I was wrongfully labeled as one of the gifted, and I couldn't even walk to the grocery store for my mother without getting gawked at.

It started a month ago, right after my 17th birthday, I had come down with a fever that I just couldn't shake. No matter what meds I took, which doctor I saw, It would not go away and it was like that for a week straight until finally I felt well enough to go back to school, and that is where it all went down hill, quickly.

I was late for math, and trying to get down the hallway as quickly as possible but the bane of my existence, Keith Nottingham just happened to turn the corner and run right into me, and as usual he couldn't just leave me alone and let me go to class, no he had to try and flirt with me. He just would not except that I was the only girl in the school, who could resist his charms, but usually after a brief verbal smack-down, he would be on his way and I'd be on mine.

That day however was very different. He just wouldn't let up. A simple no, leave me alone creep, was not working and oddly enough the more he stood there and spoke, I began to feel my fever coming back but it was much worse than it had been before. The more he kept on, the worse the fever got. I finally turned and just began walking away from him and the creep had the nerve to grab my ass as I walked by him.

What happened next is where things get really strange I turned around to slap the shit out of him and the second I turned around and put my hand out Keith was on fire. My fever skyrocketed and I collapsed.

I woke up in the hospital where my sick father, and incredibly worried mother were trying to convince the police that I couldn't have purposely set Keith on fire. He was right. I didn't set Keith on fire, there was just no way that I did at least thats what I've been telling myself.

The next day, upon returning to school, I was expelled and that brings me to where I am today.

Being home schooled had its perks, All my classes were online so I really didn't have to deal with people and once I finished my work I was free to do whatever I wanted for the rest of the day.

Today I was out shopping for my mother who was home tending to my dad.

Dad got sick almost a year ago and the day we found out he had that big scary C word was the day time just kind of stopped. Nothing has really felt right since and words like, terminal, and months, seemed to throw me straight into a panic attack. Dad was my hero and I was terrified to see what the world looked like without him.

My cellphone rang as I made my way through the square, I awkwardly shifted the grocery bags in my hands to get to my phone in my back pocket and answered.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Sera are you okay? You sound frazzled." My mother said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm fine mom. Just heading home now."

"Before you come home, can you stop at the Pharmacy and get your fathers medication? Mr. Clark just called and said he got it filled."

I looked back up the road as Dark Star Pharmacy was at least three blocks back and groaned to myself. The groceries were already heavy and I was almost home.

"Mom I'm almost-" I started to say but the sound of my father coughing and wheezing in the background changed my mind instantly.

"Yeah yeah, I'll go get it." I said trying to keep my voice from cracking.

"Okay, Dinner is almost ready it will be ready by the time you get home."

"Okay mom. Love you see you in a few." I said and hung up the phone.

I sighed heavily and started making my way back up the road towards the pharmacy.

As I made my way to the block the pharmacy was on, two men stepped out of an alleyway and stood in front of me.

I tried to move past them but they wouldn't let me and I felt like I was getting sick again.

"I..I have to get my fathers medication. Please let me by." I stammered.

"No, I don't think we will." One of them said. I backed up a bit and decided I would turn around and go the long way around but when I turned around two more men, were standing there blocking that path too.

I swallowed thickly.

"Please. My dad is really sick. I just need to get to the pharmacy to get his medication." I said.

"You're the kid who set that boy on fire." One of them sneered.

"Freak." One of them spat behind me.

"I..I didn't..I didn't do it." I said. That stupid fever was coming back with a vengeance now and I felt like I was going to pass out again. The men on both sides of me were stepping closer, closing me in between them.

"Please.. I didn't do it." I begged. I'd seen all over the news about kids who people thought were gifted getting attacked, a couple were almost killed.

I stepped backwards off the sidewalk and a car came to a screeching halt right in front of me. The men all took off and I looked at the blonde woman getting out of the yellow bug.

"Jesus Kid, I almost hit you!" She said.

My vision was getting blurry and I wobbled a bit.

"You okay kid?" She said and walked around the car and put her hand on my arm but pulled it away quickly and hissed in pain as the palm of her hand blistered over. I dropped the groceries in my hands and collapsed on the ground.

"You're going to be okay." I heard the woman say before I passed out.