Welcome to Storybrooke #2

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a/n: For cs
au week day three — beloved tropes. Emma moves from New York to Storybrooke and
straight into a prank war between her new neighbours.

I never really got to know my neighbours in this house and now we’re moving so there’s not much point. But by far my favourite story about them is the time I called the city to report the f***ing rooster in my neighbour’s backyard.

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           Noise
had been a constant thing in the city, the hum and buzz, voices raised in anger
and joy all clearly audible through the thin walls of her New York City apartment.
Emma had thought that moving from the big city to the definition of small town
America — a sleepy, seaside town in Maine — would bring with it a blanket of
silence. Cicadas, maybe. The occasional clunk from an ancient car making its
way down Main Street.

           She
did not expect a rooster.

           Grabbing
her phone from the floor to check the time, Emma pushes up from the air
mattress with a groan. Henry’s still asleep, of course. Her son could probably
sleep through the apocalypse. Emma on the other hand… as if it’s not enough
that her kid was kicking her for half the night, now she gets woken up by a goddamn
rooster.

           Their
house isn’t in the country for fuck’s sake. The grey Victorian that Henry chose
for them is right in the middle of town. Is it so unreasonable for her to not
expect a rooster crowing to wake her up at five in the morning their very first
day in town?

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