Authors Note: This is my first submission, so please be kind.
I own nothing but my OC.
INTRO
She was never considered fascinating. Actually, hardly anyone knew she existed at all. Within a town of two thousand it was easy to become the topic of gossip. So she prided herself a bit on the fact that the only recognition she got was 'the odd girl'. A shadow, an onlooker, someone that just didn't fit in, but it wouldn't be a lie to admit it could get quite lonely.
The town was, for lack of a better word, boring. Never anything new, and always the same scenery. The people obsessed themselves with sports, hunting, and religion. Where someone with a more questioning mind was considered an outcast. A circle that refused to force itself in the square hole. Curiosity was nothing more than a waste of time. You could be doing something so much better than thinking, say, Cheerleading! You see, there was no room for oddities, so it was quite curious when a blue box simply appeared one day.
Out on a normal, ritualistic, and average walk she rounded the same corner she always did, and came face to face with… a telephone box? Considering this was a small, American town only made it stick out worse. Luckily, it was seated on a back road that not many pedestrians took, save for one un-fascinating girl. Knowing it was probably best to leave the thing alone, her never resting query seemed to be out winning her flight reflex.
Before getting close enough to touch it a man burst forth form the door. Jumping back in surprise, she watched as the man turned in a couple circles pointing some whirring device at random things. He was tall, spiky-floofy hair, and wore a trench coat, suit, with converses. This person was doing a poor job at fitting into the predetermined mold of the town.
Pointing the devices at her, the man seemed to just realize he wasn't alone. Long legs propelled him towards her. Her head screamed run, but he was already in front of her before thoughts could transform into action.
"This is no place for little girls." Came the man. His accent was foreign. British maybe? Scottish? Definitely not American.
"I'm not a little girl. I'm 21." She then retorted, seeing as this was a common mistake and was always a bit of a sore spot. Try going through all of you older-teen years with people still treating you like you were 12! Still, free things and half price meals were some privileges.
The tall man looked at her, his eyebrows raised. "You're 21!?" his voice rose slightly with the inclination, though it soon became apparent something didn't want these two to sit and chat.
A noise between a screech and a yell was heard echoing down the back street. Loud foot steps drew closer and closer.
"There you are." came the man, whom was very obviously amused. The girl's heart was jumping in shear panic. What was going on, and who had this man been looking for?
"What's your name, not-little-girl?" The man asked. Did he forget that there was something massive headed towards them!? Her hazel eyes bounced between the man's face and to where the sound was coming from. It was still getting closer and closer. It's footsteps getting faster and faster.
"A-August." The girl stammered out. Her body visibly trembling from what ever unknown was headed their way.
"It's nice to meet you, August! I'm the Doctor. Now-" The Doctor put his whirring-majig back into some inner pocket in his trench coat, then grabbed August's hand. "Run."
