Alright guys be nice it is my first Dr Who story, and although I enjoy flames and death threats... make sure they are relevant. Ok enjoy the story, I'm just going to stay here and watch my Doctor, I mean watch the Doctor, yeah that works. Haha enjoy guys.
"Gracie, it's time to wake up." With a sigh I turned, pulling my doona up above my head.
"NOW!" Debbie, my adopted mother bellowed from the bottom of the stairs. She isn't always this angry; in fact she's never mad at all. It was just the morning ritual that we had begun since I first hit puberty a stage in life I'm unlikely to ever forget. There is nothing worse than your mother talking about her children's life stages at the PPA meetings held in the school gym, I swear I've never been redder in my life then in that moment.
Thumping along the stairs brought me back to reality as what I guessed to be Jacob coming to catch me still in bed, the little shit always wanted to get me in trouble. Well I can't really say 'little shit' as he is two years older than me. See Debbie and Craig had always wanted a big family, when they had Jacob he was the best thing since sliced bread, however when they tried for another child they were told about mum's inability to ever reproduce again, by then Jacob was almost eight and excited about becoming a big brother. Soon after they began searching through Orphanages to find another child, apparently I had been brought in that week and after some medical tests I was free to be adopted. They took me home and other than the inevitable teenage come of age dramas they hadn't looked back.
Or at least that's what I've been told, honestly I am lucky if I remember which shoe goes on which foot, although don't get me started on shoe laces. They are the devils play toys in my eyes, I've never been able to do them and I doubt I ever will. Did I mention that I slightly suffer from ADHD** I'm rather well known for my ability to change topic conversations at the drop of a hat as I get bored or something far more interesting catches my eye. Dad had noticed my short attention span soon after they brought me home, he was determined to teach me how to tie my shoe laces apparently once I had decided that it was too hard he found it impossible to keep me focused and took me to a specialist. A few months, checks and pills later I was diagnosed, of course this didn't change my life in any other way than I had some tablets to take every night before bed.
With a jump I raced into my closet in time to see him open my door and sneak towards my bed, with a raging scream I jumped onto his back forcing us both onto the bed as I started laughing at the girlish screams escaping his mouth. Another tradition we can't shake, he always knows exactly where I'll come from and when but he has never turned around before he is meant to. Though I think he enjoys letting out a girlish scream when it's just us.
"Watchout pip squeak" he said as he tackled me onto the bed, his hands immediately at my waist. As I tried to pry them off my knee accidentally hit his chin but he barely rubbed it before attacking me again. "Stop, please stop." I begged between laughs as I tossed away from him, grabbing my towel as I made a mad dash towards the bathroom. I knew he would let me past, but it was still entertaining to try and evade him, immaturely I stuck my tongue out before slamming the door.
Looking in the mirror I gave my body a once over before stripping off my pyjamas and steeping into the shower. Medium length brown hair, dark eyes surrounded by a set of small eyelashes. Nothing special about what I look like at least I thought so; Debbie seemed to think that my smile could steal the heart of a married man. Personally I was just glad that I finally got breasts, after almost nineteen years of waiting I recently received what I call a set of boobs.
"Gracie Connelly, you know the rules, if you got up earlier you could have a ten minute shower. But oh look at the time; it's almost ten-thirty in the morning. Now you get out of there and come eat brunch." Mum yelled with a rather loud bang on the door for emphasis, or at least I hoped that was what it's for. She isn't the type to come wandering in when someone else is in the bathroom so she shouldn't be trying now.
However it was the scream from next door that alarmed me to the thought that it wasn't mum knocking on the bathroom door, with a scramble I had my towel wrapped around me and I was making my way to my room as quietly as possible. After dressing in my blue trusted jeans, grey shirt and dark blue converse I was at the window that overlooks the front yard and street.
Strangely there didn't appear to be anything different or wrong that would cause such a piercing scream ready to turn away I chanced a look at my neighbour's house, but as I peered in their window I could see men in what appeared to be metal suits, the necklace that held my old broken watch too low to be seen, started to warm up as I heard a screeching noise. It sounded like gears of a train moving against each other while not sounding like that at all, it was a strange sound but what appeared to be causing was even more bizarre.
A blue police box was appearing on the corner of our yard, just materializing out of nothing right in front of our house.
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