Prologue
"Run little girl. Run, now!" The voices screamed. I kept running as fast as my legs could carry me. The creatures were still on my tail. And I knew I couldn't keep this up for much longer.
The wind whipped through the trees, creating the sound of blowing in an empty glass bottle. A newspaper flew past. It was something about the government. But it didn't matter. I was still running, and nothing could help me.
Suddenly, I tripped and fell. I turned my head and covered my eyes.
"Puny girl, you are no match for us." The voices snarled. It lunged at me, and I screamed. An inch from my face, it exploded into dust, and everything went black.
"WAKE UP LEE! You're late for school!" My mother yelled upstairs. I sat bolt upright and breathed deeply. It was a dream, a horrible, horrible dream. I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and stood up. I walked over to my closet. I changed quickly, and grabbed my schoolbag, making sure I pushed my books into it first. Can't leave for school without Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire again. That would be torture.
I sprinted downstairs and grabbed an apple.
"Honey, your hair is a mess!" My mum exclaimed.
I sighed, and pulled a beanie over my hair.
"Better?" I asked through a mouthful of apple.
"Much." She replied.
I smiled, and ran out the door. I sprinted to school as fast as I could. I couldn't be late for Mr Morris' class again, or I'd be suspended. I was not going to let that happen.
I ran into the classroom, sat down and took out my books.
I was just flipping through to the correct page in the text book when I felt a pair of eyes fall on me.
I looked up. Mr Morris was glaring at me.
"Miss Granite, what are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm turning to page-"
"No, you're doing something before instruction. And you're late." He snarled.
"Yeah, but only by one minute." I said. He glared at me. Now, this is a fact of life. No matter how scared I am of someone, whenever I get the opportunity, I will make them feel small and stupid. I'm just mean that way.
"Enough, Miss Granite. You are suspended for two days. I suggest you move. NOW!" Mr Morris growled. I cleared my books into my bags, and walked out of school. That was very eventful, wasn't it?
I sighed and walked to the nearest park. I sat on a bench and looked up at the sky. I'd always wanted to explore the sky. But that was a joke, I'd never even been in an airplane!
I pulled my notebook out of my bag, and grabbed a pencil. I started to sketch. I don't know why, but my pencil flew across the page faster than usual. I finished my picture, and gasped. I'd drawn a man. But not any man. He seemed special. He seemed unique. I don't even know how he came into my mind.
That's when the growling erupted from behind me. I shot round, scared I'd see the aliens from my nightmares. But it was just a dog. A dog without an owner.
I knelt down and looked at this dog. I opened my bag and got out one of my ham sandwiches. I tossed it to him. But then, instead of eating it, he scanned it.
"Scan complete. Unhealthy, processed, fattening meat. Two slices of whole wheat bread with low fat butter. Disgusting!" A robotic voice echoed from the dog. I jumped back and landed on my hands and knees.
"Dog… bad dog…" I stuttered. The dog came towards me, shape shifting from a pitbull to something else. A metal doglike creature, with K-9 painted on the side.
"I am more intelligent then you in every way. If you are to insult me, please use a word with at least two syllables." The creature stuttered out.
I nodded, terrified. That's when the bushes began to rustle.
"K-9? Oh, K-9!" A man yelled. Suddenly, he burst through the bushes and stood still.
I gasped.
"You…" I started.
"Oh god. This isn't good." He said.
The man was tall, and wore a suit with a bow tie. His hair was longish yet short and was dark brown. He had a twinkle in his eye that told me he'd seen many, many things. And he was the man from my picture.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Sir, she is not the smartest tool in the shed. Can we trust her?" K-9 asked the man.
"Shush K-9. Now, we need to go. Hurry up." The man told me.
"I don't know who you are. I refuse to go anywhere with you." I said.
He sighed and sat down next to me.
"Leeya, we don't have much time. If I tell you what to call me, will you please come with me?" He asked.
I couldn't speak, I didn't know how he knew my name. But I nodded for some reason.
"I'm the doctor." He said.
I'd heard of him before. I don't know how, but I had.
"Leeya, let's go." The Doctor said. I nodded, and he helped me up. K-9 slid after us as we ran. The Doctor's hand was tight around my wrist like he didn't want me to slip away.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see." He said happily. But there was an undertone of stress in his voice as he said it.
He tugged me through five shrubs, a neighborhood and two crowds. I was pretty messed up and tired when we reached a blue phone box.
"A phone box? Really?" I asked.
The Doctor chuckled.
"Oh, this isn't just a phone box."
He opened the door, and I stepped inside, and my perspective of the world was changed forever.