Prologue: An Average Day

No one's POV:

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! THUMP!

"Uhhhh," a small lump in the center of the bed groaned with displeasure at being awoken at such an ungodly hour (9:00 A.M.). A pair of tired hazel eyes peered out of the blanket burrito that had been created sometime during the night. "Five more minutes," the lump mumbled to itself sleepily.

You're going to be late for class, a voice whispered in their mind. You don't want that do you? Wake up!

"Fine," The lump conceded, throwing the bundle of blankets off of itself. Dragging themselves to the bathroom, they grabbed their toothbrush and started to brush their teeth.

First Person POV:

I sighed as I finished brushing my teeth, and looked at the figure in the mirror. Tired eyes stared back at me as I attempted to make myself look more presentable. My hair was one of my favorite aspects of my face, but right now it looked like a bird's nest on top of my head. It was a beautiful black, blue, and purple ombre bird's nest, but still a tangled mess that need to be fixed. Carefully, I brushed out the tangles. After they were all out I braided my hair into a messy side braid. I had tried to make it neat, but of course it came out messy. Whatever.

Okay, I thought to myself, time to move on to the face. I grimaced looking at the massive black bags under my eyes. I had stayed up till four in the morning watching re-runs of Doctor Who, and I was only slightly regretting that decision. It was an easy enough fix with a bit of concealer applied under the eye. I looked around trying to remember what other makeup I wore on a daily basis. Chap Stick! That's right. I wear it so I don't pick at the skin on my lips. It's a habit I've been trying to break, since I've made myself bleed by accident far too often.

Now onto clothes! I picked out a gray tank top, a light blue sweatshirt to put over it, a black skater skirt, gray leggings, and navy blue converse. I looked at the clock, and saw that it was 9:40.

"Cool," I whispered to myself, "I have twenty minutes to get to class." I grabbed a water out of the fridge, put it in my Hufflepuff backpack, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door.

Three hours later. . .

The teacher had finally let out class, so now it was time to go get coffee with my good friend, Bethany. I sighed, maybe she can help me with the mountain of homework I've been putting off, I thought as I gathered my books and headed towards the door.

As I made my way to the coffee shop where Bethany and I usually met, I started to space out. I had walked that route almost a hundred times, what could go wrong? Anyway, the next season of Doctor Who was taking forever to come out, and I was so excited for it that I could barely contain it. The Doctor would be a girl for the first time ever! How could you not be excited about that? There were so many new possibilities and the whole idea of a female Doctor just made me happy.

Suddenly, I tripped over something. What it was I may never know (probably air or my own feet), but my face soon met the ground in an incredibly graceful (not) face plant.

I groaned starting to sit up, but stopped quickly. I wasn't on my knees in the middle of the sidewalk like I thought I would be. Everything looked completely different. It looked like the Tardis console room, but that couldn't be right. As much as I wanted the Doctor to be real, he wasn't. That was a simple fact of my existence, but that was completely thrown out the window when the Ninth Doctor came strutting through the door.

He didn't even notice me, just started piloting his time machine, which of course was not a smooth ride. I somehow managed to stay on my knees in the midst of the chaos, but I couldn't stop the yelp that soon left my lips. The time lord must have heard me, because he looked right at me and the flight suddenly came to a screeching halt.

He quickly walked over to where I was now huddled in a fetal position. Towering over my small frame angrily, he asked, "Who are you and how did you get on my ship?"

I tried to answer him, I really did, but all that came out was a small squeak. I tried again, but got the same results. I could tell he was getting impatient, so I kept trying, getting more and more frantic each time. Soon I stopped being able to breathe properly, my breath either came out in far too short bursts or not at all. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the Doctor kneeling in front of me with a comforting smile on his face.

"Now, there was no need to work yourself up like that," he said in a comforting tone. "Can you take a deep breath in for me?" He asked.

I tried, but didn't succeed. However, I was not one to give up, so I tried again and succeeded.

"Okay, now hold that in for five seconds, then let it out," he instructed gently. I did as I was told. "Good, now repeat those steps."

As I repeated the steps, I could feel the panic starting to ebb away. I looked up at him once I could, and finally answered his question, "My name is Grace Jackson and I have no idea how I got here."