Just Five Minutes

by Jess1194

"Just five minutes" he promised. It's been twelve years and four psychiatrists. Four because I've bitten them all. For the past twelve years I've been picked on, picked on for having an imaginary friend. Amelia Pond was promised five minutes, it's been twelve years. Follow Amy as we go through those long twelve years without her imaginary friend.

1. Chapter 1

A/N- This story is about a little girl named Amelia Pond, well, you should know that if you are reading this and happen to be a Doctor Who fan lol. I just want to say that this is my first time writing a Doctor Who fanfic and I do hope you enjoy it. It is written in the perspective of little Amelia Pond in those twelve years that the Doctor promised would be just five minutes.

On that note I would also like to point out that I do not own the character Amelia Pond or (later on in the story) Rory Williams and the Doctor. I also do not own Melody, Amelia's best friend/Future daughter. They are all owned by the BBC. I do not own Doctor Who either.

Enough blabbing, let us pull the curtains and get on with the show!

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"No! no no no no no!" He shouted, running back to that peculiar blue box of his.

"What is wrong now" I shouted back at him.

"She's phasing, she's leaving without me!" He hopped up onto the edge of the steaming box.

"I want to come with you!" I whined.

"Five minutes, just give me five minutes. I'll be back for you, I promise".

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I dashed inside and grabbed my suitcase. I snatched up my rabbit, a few spare clothes and an extra jumper, just incase I got cold. my aunt always bugged me about wearing a jumper when it was cold. she said 'if you don't want a cold, wear a jumper when it's cold'. she wasn't home right now, but I thought I'd better take one with me, just to make her proud.

I attempted at shoving it all in my small brown suitcase, guess what didn't work. I tried piling books, sitting on it, laying on it. eventually I gave up and grabbed the jumper and threw it on the floor. I never liked that jumper anyway. I shut my suitcase and ran out the door. I ran down the garden, the long grass whipping at my exposed knees, but I didn't care. I set my suitcase down on the grass in front of my severely shattered shed. I perched on the top of it and waited.

I wonder if that blue box of his really does travel in time. he could take me to the Jurassic age, or back in time to the Middle Ages to meet the king of England. Ugh England, I rather be in Scotland, running about in the hills and playing with my friends. ever since my parent left, I've had to move to England to be with my aunt.

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I was freezing my butt off sitting on that suitcase. I had been sitting on that suitcase for what felt like hours. still no Doctor, he broke his promise.

I yawned, it was getting difficult to keep my eyes open. I could feel my eyelids becoming more and more heavy with every breath I took.

I yawned again and curled up on my suitcase. My eyes closed and I drifted off into fairy land.

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'VROOOMPH, VROOOMPH'

"We're all stories in the end, huh, just make it a good one eh?"

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A/N: Let me know if you like this and would want me to turn this into an actual story. Your opinion does count you know, I don't want to write a story that no one would read.

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