So I decided to do one of these School AU things. Both the Doctor and Rose are around eleven years old in this one. Please read and review! Thanks!
John Smith, though he preferred the Doctor, walked the repetitive, lonely walk to his secondary school which he had been attending now for six months. The walk was simple: walk to the top of the road, turn left, across the busy road (being careful not to be run over) then straight ahead for a whole mile before you finally reached the school.
His long brown coat whacked against the back of his legs as he followed the familiar, repetitive path beside the main road.
Secondary school wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. It would be much better, however, if he didn't have rubbish or stupid teachers. He was certain that Saxon, his music teacher, had it in for him. Dr Song, the History teacher, seemed to act like she knew him when she definitely didn't. Miss Smith, the English teacher, was probably the nicest teacher he had. She didn't try to understand him, or show hatred towards him. She just got on with her job. To teach them.
Friends weren't the best department for him either, but he coped. The loneliness of the walks didn't really bother him considering he was used to being lonely. People would talk to him during class, but outside of class he'd just wonder around the school building alone, occasionally annoying Saxon and dodging teachers, since they weren't meant to be inside during break times. The Doctor could still remember when that used to bother him and the constant silence would drive him in sane. It didn't anymore of course, he was perfectly sane.
And, since then, he had found quite a large cupboard he liked to spend his free time in when he wasn't annoying Saxon. It seemed to feel bigger in the inside and the Doctor would spend his lunchtimes in this cupboard, scoffing jelly beans he carried around in his pockets.
The Doctor sighed when he finally reached the school gates. Eight hours until he could go home.
~CHS~
Rose Tyler had to admit that her new school was much better than she had first thought it was going to be. She was still a bit irritated with her mum for making her move schools when she had only just settled into Secondary school life at her old school. She'd made a couple of friends, at least, though they weren't really best friend material.
The first few lessons had gone quite quickly. Maths and English were much more interesting than she had first assumed. One of the boys in her class had kept watching her. It was weird but she did her best to ignore it. She just hoped he wouldn't continue to in their next lesson: History.
Now, it was break, and she was sat on a bench with the few friends she had made, Elisabeth, a girl she had started talking to in English, was daring her to walk to the top floor of the main building and back again during break. That didn't seem too bad.
Rose agreed with little thought. Louise said something about detention as Rose left the bench but Rose had never been bothered by those things.
Rose reached the top floor easily and couldn't help but laugh a little at how easy this 'dare' was. A nearby door swung open and Rose froze, hoping the teacher wouldn't see her. She'd rather avoid detention on her first day if she could. It wasn't the best first impression. The footsteps, however, were getting closer and closer. Rose scanned the area quickly and soon gathered that there was nowhere to hide.
Suddenyl, her hand was engulfed by a warm object which turned out to be a boy's hand. She looked up in surprise to see the boy who had spent the past two lessons watching her closely. She had to admit, he looked quite handsome. He looked about the same age as her, perhaps a little older, with brown, messy hair and brown eyes which were locked into hers.
"Who's there?" A voice demanded, snapping Rose and the boy out of their thoughts.
"Run!" He ordered before setting off towards the stairs, pulling Rose behind him. Rose could see he was grinning as they ran through the door onto the staircase. They adapted to a slower pace as they made their way down two flights of stairs.
"Who was that then?" Rose asked as she began her decent, glancing back up to see if the teacher was following them. "The headmaster."
"Why would it be the headmaster?" The boy answered with a question, looking at her with an odd look on his face.
"I'm sorry, okay. I'm new here. I don't know who the headteacher is and his voice sounded full of authority," Rose explained as they walked side by side down the stairs.
"That's a good explanation," The boy spoke, nodding his head in satisfaction as they reached the door leading to the yard where the rest of the students were.
"Who was he then?" Rose asked, stepping through the door when the boy held it open for her.
"That was Saxon. The music teacher here. Everyone knows he's after Mr Mott's job," At Rose's blank look, the boy added, "The headteacher. Anyway, I'm going to go and annoy him, Saxon, not Mr Mott or course, like I do best, and I might well get excluded in the process but don't you worry about me! No! Go and chat with your friends." He closed the door in her face before pushing it back open again. "I'm the Doctor by the way. And you are?"
Rose stared at him in amazement before managing to get a word out. Loads of questions were spinning around in her head but she simply answered his question, "Rose."
"Nice to meet you Rose," The Doctor sent Rose a manic grin before disappearing behind the door again. Rose turned and returned to her friends.
~CHS~
The Doctor made his way to his History class. Irritating Saxon had been a bit of a success and to make things even better, he had even managed to remain anonymous. He frowned when he reached his History classroom and saw a familiar looking girl standing beside the door, the opposite side to the rest of the class: Rose. The Doctor strolled over to her. "What are you doing here?" HE asked in confusion.
"Waiting outside our history class," Rose pointed out as if it was obvious.
"Well, what are you doing that for?" The Doctor questioned as he pushed the door open with a grin and disappeared inside the classroom. Rose followed after him with the rest of the class, slightly hesitant, behind her.
Dr Song looked up from her desk in surprise as the students trampled into the classroom. "Oh, were you all waiting for me? Someone should have said! Sit down, sit down! We have a lot of work to do today!" Rose moved towards Dr Song to inform her that she didn't have a seat but found herself being pulled the opposite way by the Doctor. He led her to an empty seat, passed her a new exercise book then sat down, beside her. He watched her closely as the lesson begun, watching as she wrote her name on the book: Rose Tyler.
After writing her name, Rose looked up and turned to face the Doctor who had been staring at her for the past two minutes. "What stops me from going to the headteacher and telling her that you annoy Mr Saxon in your spare time?" Rose asked. She wasn't going to, she was just curious as to what his response would be.
"The fact that you don't know who the headteacher is," The Doctor pointed out. She must have forgotten their conversation during their previous meeting when he had told her the name and, most importantly, gender of the headteacher.
"Oh, whatever!" Rose shrugged but gave him a fake glare when she saw him grin. "So what's your name?"
"You don't have a very good memory, do you?" The Doctor questioned.
"Silence at the back," Dr Song called, looking directly at the Doctor and Rose.
"You said you were called the Doctor," Rose whispered, glancing over at Dr Song who had returned to writing notes on the board. "But no one's called the Doctor. What's your real name?"
"John Smith," The Doctor replied.
"That can't be your real name," Rose scoffed in disbelief. "No one's called John Smith!"
"Well, that's what everyone here knows me as," The Doctor replied with a shrug, returning his attention to Dr Song's notes about Queen Victoria I.
"But what's your real name?" Rose continued to pester him for an answer, smiling. But she got no reply. The Doctor spent the rest of the lesson staring ahead at the board or jotting down notes in his exercise book.
For the last two lessons of the day, Geography and Biology, he continued to ignore her though they were sat on the opposite side of the classroom for both of the lessons. Rose decided she was going to talk to him after Biology. She hadn't meant to pester him and wanted to make sure he was okay. He didn't seem to talk to many people.