A/N: I know I should be working on my Doctor Who Fanfiction, but while I was at my dads, I got really bored and started writing this. The chapters will be shorter in this because I have noticed that if I write in smaller amounts then I will continue on with the story. I might even shorten the length of my Doctor Who chapters.
So I have up to chapter 8 written down, and I am working on Chapter 9. i would like it if you would help me get out of this writer's block I have. Once I post the others you can help me.
I would love it if you would review your thoughts on this Fanfiction, I would love it! And I also write more if i have fans. So if you are a fan then please don't hesitate to tell me!
I also think chapter 1 is the shortest chapter...
Walking home wasn't much of a scary thing for me. I knew every place in London, and almost every person. I also had pepper spray and a small knife in my purse.
The night was warm, but my arms involuntarily hugged my chest, it was quiet, except for a few taxis, which were probably carrying drunk passengers who didn't want to get caught being drunk. A few of then beeped at me as I crossed the streets, but I didn't care, and just kept walking like nothing happened.
My long red hair billowed around me as I walked, which gave my head the looking fire effect. My ice-blue eyes were wide open, as to see better in the dark.
I was almost home. I only has a few more streets to cross before I got to my flat.
That's when I smelled the smoke.
A fire truck rushed past me. It was on it's way to my street. I began to panic, and started running. Normally I would have taken the long way as to enjoy this lovely night, but I skipped over fences, and raced through people's yards to get to my flat quicker.
My heart was racing. My hair was flying around me like a red cape. My lungs burned, but I kept running. The smoke was getting stronger.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
My flat.
My home.
Was burning.