„I'll be back in five minutes! Give me five minutes, I'll be right back! I need to stabilize the TARDIS!" He grunted, smiling at me reassuringly. My mind fell blank. No, five minutes. Everybody says that.
If I let him go, he would never come back. He began to leap over the edge of his box.
"People always say that," I said sadly. He spun his head around, his eyes flickering with understanding. He jumped over to me, kneeling down. I looked at him, feeling downhearted.
"Am I people? Do I even look like people?" I shook my head. He looked funny. "Trust me, I'm the Doctor." And he patted my head, jumping into his so called 'TARDIS'. He swung the doors closed behind him.
"Oh boy." I murmured, standing there, frozen for a moment. Then I leapt into action. If I wasn't prepared he might leave without me. I ran back to the house, through the door, up the stairs, and into my room. I scurried over and pulled out my suitcase, stuffing only my necessities within.
"Teddy bear, dress, T-shirt, shorts, tennis shoes, Littlest Pet Shops, stuffed horsey, pillow, paint, apples, paper, rope, and a hat." I listed. I snapped it closed and looked over at the clock. It had only been three minutes. I went over to my closet and pulled on my long black coat, my red winter hat, my rain boots, and my gloves. I picked up my suitcase, clutching my teddy bear against my chest. I rushed downstairs. I only had two minutes left until he returned. In the yard, I sat down my suitcase, and sat on top of it. I leaned my chin on my fist, waiting impatiently for him to. About one and a half minutes later, I sighed, feeling like he would never come.
Whoosh, Whoosh, Scraaatch, Scraaatch, erupted into the night. I sat up, grinning widely. This time, the box was sitting up straight, its lamp flashing every time it glowed, making it a little less transparent. Once it looked solid, the door swung open, and the Doctor's head popped out from the inside. How can he fit in that little thing? Is it larger on the inside? I thought.
"Told you, five minutes!" He sang, striding out. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. That crack in your wall. Let's go take a look at that." He said, running into my house. I skipped after him, leaving my suitcase leaning against his box.
Upstairs in my bedroom, he was pointing a little metal wand-like thing at the crack in my wall. It made a soft buzzing sound. I looked at it, very intrigued. Then I looked at the wall in realization, and muttered in a daze,
"There's an aliens eyeball in my bedroom wall…." My eyes widened and I shuffled my feet so I was closer to the Doctor.
"Yes, there was. It's surprisingly common-you wouldn't believe the giant red eye I found in Benito Mussolini's kitchen, it was quite the travel, although I must say, I'm no longer a fan of Italian noodles. A bowl of them ate my friend once. Not a nice experience." He rambled quickly, still looking at the crack, clearly mesmerized by it. I was too. He ran his hands along it.
"Open sesame, you beautiful mystery," He murmured to the wall.
"You're talking to a wall."
"I have done that many a times. Why? Don't you? You should try it sometime; it's quite entertaining. Especially when the wall is made of extraterrestrial jello, and you're in an underground sewage grate."
"That sounds like an interesting travel." I told him. Then suddenly, I heard a boom from the hallway. He flew around in a circle, and skidded from the room to where the sound had come from. Then I heard a loud banging sound of a cricket bat hitting something. I turned around, stunned, and ran into the hallway. There was the Doctor, sprawled across the wood floor, with my sister standing over him, holding a cricket bat. She was wearing her kiss-o-gram police outfit. I groaned.
"Mady! That's my friend! Don't ever, ever do that again!" Madyleine looked at me, pulling her long straight red hair up under her police hat.
"Amelia, I told you you're not supposed to let any strangers in the house when I'm at work! I came upstairs, and this creep was standing here, looking around like something had stolen his head. So I hit him with my cricket bat."
"And you just so happened to be holding a cricket bat in the hallway?"
"I wasn't feeling very pleased about my night."
"I can tell." I said, pointing to the large hole in the wall. She did this a lot. She was seventeen, and was very, very unusual. I didn't like my older sister anymore, ever since she had gotten this new job. But Aunt Sharon always got furious, and kind of scary when Mady said I hadn't done what she said. So I had to follow along and do what she told me to do, sadly.
"Amelia, go downstairs, right now! Or it will be your turn with this cricket bat!" My eyes widened in fear-I knew she was serious when it came to the cricket bat.
"Fine, but don't hurt him anymore" I told her, and huffed, shuffling down the stairs. I sat there, feeling angry. After about an hour, and I went into the front yard to look at the big blue box. I tested the door, and walked in, and eventually managed to pick up my jaw from the floor.
"You're truly beautiful, you big old box." I ran my hands across the long stalks holding up the roof. I plopped down on the ground, and began to feel drowsy. I yawned, and stretched. Soon, I fell asleep against the cool floor. What was tomorrow going to be like, for goodness sakes?!