Chapter 1

The doctor who main story line has nothing to do with me. I made up Cathy, and the school storyline but other wise and I wrote it, but The doctor is not my invention.

Please R&R (Read and Review) It's long but understandable.

Catherine Andrews walked down the street to her school which was only a 5 minuet walk from her house. She didn't mind the fact that she had to walk by herself because no one else really took this road down to her school.

As she crossed the road onto the small alley way towards her school when something caught her attention, a big police box that she had never seen before was standing there at there just a little while away.

She walked faster towards the blue box and when she reached there she examined it. It was normal looking, very old, and extremely fragile, but normal. Why had she never noticed it before?

Cathy sighed. She pushed her hand up and touched the blue wood it was made out of, nothing weird there. She walked round to the door and tried to push it open, but it was locked, probably hadn't been used for a while.

Cathy side smiled, it was weird for her not to have noticed this big blue thing before, but it was a normal thing to have here wasn't it? The street was an old one that had been constructed way back, and they might have had this police box there since then.

She turned around and walked away feeling slightly odd but reassuring herself that there was nothing peculiar about the police box.

Catherine walked through the school gates and checked her watch. She always came in a little early so that she could talk to her friends.

Her school was a big one. It had two buildings, a main one, where she had all her classes, and a smaller one where she was registered in the morning and afternoon.

She walked down to the smaller building, checking around but not seeing any children or adults.

She sighed and rechecked her watch. She was probably late and her watch was wrong. Mrs. Clifford was defiantly going to give her a detention and she had better stuff to do than hang around after school doing even more work.

She walked a bit faster towards the school and opened the door. She heard nothing at all coming from inside the classrooms.

Cathy bit her lip. Where was everyone? Even if it was form time they would never be this quite. It just wasn't possible.

She walked down the corridor and came to a room. She stared through the classroom door. Inside she saw some people she knew, they were from the year below her, and they were sitting inside the classroom at their desks watching the teacher write something on the white-board.

Cathy breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment there she thought that something had happened and no one was at school except her.

She was about to turn around, when suddenly the faces of all the children turned to look at her in union. Cathy stepped back. She looked at the children's faces and saw that they had lines on their foreheads.

She tried to tell what they were when she saw the teacher also turn around to see her, and she had lines at the top of her head too.

Cathy gulped. She could tell what they were; she could just make out the marks. They were stitches; they all had stitches on their foreheads. Suddenly the teacher raised her hand and pointed her finger at Cathy. Cathy's eyes opened what was happening? She watched as the pupils all slowly raised their hands in union as well. Just as their fingers all pointed in her way Cathy felt a figure launch themselves at her and she fell to the ground just after a red sap hit the wall making a huge hole in it.

Cathy lay on the floor breathing rapidly not understanding what was happening at all. The person that had just saved her got up and sat down next to her. She turned to look at them.

It was a man; he had brown hair, brown eyes and a dimple chin. He was wearing a brown suit and a long brown coat on top with trainers.

Cathy opened her mouth to speak, but she wasn't sure what to say.

"Thank you." She settled for as the man smiled.

"No problem. So who are you then?" The man asked as he drew out his hand to help her up.

"Catherine Andrews." She said as she took his hand and got up, "Who are you?"

"I'm the doctor." The man said.

"The doctor?" Cathy repeated.

"Yes, listen we'll get to know each other later, but right now, I think we should run."

Cathy looked around to see the faces of all her classmates at the door, their eyes wide open and their hands rising.

"Oh my god!" Cathy screamed, she grabbed the doctor's hand and they ran off down the corridor.