A/N: I do not own the Doctor Who series. I give full credit to the creators of Doctor Who.

I hope you guys like my story. ive always wanted to right a FanFiction about Docter Who and his adventures and here I am! Don't judge me but im not finished with the series so I don't know anything beyond season 6 I think. I don't have time to watch it as much as I want to because of school but if I had a choice, I would be watching it right now eating ice cream! :) Anyway I hope you like it! oh btw HAPPY DAY AFTER DAY OF THE DOCTOR!

Chapter 1: Crazy Man and A Statue

"Whatever, Clarisse, there is no way in the world that I'm going to ask the cutest guy on campus to the school dance?" I told my best friend, Clarisse. She has been pushing me to ask this cute boy, Peter, out on a date for almost 2 years now and it wasn't going to happen now.

"Oh, come on, Allison, he totally likes you and you know it. You've known him all your life!" Clarisse told me. I'm ending this madness right now.

"Argh! No, Clarisse, I'm just not ready to have a relationship right now! I don't know if he likes me anyway. Anyway I got to go to class, see ya!

I walked down the corridor of the high school from the girl's bathroom to my and only class, Band. I go to a high school that is for band majors only. It's also like a college so I have my own dorm and everything.

When I got to the classroom door, the lights were off inside and there was a notice on the door. It said that class was cancelled because of some minor complications. Minor complications? That's weird. Anyway I decided to go outside and get some fresh air because this is mainly my only free time I get during class time because class doesn't ever get cancelled. Even when the director broke his leg, he still came to direct us.

I walked down to the garden to get some fresh air because we have the most beautiful garden at our school. It looks amazing this time of year. As I walked down the path through the garden I heard a faint humming sound that seemed to gone and off. When I got closer to the sound it sounded like a quiet alarm. I looked around to see what was making that sound but nothing looked out of place. There was the weeping angel statue that was in the middle of the garden, the beautiful flowers, the blue Police Box- wait- Police Box?

"That was not here a second ago." I said to myself. I decided to be the detective I am and go get a closer look. It was definitely a Police Box, like the ones you see on the streets in the 1950's. But the thing is, this looked like it was just manufactured from the factory that makes these things. I knocked on the door to see if anyone would answer. Why would anyone answer? There's no way in the world there's someone in there, Allison, don't be stupid! I thought to myself.

But ,as if on cue, the door swung open and there, standing, was a semi tall man that looked to be about 18, which was 2 years older than me. He had hair that swooped down over his eyes and he was wearing a dull brown suit with a bright colored polka dotted bow tie. He was extremely handsome and he was looking right down at me.

"Oh Hello, no need to bother you but I'm John Smith from the, um, CPSA, crazy people searchers anonymous," he showed me a blank piece of paper and then put it back in his pocket, "I'm doing a routinely inspection to see if any crazy people are um in this location… yea that's what I'm doing… anyway, could you by any chance tell me the date today?" he asked me. I was so confused…

"Um…its November 25, 2013… and why did you just show me a blank piece of paper?" I asked him. He looked at me confusingly and then took the paper out and looked at it.

"Oh so it is… um no need to lie then… I'm the Doctor and who might you be?" He asked me.

"Allison White of the non-crazy people anonymous." I told him holding my hand out to shake his hand. He shook my hand and smiled.

"Okay, my sarcastic friend, by any chance did you send a distress call to me? Wait, why would you send it? And why didn't you see the psychic paper? Well enough questions. Someone sent a distress call to my spaceship and I came to answer it. Has anything alienly or spacey happen to you in the past hour or so?" he asked me as if I'd know.

"Um, no not recently, well my band class got canceled today and that never happens but that's all. Nothing alienly or spacey." I told him and he looked kind of disappointed. But then he looked over my shoulder and his face filled with anger.

"Get behind me!" he yelled and I did what he said.

"What ,what is it?!" I asked him confusingly and looked right at what he was looking at. All I saw was that statue of the weeping angel. "What, the angel? That's nothing it's been there ever sense this building was built in the 1940's" I told him, hoping to calm him down.

"That is not just a statue, Allison, it's a weeping angel. An alien creature from another world!" he told me. This guy must be crazy.

"But it's just a statu-"I was cut off by seeing something out of the corner of my eye. It's like the angel just moved to look at me. "Doctor, did that just turn around?!" I asked him terrifyingly actually believing him a little bit at a time. he turned towards me and nodded.

"Allison, listen to me very clearly. Do not ,under any circumstances, blink or turn your eyes way from that statue, even for a split second. Do you hear me? Blink and your dead." Well that's very soothing 'blink and you're dead' I nodded slighty, not taking my eyes off of the statue, who was now looking straight at me with its hands ,that usually were over her eyes, were now coming off her eyes and her statue eyes were looking right at me.

"Don't look in her eyes, Allison, just look at her. She cannot move when human eyes are looking at her. It's a defence weapon. As long as you are looking at her she can't do anything to you. She wont do anything while I'm here." He stepped back in front of me but I could still see the angel. I am scared to death. What am I supposed to do. I feel like I can trust this man I just met. He just met me and already is stepping between an alien creature and me. He looks like he would take a bullit for me. I trust this man with my life. I don't know why I do. I just do.