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Age 9

Rory Williams sat on the side of the stone bridge, his scabby bruised legs dangling over the edge, he picked up a stone and plonked it in the stream below. He swung his legs back and forth, looking at his oversized feet and his new trainers covered in mud 'My mum is go'na kill me' he thought, but not really caring. You see his day had been quite too amazing to care about getting shouted at by his mother over dirty shoes.

He'd spent his morning in his new garden, he'd just moved house with his family, not far mind you just down the road, to a bigger house for the welcoming of his also new little sister Kylie. Anyway yeah, he'd spent the morning in his garden kicking about an old football from the previous occupants of the house, it was a tad deflated but it was better than spending all day in a stuffy house with a crying baby, he thought.

He was kicking the football hard at a rickety fence, using the fence as a goal and cheering every time he hit perfectly, when one more kick and he kicked it just a bit too high and it bounced over into the neighbours garden becoming hidden in the long green grass,

'Crap' Rory whispered.

He peered into the open window of his house, his nose resting on the windowsill

'Mum, I kicked my ball into the neighbours garden, can you please go and ask for it back?' Rory asked his mother shyly, scared to wind her up when she was already looking quite mad. His mother looked at him, her teeth clenched, holding a small screaming baby that had not stopped creaming since it arrived home, she took a deep breath and walked over to the window and careful not to shout at Rory she said,

'Rory dear, I'm a bit busy at the moment I'm sure you are a big enough boy to go and knock on the door and ask for your ball back' and with that she closed the window, knocking Rory's large nose slightly.

Rory sighed and slowly made his way down the garden path eying up the garden next to him his imagination going into over-drive; the long grass looked like it contained all sorts of monsters and creepers ready to snatch little Rory's feet from underneath him, the big house looked haunted, no curtains were open and Rory thought that a ghoul was taking rest there waiting to take Rory soul. He hadn't noticed but his knee's were trembling and his hands were sweaty and before he knew it he was holding onto his neighbours gate, he swallowed hard and opened the rusting squeaky gate and ran up the garden path, not looking back to see if monsters were chasing him.

He was breathing heavily as he took his twitchy little hand and knocked on the door three times and waited…waited for the ghost to eat his soul.

He saw the curtains twitch and heard a small run towards the door, the rumble of keys, twist of the lock, the door unbolting and then finally opening. A small red-headed girl stood before him, small but taller than him and her hand was stuck out.

'Well take it…' said the girl impatiently after around 2 minutes

'Urr, ex-excuse me?' Rory managed to stutter out.

'It's a hand, you shake it…I'm Amelia Pond!' the girl smiled and dropped her hand in defeat. The accent she spoke with -Rory had deciphered- was Scottish.

'Ur-ur, I'm Rory W-Williams, I live next door' He pointed to the neighbouring house as he spoke.

The girl smiled eagerly, her eyes filled with amusement and innocence, maybe this boy would be her friend she'd certainly like a friend.

'Have you just moved in? Do you have a stutter? Why've you knocked on my door? What kind of a name is Rory? Do you want to be my friend?' The questions poured out of her like lemonade out of a jug, she was jumping on the balls of her feet grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

'Urrrr….' Rory's brain whizzed with the array of questions she asked, he was relatively smart for a 9 year and managed to answer all the questions in one go.

'Yes. No I j-just get n-nervous and shy. K-Kicked my football in to you're garden and I-I wanted it back if I c-c-could. Rory's the k-kind of name my mum gave me, and you want to be my friend?' he questioned her instead.

She rocked back and forth on her heel and held onto the door frame for support

'Well yeah why not? I don't have any friends here, they all think I'm weird cause I'm Scottish and they cant understand me' She spoke quickly but Rory managed to keep up

'But you're really pretty?' he wasn't sure if he said that as a question to why she'd have no friends or as to why she'd want to be his friend, he supposed both really.

'You think I'm pretty?'

They both blushed scarlet.

Amelia smiled a wicked smile and stepped outside her house

'Aunt Sharon! I'm going out with a friend!'

There was an inaudible reply back as Amelia closed the door.

She snatched Rory's hand as they ran down the garden path, she was dragging him somewhere but he had no idea where. She ran and ran, she ran pretty fast for a girl Rory thought. He tried to catch his breath and so did his new friend.

'Here we …are' she panted.

Rory looked around, they were down by a stream on a small stone bridge there was a grassy area near by with a massive tree shading it and a tire swing tied with a rope hanging of a sturdy branch, Amelia had made her way over to it, ready to jump on the swing. He smiled and ran over as well, racing her to swing. She won but he insisted he let her win because she was a girl and that if he really wanted to have won he easily could have, he was lying and she knew but she played along anyway.

'Well, seeing as you lost you can push me' she grinned that wicked smile again, flashing her pearly teeth.

Rory sighed in defeat 'Okay then' he smiled and started pushing her on the swing.

The afternoon was filled with laughs and games, playing tig, climbing up tree's, exchanging stories. She told him this fascinating story about a 'Raggedy Doctor' and how one day he'd come back for her and then journey through space, Rory was amazed and if he was honest, a little bit jealous. He didn't want anyone taking his new friend away from him, especially not when she was as pretty as she was. Rory told Amelia a boring story about once when he found a secret door in his house and he thought it led to some magical world like Narnia or something, but it turned out it was just the door to the cellar they never knew they had. She laughed at him, she laughed at him nearly all afternoon really, and he continued to do things to make her laugh because it sounded like music. That's how his shoes got so dirty. He ran down the bottom of ditch to get her a flower as pretty as her, he knew she'd laugh at his actions so he took no hesitation in doing it. He was so glad to have a proper friend.

After a day filled with laughter they both sat on the edge of the stone bridge; muddy shoed, scabby legged, but two very happy, smiley children. Amelia innocently grabbed hold of Rory's hand and smiled at him with a slight blush, his eyes were wide and his cheeks were red but he laced his fingers between hers.

It was the start of a very eventful relationship.