Disclaimer: I have not currency that will suffice your greedy appetites
if you sink low enough to sue Fanfiction authors. Sorry for my rudeness,
and odd failure at sophistication. I do not own Doctor Who.
Author's note: In this particular Fanfiction, just imagine Rose started
traveling at fifteen and got dropped off shortly to continue school.
Don't argue my logic.
Friends! Good old friends! Who doesn't need friends! So on my first
day of school, well first day at this school, well.. Any way, I made
it my personal quest to find a mate. I mean mate as in friend, not
as in..Weeell, but I'll talk about that later, as in never.
After I entered the cafeteria, I took it upon myself to greet
the first person I caught a glimpse of. And this happened
to be a pretty girl with shoulder length blonde hair and light
brown eyes.
"I'mJohnSmithAndYouHaveToBeMyfr eind!" I said in one breathe naturally,
although according to my dad is an odd habit of mine. She
wore a confused look across her face. So I guess lonely new students who
greets a possible friend and gets a stupid face in return! So rude,
and she happened to not be ginger as well.
"Woah, desperate much. I don't recognise you, But if you are
new here you can sit down with me. No promises that I won't hate you."
She raised an eyebrow, offering me her hand to shake but as soon a
reached out mine, she whipped it away. "Remember, no promises,"
She smirked.
I yanked her hand forward, shaking it vigorously.
"I promise-No guarantee, that we are going to be good mates!"
She frowned, the stifled a giggle. Upon realizing that she might
have gotten the wrong idea, I blurted out, " I MEANT AS IN FREINDS!"
"Alright then. So, I'm Tyler. Considering we just met and you want to
be my mate, I don't think we are on first name basis yet."
As soon as I opened my mouth to object, she reassured me she was
kidding and told me her name was Rose. She wrapped her hand
around mine and led me to a table. Her named echoed in my mind
and I couldn't help but feel like I was forgetting something.
"My name is John Smith as I said earlier. So have I made a good
expression so far?" I awaited her words patiently.
"Way to early to tell. Did you just randomly decide to talk to me
or something?" She questioned me. I grinned
The bell rung, signalling us to retreat to class, and Rose was lost
in the sea of students.
Finding my class took me a minute, and I arrived at the door frame
where a girl blocked my way.
" The school has requested from the beginning that all student's bring
3 inch binders. Your's appears to be a two-inch and your hair is hideous."
Spitting in her hand and patting down my hair that stuck up with said hand.
I moved my head away, disgusted, and then it hit me. This girl was our teacher, not a student.
She had very childish features, but a name tag with my teacher's name gave
her away ( Although I wish I could give her away).
She ushered me into my seat throwing a paper on my desk.
It read: Copy 'I will bring a three-inch, zipible, and neatly kept binder
to this school,' 180 times or buy me a chocolate bar, because I love those.
SAVE ME ROSE! At my mental mention of her name I realized that I have actually seen her before, in a dream.