A/N: Another story I DIDN'T write. Again, this is by my friend River who asked me to upload this. I've absolutely adored it and I hope you like it too.

I woke up that day really early. It was the first day of my last year of secondary school. I dressed up and went downstairs, where my parents and breakfast were waiting for me in the kitchen.

"First day of school and you're wearing that?" my mum asked.

"What's wrong with this?"

"That skirt is way too short" my dad answered, peeking up from behind the newspaper.

"But I love this skirt!" I defended myself. "Plus, it's not that short. You should see the ones Judy wears…"

"Alright then, sweetie," my mum finally gave in "you can wear whatever you want." She said, and then she kissed my forehead. "I'm heading to the office now, I have a big presentation at 10 am. Do you want me to give you a ride?"

"No, it's okay. Josh is picking me up. Thanks, though!"

"Okay, then. Bye everyone!" and with that, she left the house. About half an hour later, my boyfriend, Josh, was at my door. "Oh, look how hot my girlfriend is!" he said with his douchebag-voice.

"Oh, shut up! My dad's here!"

"Congratulate him from me. He has the most gorgeous daughter in the whole of the United Kingdom"

"World, lad." My dad interrupted him. "She's the most beautiful woman in the whole world"

"Stop it, you too!" I said, blushing a little. "We're late for school!"

"She's right. Bye, sweetheart! Have fun!" my dad said, waving.

"Goodbye, Mr. Pond. Nice seeing you!" Josh said, but my dad ignored him.

"Bye dad!" I blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it in the air. It was our thing.

"Well, hello stranger!" my best friend Mels appeared at my locker. "How have you been?"

"Great! You? I'm sorry I haven't answered your texts. I was-" her finger in my lips shut me up.

"I don't care. Have you heard about old Ms. Collins?"

"The English Literature teacher?"

"Yeap. She passed away last week"

"Oh my God, really? I liked her!"

"Uh-huh. I wonder who'll be replacing her…"

"Dunno…" I checked my time table "Oh look, I have English Literature in the last two periods!"

"Me too." Mels said, looking at hers. The bell rang, indicating we had to go to the classrooms for the first class of the year.

"See you there, then?" I asked.

"Sure." She said, and then turned around towards her Maths class.

So, too much dialogue. Let's start with descriptions. Hello! My name is Amelia Pond (people call me Amy and so will you). I'm 18 years old, I live in Scotland, I love literature and any kind of art, and I want to be a model. And a writer. And a journalist. I love knowing stuff, like, did you know that if you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee? You're welcome. Now you know. Oh, and I'm ginger and really tall (sorry, felt like I had to mention it).

My parents are Tabatha and Augustus Pond, and I'm an only child. My mum works at Cairn Energy, an oil and gas exploration/extraction company from Scotland, and my dad's an architect. I've known Mels (short for Melody), my best friend, for ages now. We've grown up together and she basically lives at my house, except at summers when she goes to see her family at the States or something like that…she's never very clear about that (not that I care much, she always comes back). She loves trouble so bloody much that is actually pretty scary. And she had a weird obsession/crush with the raggedy Doctor, an imaginary friend I had as a kid. I've told her to visit a psychologist like a thousand times, but she keeps saying she's not crazy, that he has to be real and I don't know what. Physically, Mels is a bit shorter than me, she's black, hot and always looks cool.

Finally, there's my boyfriend, Josh. Not much to say about him, we've been together for only 5 months. He's taller than I am and has brown hair. He likes football and cars and touching girls' butts…yeah…

Anyway, let's go on with the first day of school, shall we?

That day was the slowest Monday ever. Chemistry, French, Maths, Economy… until, finally, English Literature. I had always loved that subject, and God I'd love it that year.

"Well, hello everyone!" the new teacher said. "My name's Clara Oswald and I'm your new English Literature teacher" She smiled, and an awkward silence was made. A guy whistled as in "and damn you're hot", and then he got hit by his girlfriend's elbow. Miss Oswald continued "So, for next week, you'll have to read Hamlet, but I was told that you had to read Frankenstein during summer, right?" I nodded and since I was sitting in the front row, she saw me. "Great!" she said "I'll start asking some questions. Let's see…" she took a piece of paper she had with the names of all the students. "Amelia Pond?" I was so distracted by the teacher's beauty that I didn't hear her. She was wearing a flowered dress with black tights and short boots. Her long brown hair perfectly falling, with some waves at the end. Her big brown eyes. Her nose. Her lips… Mels hit me "Amy, she called you" and I shook my head "Oh, crap. It's me, hi" I said, raising my hand.

"Hello!" She said, giving me one of her gorgeous smiles "So, uhm…"she started to shift looks between her notebook and me "Why do you think Victor Frankenstein doesn't give his creation a name?"

"Well," I started, trying to look the smartest I could, which was very hard since the whole class was staring at me. Half of the students had the "Wait… what creature?" look, others the "Fuck, lucky it wasn't me!" look, a few of them had the "Okay, I think I know that one" look, and then there was Manuel Adams. That fucker. One of those guys who doesn't know the difference between being top of the class and being top of everything; that think they're the best damn thing in the best damn world when the truth is that if there is such thing, they don't even get to its ankles.

I realised how much time had passed, so I just cleared my throat and tried my best "I think doctor Frankenstein was afraid that by giving the monster a name, he might be giving it, let's say, a personality. He'd be accepting that it was alive, that it was some sort of being, and that was something that he just couldn't take at the moment. It's the same thing we do with pets. When we name our pets, we accept them as part of our family, and to us they develop their own personality. That's exactly what Frankenstein didn't want: for it to become a person." I finished and looked at Miss Oswald, waiting for an approving -or disapproving- look, but it didn't seem like she was paying that much attention. It looked like she was staring… at me? The whole class was looking at her, so she shook her head and said "Oh, uhm, yes, yes, you're right, Miss Pond, very good".

The class went on as another student asked a question. Lucky her.

Finally, the bell rang. "So, remember what I've told you. Read Hamlet. See you next class!" and we all left.

When we got out of school, Mels, Josh and I went to my house, a little tradition we had had since we were twelve. We threw our bags in the couch and went to my bedroom. Already there, my mum brought us a batch with tea and some biscuits, fresh from the oven. She asked us how our day had been, we said it had been okay and she left. I was sitting at my desk, Josh was standing next to the door and Mels was lying on my bed, playing with a paper time machine I had made when I was a little girl and still thought that my imaginary friend was real.

"Guys, have you seen the English Literature teacher?" my dumbass boyfriend asked.

"Yeah," Mels said "she was kinda nervous… she seems nice, though"

"No, but, like, have you really seen her? I mean, the girl is hot. With capital H. Hot."

"You think so?" I said as if I hadn't been staring at her butt the last 60 minutes of school. "I mean, she's pretty but…"

"Pretty? No, love, Mels is pretty. She is HOT. Hot as in you."

"Hey!" Mels yelled and threw him a pillow. Right in the face. Thanks, Mels.

"No offense." He replied.

"Shut up."