Ch 1: 12 years I thought you died man!

I don't own dr. who or any of the sort (though I wish I did) just my OC's

Prologue

I remember myself a small, crazy, over her head, imaginative, worldly, sarcastic, freaky, crazy, pasty skinned, small 7 and a half year old girl. My dad was American I lived with in western Ohio until I was 4, and then he passed from a heart attack. I don't miss him though, I don't remember him, and how can you miss someone you don't remember? This would explain the American accent. At school I was always "that American girl"

My only friends Rory William's and my older cousin Amelia Pond. Amelia's parents died a few years before then. I lived with her and we shared a room. She was my best friend, my sister practically.

Me, Amy, and Rory, are practically siblings we basically did everything together, we rode our first rollercoaster together, went to our first dance together (as friends!), we went to our first bar together (I threw up all over Rory…hehe) We even share the memory of the man with the time machine…I don't want to bore you with the whole story…

Basically a man ate all of our fish fingers and custard… (He's the one who gave me the disgusting idea…but it's so yummy) then he hopped back in his police box (sorry ahem…TARDIS) and said he'd be back in five minutes…not. We were so exited we immediately packed our things…me it consisted my notebook coloring books and my crayons. We went outside and waited…and waited…and waited… and we waited some more... we were finally convinced at the age of 11 that he was never coming back

Little did I know…12 years later he would…?

My name is Linda Wood… and this is the story of how I came up with the disgusting but awesomely epic combination of fish fingers and custard…

Ok ok fine and how I went on with traveling with the doctor

There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around, it a hole in the wall it's a dirty free for all!

My cell went off. Why do people insist on calling me when I am busy! I'm in the middle of makeuping someone's face! (Yes people makeuping is a word in the dictionary of Liny) I put it on speaker.

"yellow" I went on with blending the grey and the black on the left eye and talking as if the person didn't cared which they did. Not that anyone else could tell, Melanie her was fully Goth but I've worked with her plenty of times. And no matter how emotionless her face is, (although her face does occasionally cringe) I can tell when she's ticked off.

"Hey Liny!" Amy said. My soul sister.

"Hiya, Amy, I've got a question why do you insist on calling me when I am working! Hey! Stop cringing!" I hate it when people move when I am working on them, especially Melanie with her random cringing it makes me have to start over. I began painting on a black liquid liner on her upper lash line.

"Sorry. Ya wanna go shopin?" she asked as if I went annoyed, which I was.

"Aahh" I pulled my hand away from its work to look at my watch, "sure" I immediately went back to work.

"K when will you be home?" she asked impatiently

"Ill be done in 5 minutes i'm almost done. Open your mouth please" my customer did as I asked and I began painting dencher glue on her tooth. 5 min…sudden memories of the man with the time machine came back with a flood of emotions…I promise…what's the point of the word 'promise' if it is not used properly. I could remember younger me and Amy in the rain waiting and waiting and waiting and-

"What?" Amy said on the other side of the phone. She thought I told her to open her mouth. Ha-ha too funny. I pushed a dark bluish black lock of hair out of my face and placed it back in my bobby pin.

"No not you…look call you back when i'm on my way Kay bye" I said quickly. I didn't even give her the chance to say bye. I painted a bit more dentcher glue on her tooth and…

"Done!" I exclaimed proud of my work. My cousomer melaine here, I have done her makeup to make it look like she was an um…zombie-vampire I believe she said.

"I love it" she said in her usual one tone, one volume, voice. "Here" she said dully as she handed me the money she owed me in a crumpled mess. "Thanks"

"Any time" she simply walked out of the store without another word. I leaned back a little as I watched her exit the store. The shaggy ripped lace of her skirt swayed back and forth. I was eager to make sure she left so I could leave work. Finally I heard the click of the lock on the door and I ran for the back uniting my black apron along the way.

I threw my apron on the rack and began removing the claw clip holding my hair up. My hair plopped down a fair few inches past my shoulders. Then I practically started ripping out all of my bobby pins holding back my side swept bangs. I kicked off the boring black flats and put on my black all star converses. I quickly unbuttoned my black button up shirt and replaced it with a tight white t shirt with black paint splatters all over it…literally I made it myself, ok fine you caught me sue me I was wearing a dirty t shirt in public big whoop!

Thank god I was aloud to wear my jeans to work because I could not take it any more. I grabbed my skate board and headed for the door (yea I know ha-ha you still ride your skate board to work ha, I don't like to drive! Gimmie a break!) the bells of the door bell chimed, music to my ears. I dropped my skate board and mounted it and headed home.

As I was half way I pulled out my cell phone and speed dial Amy. I heard it ring a few times hmm no answer? Amy always answers her cell.

"To leave a call back number press 5 to leave a message wait for the tone…beep!" the phone said. God that voice is annoying!

"Hey Amy its Liny, I'm o-" suddenly the front wheel of my skate board veered a little too close to the edge of the sidewalk, causing me to fall on the bumpy road. Skater safety tip number 11, never talk on your cell phone wile on the skate board. I have failed to follow this rule many times nor will I ever obey it. "ow…" I examined my scraped elbow. I touched it a bit and it throbbed terribly. I picked up my phone and continued my message "yea i'm on my way, and I've failed safety tip number eleven…anyway have a band-aid ready when I get there, bye." I closed my cell phone. I sighed as I saw I cracked, no shattered the crystal on the screen. "Crap!" I yell whispered. I stood up only to find my jeans all bloody from my knee. I stood my knee throbbed a bit. I continued riding all the way to me and Amy's house.

Little did I know what was in store at my house? My mouth dropped open and I halted my skate board. There was smoke pouring into the beautiful blue sky from my backyard. Fire. Oh Crud monkeys, oh crud monkeys, oh crud monkeys-?

My eyes are lying to me, are they? no they cant be but they are but there not-it's the same police box "he" came in 12 years ago same paint same structure same, every thing. But most of all, the most shocking thing I heard was and eerie deep voice, like a grown man, it was very echoey, saying 'attention prisoner zero the human premises is surrounded attention prisoner zero the human premises is surrounded…the human premises will be incinerated"

The doctor…is here

Ok so I researched what kind of things a cosmetologist does and stuff how do you think I did with the whole saying what she did with her job and stuff

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