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15 year old Krystal bopped her head to Evanescence's Everybody's Fool. Her light blue earphones pressed into her ears which were connected to her 4th generation Ipod in the back pocket of her denim jeans. She smothered margarine all over her toast before going to the cupboard and pulling out a bottle of honey. She danced back over to the bench and covered her toast in the sweet liquid then put the condiments away before dancing over to the table with her toast. She set the plate on the table before taking a bite of one of the pieces. She gave a thoughtful chew before smiling. She placed to piece of toast back on the plate before fishing Ipod out of her back pocket and turning the music off. She took her earbuds out and set her Ipod on the table. It was a beautiful autumn's day in the west of Birmingham. The sun was high in the sky bringing warmth and a light glow through the town. A light breeze blew through the crack under the front door but Krystal didn't mind. Her parents and twin 8 year old brothers, Harry and Marcus, were at a multi-sports day a friend's school oval in London. About 2 hours ago, 8:30, Krystal's family left with a multitude of. 'Are you sure you'll be alright sweetie?' and 'Call if you need anything/ if anything goes wrong.' etc. Krystal, and her family, however, believed she was old enough to spend the day at home until around 6 that night. She took a single bite out of her toast before placing it back on the plate. She took the earbuds out of her ears and placed her Ipod on the table. She walked over to her couch where her guitar was placed. She gently lifted it up and threw the strap over her head and weaved an arm through it. She sat on the arm of the couch and strummed at it softly. She set it down and jumped onto the long couch and grabbed the TV remote before turning it on and flicking through the channels aimlessly, not really paying attention to it. It was when she was onto the 3rd or 4th cycle of the channels a thick cloud of smoke came trailing into the lounge room. She lifted her head to smell the foul, heavily smoky scent that it created forcing her to cough. That's funny she thought to herself as she ran towards the kitchen. I'm certain I only had the toaster on. Alarmed she jumped from the couch and ran toward the kitchen.

'Argh! The toaster! It better not choose today to break down!' she growled as she thought out loud. As soon as she reached the kitchen she ran to the toaster, no smoke. She sighed a brief sigh of relief then remembered the smoke was still there. She raced around the kitchen checking appliances and power boards until she noticed where the smoke was coming from- the back door

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She quickly walked to the glass door and opened it. When she opened the door an enormous cloud of smoke, much bigger than the previous cloud that trailed from the crack under the door and the small open window, burst through the screen door. Krystal gagged slightly coughing the smoke out of her lungs. Still coughing, and occasionally gagging, she speed-walked across her low balcony and the closer she got the more she could see the yard below her. Standing at the edge of the balcony, leaning against the safety rails, she could see a ginger-haired girl around her age next to a burgundy police box.

'Blimey!' the girl exclaimed in frustration kicking the police box which sent her howling and clutching her foot in pain. Krystal slowly opened the small gate that parted the balcony from the yard and walked down 3 of the 4 thick concrete stairs.

'Hello?' she called through the smoke coughing.

'Oh, hello there!' the girl replied cheerfully, this was Krystal's first instinct of the girl being mad. 'I'm sorry about landing here.' Krystal just nodded. 'My STARDT hasn't done that before, actually, that's a lie- it hasn't crashed yet this year... this month... ok, today but when is today I guess, there's no element of time really in my situation,'

'STARD?' Krystal asked.

'No STARDT, it's an acronym,'

'For what?'

'Uh... what's your name?' the girl asked obviously trying to change the subject. Krystal raised her eyebrows. 'What? If you want me to tell you I should know who you are,' Krystal sighed.

'Krystal, Krystal Hill.' She replied unwillingly as she slowly extended her hand. She wasn't sure why she used her full name but it felt right.

'Sophie,' the girl, whose name must have been Sophie, replied with a wide grin on her face taking Krystal's hand and shaking it.

'And your last name?'

'I don't have one,'

'Right' Krystal replied now certain this girl was utterly insane.

'Well, actually, Sophie isn't-,' she quickly clamped her hands over mouth.

'What is it then?'

'What's what?'

'I think you know what I'm talking about,'

'No, I don't,'

'You were about to say your name wasn't Sophie,' Krystal challenged. Sophie, or whatever her name was, suppressed a defeated sigh.

'Fine, my name isn't Sophie, I'm a time lady, I travel time and space and dimensions in my STARDT,' she pointed at the police box with her thumb. 'Space, Time And Relevant Dimensions Transporter, well it used to be the STARD but I changed it to define the fact it was a transporter, though it's also a teleporter really,' Krystal, who was still stuck at the start of that statement was pulled over the edge. This girl was officially mad.

'You're loony!' Krystal announced.

'Well, yeah I guess I'm a little mad, OK, extremely so, but I'm not lying or anything- well I don't think I am for all I know I could be I guess. I could be anyone, really,'

'Get out of here! What sort of teenage girl goes around with a maroon police box-,'

'It's burgundy!'

'Sorry, with a burgundy police box, claiming not only that she doesn't have a last name, but she can travel through time!'

'-And space!'

'Anything else to add to that statement?' She asked, unbelieving, rolling her eyes

'Look I can prove it!' Sophie said scanning Krystal's body, her eyes landing on her old necklace. 'How old is that necklace?' Krystal's hands flew to it clasping over the middle of her chest where the obviously placed old silver heart with the small diamond in the middle wa.

'Over 500 years, it belonged to my great-great-great- well an ancestor of mine.'

'Uh, wait a sec,' And with that Sophie slipped into the police box closing the door behind her. About 30 seconds later a wooshing sort of noise boomed through the yard and the STARDT slowly, but surely, disappeared.

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