Ok hi! So first off, I sadly do not own Doctor Who, or any of that awesome stuff. Secondly, this is my first fanfic (gah!) so it wont be excellent but I hope you like it! Thirdly, I know, I know, this chapter's SUPER short but I felt like I needed to leave it off there. And finally, I dont actually live in England so if my terminology is off, tell me so I can fix it!
ok
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Prelude
The ringing phone broke John Smith from his homework-induced trance. He ran over to get it, hoping for an overdue call from his fiery haired, loud mouthed friend and her quiet (and frankly, John thought, rather dull) but utterly devoted recent-fiancee, and answered with a grin "Hello!" the voice on the other line sounded rushed, and there was lots of noise in the background "John? John Smith? Sorry, Hello?" "yes, yes I'm him" "I'm so sorry Mr. Smith, your friends have been injured" John's grin quickly disappeared "my friends? What friends? WHO?" he yelled, worst case scenarios already flooding his mind "um, let me see, ok here" the voice said "a Mr. and Mrs. Williams?" John ran out the door, grabbing his coat as he left. "Where? You tell me where. NOW!" he yelled, finding the person on the other end exceedingly slow. "Um sorry sir, the East London Honorary Hospital" John ran to the tube stop sprinting past the line for the turnstile. With the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, he thanked his informer, leaving her sounding flustered, and jumped (rather like a madman) onto the approaching train. "Oh my Ponds" he thought as the train left the station at the pace of a snail. "Please, not my Ponds."
Clara
Clara waited nerviously outside the head's office. She was not unfamiliar to being new, she had been new lots of times before (although it was annoying that she would have to start afresh for her senior year). She thought back to the first day at her old school, an old-fashioned prep school based on some Victorian principal, and the school before that, a new age experimental thing in the Americas. She had liked that one the best, she thought, it had made her feel like an explorer.
A loud voice from inside pulled her out of her memories. Moments later, the apparent speaker emerged. He was an odd looking boy who seemed to be around her age, with floppy brown hair, a rather ridiculous chin and a face that was made for smiling. Now, though, he seemed rather depressed – tear tracks ran down his face, and his clothes were crumpled and dirty, as if he hadn't washed in days. A pretty blond girl came out after him. "John, listen, I know it must be hard, I am so, so, sorry. It really is awful, but you need to come to school ok?" she was saying gently "don't bother, Rose" he snapped, and then turned rudely away from Clara and stomped away. Rose watched him leave, a worried look on her face, before turning to Clara. "Ah! You must be the new girl. I'm Rose. Er, sorry about that. He's been through… well, he's had a rough time of it lately" she said with a small smile, and offered her hand "Clara" Clara replied, shaking Rose's hand. "Ok!" Rose said, "lets just have you fill these forms, then you can go on to 10. That's the headmaster, by the way, he's the 10th so we just call him 10" Rose looker rather flushed. "Are you a student too?" Clara asked curiously, to which Rose replied "Oh sorry, no I'm the secretary" before handing a large stack of papers to Clara with a sympathetic smile. "Well, here goes nothing" Clara thought, and with that she began on the forms.
Clara studied her schedule. Figures, the first thing she would have is Science. Damn. Clara did not like science one bit - oh she admired people who did, of course, she had nothing against the subject its self, but it was just so... thick. She wandered around for a bit before finally giving up and asking for directions, and ended up arriving to class late. She burst and and felt her cheeks get hot as she realized that everyone was staring at her. The teacher cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen" he said in a nasally voice "this is Ms... err..""Clara Oswald." Clara offered. "Yes, that" the teacher said "She's new here, I need someone to get her up to speed. Mr. Smith? Would you please help Clara?" Clara followed her teacher's stare, and saw the rude boy from earlier. She was not entirely pleased that she would have to learn from this unpleasant looking boy, and he looked as though he thought much the same. "But Mr. Dav-" he protested, but the teacher (whose name Clara saw now was Davros) cut him off. "No buts. You will help Ms. Clara. Now if you will please take a seat" he said, addressing Clara now "we will begin."
The rest of the lesson was as dull as Clara had always found the subject, and the buzzing of the bell came far too late. She went over to the boy John Smith's desk and introduced herself. "Im-""Clara. I know." Said the boy. "Here. This is my cell number and address. Come over whenever and I'll catch you up. I've got to go now." And with that he grabbed his book bag and strode away before Clara could respond.