Disclaimer: I own none of this, only my original character Mels and the arranging of the words. The rest belongs to the great writers at BBC.

Summary: Mels has a normal boring life. She gets up in the morning, goes to school, comes home and does homework. This has been her life for the past few years until one day something interesting finally happens. She finds a box. A big, blue box with a man in it. This sparks the biggest adventure of her life.

Every single day was the same for sixteen year old Mels. She got up in the morning, pulled her uniform on over her head and then proceeded to stumble into the bathroom. She would then pick up her pink toothbrush and squirt some spearmint toothpaste out onto the stiff bristles and then brushed her teeth for exactly three minutes. She would then vigorously wash her brush until every particle of toothpaste was off of it. Next, she would retrieve her mint floss from the sterile white medical cabinet and floss between tooth, ball up the floss and throw it away. She would grab her purple hairbrush from the marble counter top of her sink and proceed to brush her curly, light brown hair fifty times until it was silky soft. She would proceed to place her brush onto the counter and put her hair into a loose ponytail. She skipped makeup every day and then would run back into her room, five minutes late. She'd hop around her room on one foot, pulling her socks on and then pull her bright white sneakers on. Her mother would yell up the stairs that she was running late, just like every morning. She would grab her leather shoulder bag and run down the stairs at top speed. Her father would shout at her that she sounded like an elephant, or for a change, a rhino, but that was only on rainy days. Today it was a rhino day. It was pouring rain out. That was a nice change. Mels grabbed her usual buttered toast and crammed it into her mouth, getting chided by her mother as usual. At the usual 6:46AM, her best friend Jay would knock loudly on the door, shouting at Mels to hurry. He was right on time as usual. Mels gulped her toast down and kissed her mother on the cheek, streaking out the door. Just like every day...

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"I hate this rain." Mels grumbled, holding her backpack over her head to shield her hair from the rain. Jay smirked, holding his umbrella in his small petite hands.

"You should've grabbed an umbrella, Mels." he gently chided her, smacking his best friend on the shoulder. Mels pouted and kept her bag over her head.

"I don't appreciate you hogging the only umbrella, Jay-bird." she said coldly, crossing her one free arm across her chest and keeping her backpack balanced on her head. Jay snickered when she used his elementary school nickname.

"Mels, the fact that I have an umbrella just goes to show that you're less prepared than me which means that I'm better than you today." Jay teased her, earning himself a harsh glare from Mels. She looked like she could smack him. They'd always had this sort of friendship. The one where they appeared to fight and compete all the time, but really they were close to each other.

"Jay-bird," Mels started, inserting a lot of fake restrained anger into her voice. "let me use that umbrella or I'll rustle that perfectly done hair of yours." she threatened him, a warning look in her eyes. Jay's hand flew to his mouth and he breathed in a sharp intake of breath, one hand on his hip.

"Mels, love," Jay sputtered after a few moments. "if you even touch my hair, you will lose a hand." Jay smiled sweetly at her while saying this, and it honestly frightened her. He was always terrifying when he was angry. Mels opened her mouth to argue back when suddenly there was a great rush of wind that swept Mels' skirt above her knees and blew Jay's scarf off his neck and inverted his umbrella. The gust of wind was accompanied by a loud wooshing and whirring sound that drowned everything out. The leaves rushed around them and Mels' squeal wasn't even heard as she tried to manage her skirt and coat. There was a loud crashing sound, but neither saw anything. After a few moments, things calmed down. Jay's perfectly combed hair was all on point and Mels' hair was now frizzy.

"What the hell was that...?" Jay asked after a few silent moments. Mels just shook her head and whimpered as the rain soaked them both to the bone. Jay's umbrella was completely ruined, Mels' backpack was covered in mud and they were running late. This was certainly an unexpected change...

"I have no idea, but we have to get to school." Mels muttered, attempting to brush her hair. Jay looked appalled at the state they were in but pushed through it and nodded stiffly.

"I really think I might cry..." Jay complained in a tiny voice, trying to comb his hair but found it hard without a comb or gel. Mels smiled sympathetically at her friend and grabbed his hand and her backpack off the ground.

"Let's just go." she giggled, starting to run down the rainy street, shielding her head with her hand. If only Mels knew that this was the start to a whirlwind day...

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"I'll see you later, Jay-bird." Mels hugged Jay tightly at the end of the day, lightly patting his now fixed hair. Jay looked flattered at her hug and hugged her back.

"See you tomorrow, Mels. Be careful on your walk home." he warned her, not having forgotten their strange encounter on the way to school. Mels smirked and nodded.

"I'll be sure not to be hit by a fly saucer on the way home." she assured him, patting his arm before daring to venture out onto the street. It was still pouring down rain, and Mels still didn't have an umbrella. She pulled her coat collar up to shield herself from the wind, shivering as the rain, sleet and cold winds bit harshly at her skin through her coat. She hated having to walk nearly ten blocks to school, but it was nice in the spring. Too bad it wasn't spring. She couldn't stop shivering and shakily made her way down the street, wishing she had Jay for company, but alas he'd had to go to his aunt's house for brunch. Jay could be such a stuck up ponce at times. She growled under her breath about Jay leaving a lady to walk home alone in the rain. She was caught up in her thoughts, barely paying attention to her surroundings. That is until a loud shout pulled her out of those blissful, peaceful thoughts. It was coming from the woods in the side of the road. She narrowed her eyes and turned slowly, walking towards the source of the sound. As she got closer, she could hear banging and popping, along with a hurried voice mumbling things. She was silent as a barn cat stalking its prey as she got closer and closer to the sounds, her curiosity getting the better of her. Who could it be...? She furrowed her brow, finally reaching the creator of these strange sounds. It was a man and a box. Not just a box, one of those old police boxes, but it was blue. The bluest of blues. The man was just as strange as his box which was smoking. He was dressed in a tweed jacket with a neatly starched blue button up shirt, black suspenders, brown khaki's and a red bowtie to finish it all off. He was the strangest man she'd ever seen. Not just his appalling sense of fashion, his peculiar manner as well! He was pacing back and forth, a steel cylindrical looking device in his hands. He was muttering something about time, tribophysical waveforms, pan-dimension and relative dimensional stabilisers. He was the strangest man she'd ever seen, not to mention that the blue police box was smoking. Mels was tempted to get closer, but didn't dare. She was about to turn and retreat when she stepped on a stick, the crack sounding like a gunshot in the silence. Instantly the man whirled around and caught sight of Mels. Mels cringed when she felt his eyes on her. She was dead.

"Oi, what do you think you're doing here?" the strange man demanded, frowning disapprovingly at her. Mels turned slowly, smiling weakly at him.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to spy." she apologized profusely, blushing bright red. "I just heard you from the street and..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say. The man shook his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.

"That wasn't a wise thing to do. Didn't your mother warn you about talking to strangers?" he inquired with the tiniest smile. Mels started to relax a teensy bit and shrugged.

"My mother always said that a stranger can be the greatest person you ever meet." she said softly, pushing her deep brownish red hair out of her blue eyes. The man looked curious at this and crossed his arms, looking at her like she was some sort of sideshow spectacle.

"What's your name?" he asked after nearly five minutes of silence. Mels arched her brow, looking a little surprised, but decided to answer. It wasn't like he could track her down with a name...

"People call me Mels. What's your name?" she shot back, mimicking his stance and crossing her arms. The man made a little 'ahh' sound as if he'd just realized something. He shook his head at her, uncrossing his arms and straightening his bow tie.

"Call me the Doctor." he said simply.

A/N: Kay, so that was my first Doctor Who fanfic! Please tell me what you think! Review, review review! Come on people! I need this *desperate scream*