"Amelia Pond, ye goin' to be late, agin!" an Irish-accented voice yelled from the kitchen.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! No need to shout!" another feminine voice replied (with a Scottish-accent) from inside a room. The door knob turned rapidly and the door swung open. A red-headed beauty stepped out in a long red pullover two sizes too big, black tights, and worn-out black converse. She ran down the old, wooden stairs, accompanied by a brown satchel slung carelessly over her shoulder. Ignoring the creaks with every step, she met the owner of the persistent voice.

An old lady was bustling around the kitchen, back toward the newcomer who was standing near the open door. Pots clanged and water gushed from a silver sink. The sound of a toaster seemed to remind the elder of her duty. She turned around surprisingly fast for her age, a slightly burnt toast in hand, and shoved it at the girl.

"Hurry on then. And don' forgit to wait fer Rory, deary."

"Of course not, Mrs. O'Brian." the girl responded sincerely. She took the toast from the old lady's hand and kissed her forehead goodbye. Running to the door, she waved over her shoulder before hurriedly exiting her adoptive mother's home.

Jumping over the porch steps, she ran down the street.

Undisturbed homes passed by in a rush as the girl named Amelia sprinted toward her best friend's house. Finally she arrived at a pastel colored apartment. Rushing to the oak door she rang the doorbell frantically.

"I'll be down in a minute!" she heard an annoyed voice shout over the whirr of a blender.

"We don't HAVE a minute, Rory! Now hurry up and get down here! We're going to be late!"

An audible sigh could be heard. The blender had stopped.

"I heard that!"

"Fine, I'm coming down!"

Footsteps neared the door and she could hear him say bye to his mother, who'd probably just repeated the farewell because she was far too "busy" with her computer. Honestly, she couldn't stand Rory's mother sometimes especially that time. Amy subconsciously made her hand into a fist at the memory.

It'd been last week when the school had hosted an outdoor football game. Everyone in the neighborhood had been invited. The school's football team was going against another school's team. Rory, being on the team, had invited both of them to sit at the front seats of the outdoor bleachers. Mrs. O'Brian had been sick with the flu that day but she'd insisted on going besides Amy's protests to stay in the house. Rory's own mother on the other hand had sent a text to him saying she had to attend a very important meeting for her job. The expression on Rory's face when he'd first read it had almost brought her to tears. Mrs. O'Brian had invited him to eat ice-cream with them when the event ended. He'd happily accepted, his frown turning into smile.

Amy's clenched hand relaxed at the wonderful night they'd shared. She stared at the ground, deep in thought, unaware that the door had opened and someone was standing in front of her.

"Earth to Amy, are you still with us? Aren't we late to school?"

Rory's voice pulled her from her reverie. With a gasp, she checked her gold watch located on her left, creamy white wrist. She turned to him, panic written all over her face. He should've expected what came next. With a mighty jerk, she pulled on his hand indicating for him to run with her. Rubbing his sore shoulder, he followed but felt eyes staring at him. He turned to a cemetery just across the road. He thought he saw a shadow. Shaking his head, he jogged over to his best friend's running form.

Luckily, the school was only a few blocks from Rory's house.

2 minutes later, they arrived, panting and absolutely drained (actually Amy was the one who was tired. Rory had to be in good shape, after all, to be on the football team), at the institute. White walls and empty hallways greeted them. They both groaned at the same time. The students were already inside the classrooms, meaning they had to make a grand entrance AND receive an overly long and boring lecture from their teacher in front of all their classmates. They looked at each other, both with the same question in their eyes.

Should we skip?

That is, until their homeroom teacher happened to open the door right next to them angrily, hands crossed over his chest. Clearly the universal sign of "you're in deep trouble."

That was how they found themselves in the principal's office for arriving late to class. Their principal, Mr. Greenfield, was seated lazily on an enormous rolling chair opposite them, a large desk the only thing between the two best friends and the principal's wrath. At that moment Amy felt like kissing the desk at the sight of her headmaster's anger barely contained. A single, rather large vein throbbed on his forehead. Atop his head was one slipping chocolate, brown wig.

"Which one of you might like to explain to me why you're late?" he asked icily. A fake smile appeared on his round face red with anger. He started to explain the student's code of conduct to them, his voice droning on and on. Both students felt themselves zone out. Suddenly, he stopped and Rory was the first to take notice of a question being asked.

He looks like a red tomato about to pop, she thought to herself mentally giggling at the image clearly oblivious to Rory's attempts to signal her to take charge.

"Well?"

She felt a small pain on her shin and she realized Rory had kicked her. Now he had her attention. She stood up and turned to him.

"Oi! Don't kick me! Or I might kick you back…" she said the ending with a flirtatious wink. Rory reddened and looked away.

"Mrs. Pond!" the principal yelled.

Finally noticing him, Amy turned in his direction and shouted back sarcastically, although not as loud.

"Mr. Greenfield!"

"That is it! Mrs. Pond, you are expelled!"

Amy widened her eyes and Rory's head whipped around. They stared in disbelief.

Still red from anger, the headmaster continued.

"Until you right me an essay –"Amy groaned but silenced at the look he gave her "- three – no! Four pages long apologizing for being late and behaving rudely in my office, I will not let you onto school grounds and you will not be able to get your credits by the end of the semester!" he shot at her pronouncing "semester" as "semestah" out of fury. He turned to Rory, who almost flinched in dread.

"And as for you, Rory Williams, you are suspended for three days. You're schoolwork will be sent to you by mail. I expected it to be here when you get back."

Rory stared at him for a few seconds in shock before replying, "yes, sir", defeated.

Amy glared at the man in anger before smiling devilishly. No one messed with her friends.

"Mr. Greenfield, you're missing a little hair, here." She pointed at a small area on his head. He looked up, alarmed, and did not notice Amy nearing his desk until it was too late. In one swift swipe she grabbed his wig and threw it across the room. She ran around the desk, took Rory's hand in hers, and darted out of the room, all the while giggling loudly.

"POND!" the headmaster shouted after her in sheer rage.

Together, they ran down the halls, their footsteps echoing along each corridor. Their laughter could be faintly heard from inside every classroom.

Inside a classroom, a dark girl was cupping her cheek with her hand lazily. Seeing the couple outside, she turned her chocolate brown eyes in their direction. Her mood perked up when she saw a figure hiding behind a bush most likely from the couple but why? He was holding something in his right hand that glowed green for several seconds but abruptly cut off. She squinted at the window, couldn't these janitors at least clean for once? Her eyes widened when the figure turned his face. He hurried and followed the couple. The girl couldn't help but feel attracted to this mystery boy. Who was he? She smiled a charming smile and her eyes twinkled in determination. Finally something interesting...

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