~Sorry for the long wait! I've been trying to decide on how exactly this story was going to go, and I had homework and my family's getting ready to move, and I know it's really short, but I will definitely update sooner this time.~
The Doctor couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that the TARDIS had detected Timelord DNA. He could hear his two hearts beating furiously. He thought in his head: Is it Koschei? He almost didn't want to believe it, in case if he was disappointed.
The TARDIS had landed, with its amazing wheezing noise. He purposely left the brakes on, just to hear it. It was one of his favorite sounds in all of time and space. He rushed outside, excited, despite himself. The last time he met the Master, he had had a thing about eating people. The Doctor knew he shouldn't hope to find someone who causes so much violence. But, I mean, he's the last one, besides me! It's okay if I feel happy, right? He wasn't sure.
He looked around, and saw a middle school across the street. The parking lot was empty; it was clearly the weekend. Why would the Master be at a school? He thought. Oh, well. I'd just have to wait, and see if anything interesting happens. It doesn't seem like anything interesting is going to happen in this little place, but… how did that saying go? Good things go to the people who wait? Something like that. He trudged back into the TARDIS. The school. It's got something to do with The Master. Maybe he's become a teacher! The Doctor exclaimed in his head. I need to be a teacher. He resolved. But how to become a teacher?
He began making a plan.
I fiddled with my pocket watch. For the millionth time, I tried to open it. No luck. Again, I looked at the crevice where the clock is supposed to open. Nothing. I took a deep breath. I was going to get this watch open.
I went to the kitchen and rummaged through the junk drawer. I pulled out a small screw driver and tried to pry open the watch. My screwdriver slipped and stabbed me in the hand. "Ah!" That hurt. But the damage wasn't too bad, so I tried again. The screwdriver slid inside the pocket watch about a millimeter. I got excited. I delved even further, and then the screwdriver got really hot. I gritted my teeth and pressed on, and then the screwdriver got really, really hot. It started to burn. A lot. I let go immediately, nursing my burnt hand. I walked over to the freezer and picked up and ice cube, trying not to cry with disappointment. But, really, what was I expecting?
~Yeah, it's pretty short. But I know what I'm going to do now, so I can update sooner this time. So, review, favorite, and follow, and I will hopefully be back in a week or so. :D~
