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Amelia had to go to her first day of school the next day. She didn't see how she could, when she knew that the Doctor would be returning. What if he comes back during school? She thought. But Aunt Sharon would hear nothing of it. No matter how much Amelia tried to convince her, Aunt Sharon would not believe her.
My real mum would have believed me, she thought. She would have let me stay home to wait for him.
But it was no use. Her aunt wanted her to go to school. "You need to have them be social at this age, you know?" she said to one of her many annoying friends on the phone. "Yes, you're completely right." She smiled, then her smile wavered a bit. "Oh really?" she said, sneaking a glance over at Amelia. "What's the name? Ohh, really? Here, lemme write this down…" she walked towards her pad of paper that she kept on the desk. Amelia looked at the clock, and saw that it was time for her to go.
"Okay, Auntie!" she said loudly, trying to get her Aunt's attention. "I'm going! Right now!"
Her aunt paid her no mind, still chattering with her friend on the telephone, and writing something down on her paper pad. Amelia gave up, and simply walked out of the door.
She looked at the ruined shed, wishing that the blue box could be sitting there, with her Doctor standing in the doorway, inviting her to come travel through time with him in his magic machine. But she looked again, and all that she could see was the shed, just as mangled and broken as it had been before, and the box was nowhere to be seen.
She wasn't really sure where her bus stop was, but soon she came across a spot in the road where some kids that appeared to be about her age were standing. She watched, and saw the blond boy that she had met yesterday arrive. She also recognized some of the boys from the treehouse, who had been mean to her for being a girl.
The blond boy was standing by the side, covering his face with his lunchbox and facing away from the boys, who laughed and jeered. She walked up to him, and, in one short moment, made her decision. She went up to the blond boy, the only one who had been nice to her the day before.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, a little haltingly.
The boy uncovered his face slowly, as if he were scared that she was going to hit him.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, glancing over at the boys, who were staring at Amelia with looks of confusion on their faces. For a while, no one said anything. Then, the bus came rolling in, and its breaks squealed as it sputtered to a stop in front of the group of kids.
Walking aboard the bus, Amelia knew that she was probably letting go of a chance to find the Doctor, but she knew that she had no choice. Besides, the doctor was going to wait for her. She knew it. He at least needed to return her the apple that she had given her- the one with the face on it. It was one of the few things that she had left of her mother, and even a silly, mad man like the Doctor would know to bring it back to her.
She walked on to the bus, and was immediately faced with a problem: she had no idea where to sit. The bus was full of children, and she didn't recognize a single one of the faces that she saw, the faces that seemed to all be staring at her expectantly.
The year five kids looked at her from the very back of the bus. One of them said something, and the others laughed, their eyes still trained on Amelia. She looked for an empty seat, but there wasn't one.
She looked to where the blond boy, Rory, was sitting. He was at the edge of the seat, staring out the window. She sat down next to him. "Hi," she said. "I'm sorry about the treehouse boys back there,"
Rory turned around, with another surprised look on his face. "No," he said, blushing a bit. "It's okay. They're not that bad when you get to know them."
Amelia was skeptical, but she let it go. Maybe, if she made a new friend, then she could have someone her age travelling with her and the Doctor.
"Do you want to be friends?" she blurted out, not even thinking about what she was saying.
Rory looked at her again, his eyes wide. He almost looked afraid. What reason is there, Amelia thought, to be afraid of making a new friend?
That's chapter 7! Please review, I'd really like to know how I'm doing so far on this story, since it's the first one that I've written. Thank you for reading!
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