Here's the 7th chapter. Enjoy! :D
"Where have you two been?" was the welcome that Melody and Arthur had gotten as soon as they had showed up to lunch.
"Talking to Mr. Smith." Arthur sat next to Angela who was sitting by Melody.
"About what?" Jace asked them.
"About... our-" Arthur looked like he was looking for an answer that was not there.
"-grades." Melody finished her brother's sentence for him.
Angela looked skeptical then she hinted, "Grades or names?"
Melody looked confused, "What?"
Angela looked up from her salad, "What?"
They stared at each other for a minute or two until Jace piped up with, "Okay, stop talking to each other telepathically and just tell me how attractive I am."
Melody scoffed and Angela threw a crouton at him.
Jace held up his hands in defense, "Don't waste your precious food on me. Besides, you don't even eat your food. What's up with that?"
"What do you mean I don't eat food?" Angela pretended to be offended.
"I've never seen you eat more than three bits of your salad everyday."
Melody and Arthur's eyes grew wide and she knew what they were thinking.
But Angela quickly said, "I eat a big breakfast." but the truth was she didn't eat breakfast, and she doesn't like to eat everyday, it's too much; but apparently not to humans.
Melody and Arthur nodded their heads, they had eaten up her lie.
They finished the rest of their lunch with conversations about things that Angela didn't care about. Like the new teacher, and the soon coming up dance.
They walked back to their classes and finished what they had started before their food recess.
Mr. Smith was going on about Shakespeare but whatever he said Angela already knew, so naturally, she ignored his lecture.
She re-opened her doodling notebook that she closed just before lunch. She drew the beautiful language that she loved so much, but they were often just circles within circles to others.
She could hear Mr. Smith clearing his throat behind her. Her head rose slowly to turn and look at him.
He eyed her suspiciously and then said, "I'll see you after class." and turned around.
She smiled and replied, "Looking forward to it."
"What?" he whipped back at her.
"What?" she parroted. The 'What, What' thing was sorta Angela signature phrase, she liked to confuse people.
Then he continued to talk about Shakespeare for the rest of the class until the bell rang. Angela made her way to his desk while the rest of the class was clearing out.
He looked up at her, "What were you doing in your notebook?"
"Drawing." she simply said.
"So drawing is more important than my class?"
"Not necessarily. It was just what ever came out of your mouth I already knew."
He squinted at her, "Then we will see how much you know of Charles Dickens tomorrow." he pull something from his coat and dropped it in a coffee cup full of pencils. It was his sonic screwdriver.
Angela started to walk away as she murdered, "Already meet him."
Mr. Smiths head flew up, "What?"
She turned around, "What?" she replied.
But he just stared at her as she smiled widely and then walked out of the classroom.
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Angela was at her locker and it was the end of the day. Jace ran up to her and stopped by her locker door.
"So, excited for newspaper tonight with Mr. Smith?" he asked.
"Why would I be excited. I don't even like the guy." But maybe she did. Ever since she regenerated she was having different feelings towards the Doctor. Because in her mind she was trying to reason with herself. Maybe it wasn't his fault, he didn't notice it because maybe he was just to happy that she was back. She often thought about him in that sort of way.
"Every girl in this whole school is talking about him. I even heard Mrs. Prat talking about how young and handsome he is."
She made a face, "But he isn't even that young."
"Do you mean you don't like him because he is too old?"
"You never know. He could be a 1000 year old alien from outer space."
"Yeah right." he started to walk away. Jace was in newspaper too. He was the editor, but sometimes he enjoyed it a little to much.
Like when it was the beginning of the school year and he photo-shopped Mr. Peirson's hair to look like a hawk. But the problem was it was on the front page, and it was a congratulations to his 20 years being at this school.
Angela moseyed along down the hallway to room 132.
She put her bag on her desk and went to go get a computer, then she sat down next to Jace; who was already working.
When she opened up her document she looked around to find Mr. Smith. And when she did she couldn't believe her eyes.
Kailey Howell was at it again, fluttering her eyelashes at the unaware teacher.
Angela sighed a bit too angry then turned back to her computer screen.
"Why are you even mad?" Jace turned to her.
"Why would you imply that I'm mad?"
"Well, the fact that you're typing the same thing over and over again is a bit hard to dismiss."
Angela looked at the document and saw that she typed the same word over 20 times. The word 'Fake' appeared on her screen, "Oh." she quickly backspaced all the words.
"Someone's a bit on edge." Jace commented.
Angela ignored him until the end of newspaper.
"You need a ride?" Jace asked her.
"Uh-" She looked around the empty classroom, "No, I think I'll walk."
Jace shrugged and left, leaving her alone with Mr. Smith.
She gathered her things together and walked over to his desk.
Then she noticed that the thing he put in the coffee cup was still there. She picked it up and started fiddling with it.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Mr. Smith looked up at her.
"Nothing, just admiring your little do-dads." She pressed the button to make it buzz.
"Stop that."
She continued to point it around the room, and when she pointed it to the printer it started printing pictures of roses. "Interesting." She then put it back in the mug.
"Who are you?" Mr. Smith asked.
"A fortune teller." Angela smiled. She wanted to drop little hints here and there about who she was; but she didn't want to tell him directly. Somehow she felt as if she wanted to be found.
"Really?" He squinted his eyes at her.
"Here, I'll show you." She sat on his desk and grabbed his hand. She was careful not to project her emotions too much. Otherwise he will feel her mind and then ask more questions. "You have a very long life line."
"Really?" He said as if it wasn't a question.
"Oh yes, thousands of years."
"Thousands?" He didn't quite believe what he was hearing.
"You're a traveler. But now your looking for something."
He tensed up a bit.
"Something that is lost. Or someone." She pretended to study his palm. "A woman. You love her, but she ran. You are a long way from home. You don't have a home."
He pulled away his hand. "How do you know that?"
"I'm a good palm reader." She jumped off his desk. "See ya tomorrow, John."
