Muhahaha, I'm starting to convert my non-whovian friends into watching Doctor Who, so they can know the pain and heartache of Fandoms. This have nothing to do with the story but I'm bored.
"BANH BANH BANH BANH!" Angela's head snapped up. Her alarm clock read 6:30 and she didn't want to get up. Normally she would have been well rested after her 8 hours of rest. But noooo. The Doctor had to come and bugger up all of her sleep. She only got two hours of sleep and it was the kind of deep sleep where as soon as your head hits the pillow, you're out. Like, you don't dream, you don't think, all you do is black out.
She slapped her clock so hard that it rolled onto the floor and she's pretty sure that she has to get a new clock now.
Angela rolled over and sighed. Her bedroom was getting brighter as the TARDIS tried to urge her from bed. Her deep purple sheets were twisted and bunched around her body. She sat up.
Her room was a mess. Just like her original human selves room and her bedroom in the Doctor's TARDIS. Her walls were Earth's sky blue and her ceiling is like a big window; but its not a window, it's more like a screen. It has galaxies and dwarf stars and a nebula all floating about in the drift darkness.
So whenever she laid down in her bed she would always look up and see the stars; just like she had always wanted to.
Apparently she wasn't moving fast enough for her TARDIS, so she turned up the lights all the way so that it was near blinding. "Alright! Alright!" She covered her head with her duvet and when the TARDIS blared a quick siren she tumbled out of bed.
It was alright she landed on her fluffy brown carpet. She almost fell back asleep again, but her TARDIS convinced her otherwise.
Angela picked herself up, off the floor, and stumbled over to her dresser. She hasn't been this tiered since Jack took her out that one night, and they both didn't remember what happened.
When she reached inside of the top drawer she pulled at random. It was a fitted orange tee with 'Warning: Explosive Teenager' printed on it.
She wouldn't even be picking out clothes if the TARDIS didn't remind her. But she was just in her knickers and bra at the moment so she decide to go with clothing. Then she went to the next drawer. Once again she picked at random and withdrew gray sweatpants, she suddenly forgot about the pizza sauce stains on the lap of her sweats. She lazily threw them on and forgot about her hair and makeup.
She stepped from her bedroom to the hallway and walked to the console room. The TARDIS purposely turned her lights up to try to make her get to her senses. Angela squinted at the bright light and grabbed her book bag from one of the chairs and staggered out of her TARDIS and into the busy school hallway.
When she got to her locker she had dropped her bag twice and tripped over her own feet a couple times. The lockers were divided into two, so they weren't long and skinny, they were short and wide.
But if you had a bottom locker you didn't have much access to it, since you have to fight off herds of people and if you did you would get trampled. She rolled the combination nob and opened her locker, then her head fell straight into her locker and landed on the bottom with a bang. Somebody must had heard because there was a tap on her shoulder and someone cleared their throat.
She grunted into the steel, not having the energy to lift her head up and make social contact with a human.
"Ange?" The person rested their hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Phm uold ui esk fhat?" (Why would you ask that?) She knew Jace's voice anywhere.
"Uh, because you're not wearing any shoes." This brought her head out of her locker to stare at her feet. She was indeed not wearing any shoes, just her yellow and blue polka-dotted socks.
"Ah, shit." She looked up at Jace.
He looked at her surprisingly. "Whoa." He backed up from her and with his hands up. "Were you out drinking last night?"
"Not this time, no." She turned back to her locker and grabbed her trig book. The heaviness of the book weighed her arms down.
"Then why do you look like you haven't slept for a week?" She turned back to him.
"Because I haven't."
"Ha." He shoved her shoulder a bit. "You're hysterical, you. Come on, tell me why you haven't slept."
"Ex boyfriend wouldn't stop bothering me last night."
"Oh, I see." Jace pretended to understand. He really hasn't been given an inside look into her life. He really does care that much, but after a while it becomes suspicious.
"Yeah, he wouldn't stop... calling... me." She paused for her excuse. Normally her brain would have spit out the false words automatically but since she was operating at a slower rate than usual she couldn't think straight.
The two minute warning bell rang and Jace bid her an ado and ran off to his ceramics class. She lazily made her way down to her class and as soon as her foot entered the room the final bell rang. Technically she wasn't tardy, but Mrs. Griffin gave her a stink eye as she made her way towards her desk. Everyone else was already seated, they were smart enough not to be late.
She plumped down into her seat, not caring about the noise she made. She placed her book in front of her and sat there for a moment, but then her head went 'smack' on the cover of her book.
Her forehead throbbed from the sudden blow as the soft 'Ding ding ding' rang over the school's intercom.
"Good morning staff and students! Happy Monday!"
"What's so happy about Mondays?" Angela mumbled into her book cover as Nicole over to her right bounced with excitement. Nicole was
the type person on Monday mornings where they where so energetic that you just wanted to punch them in the face and scream 'CALM DOWN!'.
"Today is October 27th, 2014. Please stand for the pledge of allegiance."
Everyone's desks creaked as they stood up and faced the star spangled banner... except for Angela. "Ppst." Melody poked her from behind with two fingers. "Get up." She hissed.
Angela groaned and stood up... In the wrong direction. Melody quickly grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face the flag at the front of the class room.
"I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation, under god, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." They all said in sync and sat down. ('Merica)
But once again Melody had to grab a hold of Anglea's shoulders and press her into her seat.
Mrs. Griffin glared at the pair and Melody just smiled sweetly as Angela's hands were holding up her head, for support.
"Attention! Attention! All students and staff that have been selected for our wristband tradition. You will be given your theme today!Teachers you have already revived them in your mailbox along with your wristbands! And students will be given theirs sometime during this hour, and delivered by our student workers! Please don't reveal your color or theme to anyone, we want to keep this a secret from your partner."
Students had to be voted to get these top ten choices. How and why was Angela voted one of the lucky students? She had no idea.
So basically there's ten colors. Red, orange, yellow, green, teal, blue, purple, pink, white, and black. One teacher gets a color and a theme and another student will get the exact same color and theme.
And the themes are normally like. Cowboys, or Vampires, or something like that. And you have to base your outfit on the theme otherwise you lose your change to become the king and queen. Yes, teachers are included in this. And Angela has no idea why, since she has only been here a year and that the American culture still confused her.
"Reminder to all seniors and juniors: Putting toilet paper on Mr. Kemmer's door was not funny. Nor was spraying ten cans of Axe in his room. Even though you did that last year we can still smell it." Some of the upperclassmen shared snickers with each other and sly glances.
They had already planned out this years Halloween prank. And Angela thought that it was quite clever this time around. "Also, if you want to try out for the swim team sign up sheets are located at the Youth Booth. Have a good day Bear Creek the choice is yours!"
Mrs. Griffin stood up from her chair and grabbed a piece of chalk and turned to her green board. She was the only teacher in the whole school who didn't have a Smart Board. The only technology she ever uses is the telephone to call the office and the overhead projector.
She still makes students carry down a hand written attendance sheet. "Alright, now continuing on Law of tangents..." Angela zones out and only focused on the small fly buzzing around the room trying to lead its way outside.
She watched as it ran into the glass window thinking that it was the way out. But when it crashed a bit too hard into the window it fell to the ground. She thought that it was dead. But a couple seconds later the fly picked itself up and continued.
She thought as if the fly resembled the Doctor.
He just keeps picking himself up no matter what she throws at him. Angela was the glass, she kept denying him access to get through to her, she was also transparent. But on the other side was something beautiful. It was the love that Rose had for him, trapped in her mind.
But he can never know.
Why?
Because he can't that's why.
But the fly eventually gave up and zizzed across the room. Then just between her and the person sitting in front of her the fly seemed to stopped in mid air and dropped onto her desk.
Dead.
But the Doctor wasn't dead, or was he going to keep trying to find her until he dies? She hopes for neither.