A/N: So this is a follow-up to the last chapter, in a way. For those who wanted to see more Melody Williams and for those who didn't want Donna to cry.

It's a little sad, this is the first chapter who's number doesn't correspond to a Doctor's number. Yet. For y'all reading this in the future when Capaldi's gone (y'know, if this lasts that long), you can cheer now. For us here in 2014… can i fan cast Jordan Taylor of Messy Mondays? Will you not judge me? Or should I just pick somebody from "Fires of Pompeii"?

Disclaimer: I don't own the original Melody, but this is an alternate universe and I'm basically making up her personality so does that mean I own her? Either way, I do own Donna and the other OCs in this chapter. The song is by tobyMac.

This chapter includes mild playground violence. Heads up.

"What are you guys playing?" Donna asked.

"Oh, y'know, stuff," one of her, Lisa classmates answered.

Donna could feel that she wasn't welcome. She didn't know why she kept trying. Trying to squeeze into an already closed circle. But she felt like she needed to have a circle of some kind. "Can I play?"

"No," Gracie said. For someone named Grace, she sure had none. Donna didn't say that though.

"Are you sure?" Donna pressed hopelessly. She didn't want to be clingy, but, here she was again. Maybe today it will be different. Maybe today it will be different.

"We're sure," Cynthia affirmed. "Why don't you go do homework? That's what you do best."

"Okay," Donna walked away.

She sat on the wood border of the mulched playground. She had already done her homework. There was nothing to do and no one to do it with. Why did being a ten-year-old have to be so bloody hard? Couldn't they all just be friends? She set her backpack down and settled for building an arena by sticking pieces of mulch in the mud.

She only looked up when her brother sat down beside her. "Hi."

"Hi," he said, shrugging his backpack off and stretching. "Are they still not playing with you?"

"None of your business," she turned back to her mulch arena.

"Sure it is, I'm your brother," Jack said. "Wanna come play with my friends?"

"You and your hipsters?"

"Hey, they're not hipsters!" Jack stuck his tongue out.

"Who's over there?" Donna asked.

"Walter–"

"Hipster."

"Seamus–"

"Hipster."

"Fintan–"

"The self-proclaimed pessimist?"

"His sister Katie–"

"Hipster in denial."

"Lucy Wallis–"

"She's so hipster she doesn't even know it!"

"Would you stop that?" Jack punched her in the arm playfully.

"Stop what?" she laughed, feigning innocence.

A call of "Hey!" interrupted their giggling. A group of older boys had walked over. Donna got a bad feeling from the way that they smirked.

A blonde boy asked, "Are you those Tyler kids?"

Apparantly Jack had caught that bad feeling too. "Might be, who's asking?"

"That's them, I told you," another one, a dark-skinned boy with braces, said.

"That line never works," Jack muttered to his twin.

"You really think your dad's an alien?" the blonde boy laughed.

Jack scowled. "You calling me a liar?"

"Jack," Donna warned.

"Yeah, I think you made it all up," a dark-haired tall boy crossed his arms.

"I did not!" her brother stood up, indignant.

"Jack," Donna tugged on his sleeve urgently.

"I heard it right from his mouth, I did!" Jack insisted.

"Then he made it all up," the dark-haired boy stepped forward, away from his gang.

"You calling my dad a liar?" Jack was close to yelling now.

"That or a loon," the boy spat.

That's when Jack hit him.

"Jack!" Donna jumped up, but it was too late. Jack would have been too short to tech the kid's face, but as he was stood on the wood border of the mulch he was able to sock the older boy in the jaw.

"That was a mistake," the dark-haired boy growled, straightening up to his full height.

Jack realized he'd bitten off more than he could chew. But he put up his fists; he was going to go down fighting.

"Hey Bonehead Bill!"

Donna whirled around to see red-haired Melody Williams storming towards them.

"You! I'm talking to you!" Melody grabbed the dark haired boy by the jacket and held him at arm's length.

"What do you want?" The dark-haired boy, Bill, asked, trying to sound tough.

"You have to go home, don't you, Bill?" Melody said. "Don't want your mum to get worried and start calling the school, now do you? Cos that would be a shame, cos the line would be too busy for me to call her and tell her what you've been up to, Bonehead Bill."

"You wouldn't."

"I would. And if she didn't do anything I'd tan your hide. Now get," Melody practically threw him to the ground. She watched Bill follow his friends in the retreat, then turned to the Tyler twins. "Don't mind them. They're just a bunch of idiots in my grade. That one calls himself Billy Bones, like from Treasure Island. 'Cept he never read Treasure Island in his life, so I call him Bonehead Bill."

"Wow," Jack had been watching the scene with his jaw open wide.

"Yes, I know I'm brilliant, shut your mouth before something crawls in there and has babies," Melody patted his shoulder. "Grab your bags, I'm walking you two home."

"Our dad's coming to pick us up," Donna said.

"I'll wait here with you then," Melody sat down on the wood, shrugging off her backpack.

"I'm fine with that," Jack piped up.

"Okay," Donna nodded. Then she said, "And you're explaining this one to Dad, Jack."

"Aw man!"

A/N: So we find out that the Tylers had a hard time in school. Also some friends have been mentioned that will appear later, I promise. How did I do? Review review review! (ooh, we should write a song. A "Let it Go" parody. Please review, please review / I don't know if it sucks / Please review, please review / No new notes, that's just my luck! / I don't care if you think it's right / Bring the critics on / Not knowing will keep me up through the night. Oh yeah rocking the LIG.)