Lucy's pov

I wake up to my alarm in my bedroom of the TARDIS and I try to go back to sleep so that I can postpone this school thing as long as I can. I lay here in my bed trying to fall asleep…..again. And what do you know!

"Lucy, Lucy time to get up!" he yells as he waltzes into my room because I didn't get up. Why does he seem so happy? He is about to see his daughter get bullied. I put my head in pillow.

"No." I say, pretending to be tired.

"I don't wanna get up."

"You have to! We have a big day at school today!" he says joyfully. I turn onto my side, facing away from him and pretend to snore. He knows I'm faking. Then he starts shaking me.

"Fine! I'm getting up!" I reluctantly say.

"And just in case you're lying…. I'm staying right here until you get up." Why is he so strong willed? It's annoying.

"I'm only getting up if you give me food." I playfully say.

"Is a banana okay?" he asks. "Yeah, I like bananas, bananas are cool." I tell him. He opens the door,

"Ladies first."

"Hankou Sir Doctor." I say with a phony British accent. We walk out the bedroom door together.

We get to the TARDIS kitchen and he gives me a banana. I peel it.

"So you want some bacon?" he asks me.

"sure." I tell him. I hear the bacon sizzling. It smells amazing like, well, bacon! Wait, do I smell something burning?

"Anaiah!" I hear him yell from the kitchen. That's my cue. I run to the stove, leaving my banana on the table. He caught the bacon on fire, lovely.

"What the hell did you do?" I ask him.

"Language!" he says. And then the smoke alarms start going off.

"Yeeeea letting me turn those dials was a bad idea." I looked and he had the stove on high.

"Dad! You don't put the stove on high!" I turn off the stove.

"Go get the fire extinguisher!" he runs to the cabinet and sprays the fire extinguisher right at me.

"Don't spray it at me! Spray it at the stove! You're the dumbest genius ever!"

"Lucy! Your hair was on fire and it still is! Now turn around!" he yells to me over the chaos. I turn away from the stove and this time he actually puts out the fire in my hair. I then get a stool so that I can turn off the smoke alarm. I hit the button to turn it off. The doctor puts the frying pan in the sink. Now we get to clean the kitchen. I get us rags. I would do something about my hair but we have a bigger problem that we are trying to fix.

After we clean the kitchen I have to worry about my hair. I look at it and feel it. The shortest section is at my shoulders.

"Hey umm dad, do you have any scissors?" I ask him, I mean I need to just cut it all off. It is all burnt off unevenly.

"For what?" he asks me with a searching gaze.

"Adjustments?" I'm guessing that's what I should say.

"What! No! I like your hair long! Here." He says as his hand starts to glow.

"No dad! No! It's just hair, it'll grow back." I say as he moves closer. Then I push him toward the counter top.

"Fine! Do what you want!" he says in a kind of disappointed tone. He reaches into his jacket, probably finding some scissors.

"Well, I got a sonic, a burnt out sonic, a banana, what the hell?" he says as he proceeds to pull random items out of his pockets.

"Here are some safety scissors." He says.

"Is that all you have?" I ask him.

"I think so." He answers.

I get to my bathroom and I am so nervous so I start by doing the thing where you pull your hair into a ponytail at the length you want. My ponytail is right below my shoulders. I lift the scissors and start to cut my hair. Chop! The last lock is gone and now I have this long ponytail in my hands. I put it in the sink. Now I just make it even. Next I decide I need something to frame my face so I give start giving myself side bangs by angling the scissors downward and cutting. I do the same on the other side. After I finish all the touchups, the cut ends up being a is to my shoulders I'm really nervous that dad won't like it because he was obviously opposed to the whole idea. Maybe if I change clothes and put on makeup he won't focus on it as much, I also need to get ready for school. I walk down the hall to the TARDIS dressing room and pick out some skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. I also put on my combat boots. Makeup time! I'm going to keep it simple so I just put on mascara, concealer, and for the finishing touch a light coat of dark red lipstick. Then I walk out of the bathroom door.

Doctor's POV

"Dad, do you have any scissors?" Lucy asks me. I she about to cut her awesome hair. I know, she gets it from me. That's why she can't cut it off.

"What for?" I give her a searching gaze because I know exactly what she is asking.

"Adjustments?" she says and I can tell she is covering up the real thing she is asking.

"What! No! I like your hair long!" my hands start to glow as I get ready to regenerate her hairs

"No! Dad! No! It's just hair it'll grow back!" She just pushed me into the counter! Should I like, scold her. Nah!

"Fine! Do what you want!" I say bitterly. I then reach into my jacket to find some scissors.
"Well, I got a sonic, a burnt out sonic, a banana, what the hell?" I continue to grab random objects.
"Here are some safety scissors." I say.

"Is that all you got? "She asks.

"I think so." I reply. Then Lucy goes to the bathroom to start on her hair. I don't know how I feel about this. Then I proceed to my room to start worrying about what she might do. I lay on my bed.

An hour later she walks into my room. She is already dressed and ready for school! Before me! The one who absolutely refused to get is the first one dressed. Wow, that's surprising. She is wearing skinny jeans, combat boots and a black t shirt. Is she wearing makeup? Well I guess that's okay, maybe. Now her hair actually looks good. It is to her shoulders and it is just a simple bob. She makes it work.

"Um hi dad, are clearly you're not ready to see me get hurt." Now that she says she is about to get hurt I'm a little scared to go to this school. I can't believe I, the oncoming storm is scared to go to some middle school. Man up! Or, dad up. I don't really know.

"Your hair actually looks good." I say.

"Actually?" she playfully says.

"Yeah, I didn't know what you were going to do!" I tell her. She leaves and I get ready for school.