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What Sharp Teeth You Have

Amelia sat, glaring at her hands through the curtain of ginger hair that fell in front of her face. The Doctor was supposed to have made her life better, but it seemed that the memory of him only made it worse. Those memories were the reason Amelia had to wait for her aunt in this freezing hallway; the reason she had to sit in this hard chair; the reason today was so absolutely dreadful.

The previous hour's events replayed in her mind. All of this started in art class, when her teacher, Mrs. Cole, had to leave school because of some family emergency. Her substitute was due any moment, but for ten minutes the students were unattended. It retrospect, Amelia supposed that ten minutes was really no time at all. Unfortunately, it was enough for Sarah Grey to cause trouble.

Being a bully, Sarah Grey took it upon herself to find the smallest, seemingly insignificant details about people and mock them mercilessly for it; Amelia became a prime target the day she returned to school after meeting the Doctor. Upon her arrival, she only told her closest friends. Somehow, though, by end of the day word of the Raggedy Doctor had spread around what appeared to be the entire student body. Kids already began to call her mad, Sarah included, but the next morning things worsened. Instead of mad, Amelia was now Insane Amelia and Psychotic Pond. Choosing to ignore these remarks, Amelia continued believing in the Doctor and her experiences with him. She would not let the stupid words and stupid girls bother her. She never faltered.

Today in art, however, that changed. While Mrs. Cole was gone, the children had been given an assignment to draw their favorite memory. Amelia decided on drawing the part of her night with the Doctor that took place in her kitchen. Working diligently, she did not socialize as many of the other students did; since the discovery of the source of the spread of Amelia's secret, she and her friends grew apart. Keeping to herself hardly helped Amelia as far Sarah Grey went. Almost as soon as the teacher exited the classroom Sarah swooped down on her.

"What are you drawing there?" she asked the Scottish girl condescendingly, "Is that your Doctor?" Sarah pointed to him in the picture and laughed in a wholly unappealing way.

Amelia continued drawing, doing her best to block the bothersome bully out. She had done this before, why would this time be any different?

"Still waiting for him are you?" Sarah pressed.

Internally, Amelia flinched. Although the Doctor still had not come, a tiny inkling of hope lingered somewhere in the back of her mind.

Her eyes remained on her work.

"He's never coming back." Sarah whispered, leaning towards Amelia, "He's left you all alone. Poor little Amelia Pond. No mum, no dad, no Doctor."

Anger flared deep inside Amelia. Before she could even recognize what she was doing, Amelia shoved Sarah onto the floor. Sarah looked up in pure fury. Raising herself slowly, she muttered, "You've done it now Psychotic Pond." Sarah raced towards Amelia and threw the both of them to the ground. A confusing blur of kicking, punching, and hair-pulling occurred. Immediately realizing she had to end this, Amelia selected her most effective mode of self-protection: biting.

"OW!" screamed Sarah in piercing tone. At that very second the substitute teacher entered the room.

"What is going on?" the teacher yelled crossly.

"Amelia Pond bit me!" Sarah cried, putting on a façade of tears.

"Both of you, Headmaster's office NOW!" the teacher commanded

The girls were escorted to the office, where Sarah's parents and Aunt Sharon were called. Mrs. Grey arrived first with annoyance coloring her features. Headmaster Green decided to see each student alone, so Amelia was told to sit in on of the chairs outside. Sarah and her mother spoke with the headmaster for twenty minutes. As the two left, Sarah wore a smug eerily similar to the crack in Amelia's wall. Dread filled her; this did not bode well for Amelia.

Amelia sat, dwelling on the day's events for another half-hour until the familiar clacking of Aunt Sharon's high heels filled the hall. Peeking through her hair, she saw an expression of utter disappointment across Sharon's face. Her dark hair was pulled up in a high bun which made her appear more severe than usual. Amelia felt almost scared at her approach.

"I am not happy about this." said Sharon flatly. Opening the door the headmaster's office, she gestured for Amelia to enter first. Swallowing her anxiety, Amelia stood up and strode in. Headmaster Green was an older gentleman, the type that always wore a waistcoat. While he wasn't the strictest man in the world, he had a certain tolerance level and as soon as Amelia saw him, she knew she had passed it. Sitting quietly in one of the chairs in front the headmaster's desk, Amelia awaited her punishment.

"As I informed you earlier Miss Pond, Amelia got into a fight with another girl at school today….."

His voice faded away; Amelia knew how this sort of thing went. There was no need for her to pay attention. Either way, she began to feel a bit numb, her mind once again returning to Sarah's words.

"Poor little Amelia Pond. No mum, no dad, no Doctor."

No mum, no dad, no Doctor…..All Amelia had were Aunt Sharon and a horrible crack in her wall….

"Amelia will be suspended from school for tomorrow." She heard Headmaster Green say.

"Will that be enough?" Sharon inquired.

"You and I both know that Amelia is not a bad child. I've heard that the girl she was fighting with, Sarah Grey, has been very rude to her. Teasing her about some doctor. I feel that one day will is sufficient."

"Of course sir."

Both aunt and niece were silent as they left the school and on the entire ride home. Amelia struggled to find a way to apologize the entire time, but the words wouldn't come. In the weeks since Amelia's first meeting with the Doctor, her relationship with Aunt Sharon had grown more strained. It became harder to talk. As they pulled into the driveway, she finally formulated an apology.

"Aunt Sharon -" Amelia began hesitantly, following her into the house.

"Don't. I know." Sharon cut her off. After placing her purse on the table in the foyer, she made her way to the living room and collapsed into the couch. Amelia trailed behind her.

"No, really I.."

"Amelia, please." Sharon sat up and stared at her seven year old niece. "I love you but sometimes….It doesn't matter." Her tone suddenly got brighter. "I'm going to have to stay home with you tomorrow."

"Why?" Amelia asked. "I can be by myself."

"I know that, but I've got a friend coming over."

"A friend?"

"Yes, and she wants to talk to you about the Doctor."

"Why?" Amelia was getting suspicious. Aunt Sharon didn't answer. She had already left the room and gone upstairs.

"Aunt Sharon?" she called. "Why does your friend care about the Doctor?"

Nothing.

The morning of her suspension Amelia woke up at 6:30, ready to go to school. That is, until she remembered the drama of the previous day. Despite all that, Amelia resumed her normal morning routine. During breakfast, Aunt Sharon informed her that she was confined to her bedroom for the day and that the only time she was allowed outside of it was for the friend's visit.

"Yes ma'am" Amelia replied in a monotone upon hearing the news. She didn't particularly mind; though her room wasn't the most exciting place in the world, at least she could avoid her aunt for a majority of the day. Aunt Sharon may have been somewhat forgiving the night before, but Amelia still couldn't help but feel guilty.

So, as she had been instructed, Amelia stayed in her room, doing whatever she could to fill her time. Around 1 o'clock she heard her aunt call, "Amelia. Come here."

Sighing, Amelia threw down the book she had been reading, Pandora's Box, and trudged downstairs. In the kitchen Sharon sat at the table with who Amelia only assumed was the friend she mention the previous night. The friend was a petite blond woman with kind eyes and an easy smile. While this sort of appearance would usually reassure someone, Amelia instantly went on full alert. Something was wrong here.

"Hello Amelia," the smiling woman greeted, "I'm Dr. Katherine Miller."

"Doctor?" Amelia repeated, one eyebrow raised. She glanced skeptically at Aunt Sharon.

"Yes, I'm a doctor" Dr. Miller nodded.

"I told you about her yesterday, Amelia," Aunt Sharon interjected. "She wants to talk to you about the Doctor."

"Exactly," said Dr. Miller, still smiling, "I'm very curious about him. Why don't you sit down?"

Amelia chose a chair by Aunt Sharon and sat down tentatively. As soon as she sat, Aunt Sharon stood up.

"I'll leave you to alone." Sharon quickly paced out of the kitchen into the living room across the hall.

"So tell me, who is this Doctor?" Dr. Miller asked once Sharon left.

"He's a man who travels around in a blue police box. And the box can disappear." explained Amelia slowly. "And he promised he's coming back for me."

"Really?" inquired Dr. Miller, "When?"

"Five minutes after he came.."

"Did he?"

"No."

"And you got into a fight at school yesterday because of this Doctor and his promise? He doesn't seem to be the nicest friend"

"Yes, but-"

"Amelia," Dr. Miller began gently, "There are no buts. Your imaginary friend is causing you to fight at school. Your aunt is getting really worried. I know how much you want the Doctor to exist, but the truth is he doesn't. He lives in your mind."

"Aunt Sharon told you to do this?" Amelia's voice wavered.

"Yes, she loves you, and she needs you to realize that the Doctor isn't-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Amelia jumped up in an attempt to get as far away as possible from her aunt's so called friend. Apparently, Dr. Miller had experience in running patients; before Amelia knew it Dr. Miller grasped her tightly, restrained her

"Why won't anyone believe me?" Amelia screamed, close to tears. "He's real. I know he is."

"Amelia, calm down!" Dr. Miller ordered, grabbing her forcefully. Frustration and rage burned through Amelia, even the slightest bit of fear. Her instincts acted automatically ahead of logic.

Amelia felt terrible about having to do this again, but it was her best defense.

Finding Dr. Miller's arm, she bit down.

Hard.

A/N: Okay, yes, I know. That took forever to get up! The next one will(hopefully) be up by Tuesday. Review please!