Rory Williams.

Rory Williams was used to getting teased. He was the smallest and youngest boy in his year. He had a big nose and a bad haircut. He wasn't very popular, in fact, he didn't really have any friends, other than Jeff, and that was only because he let Jeff copy him in numeracy. Nobody ever wanted to play with him, and nobody ever wanted to talk to him.

He got into class on time, as usual, and sat at his table. Students started to file in, bored and tired; Monday morning syndrome. No Amelia. Then he remembered she was six, so she would be in the class below. He leant his head on his hands miserably as Mr Hudgeson began to write sums on the board. Today was going to be boring.

Amelia Pond was late. So late, in fact, that she arrived at school just as morning break was beginning, meaning she had missed two lessons. Her aunt dragged her along the corridors to reception, where she signed in and was told that next lesson (history) she would be assigned a buddy to help her find her way around. She was then shepherded by an anxious Aunt Sharon to the playground where she was promptly left, rucksack in hand.

She stood out like a sore thumb, her vivacious hair attracted stares from all the other children. She scowled at them, they were all stupid. She wished she knew someone here. She glared at the group of girls on her left who were skipping rope, what a stupid game, she thought, I'd much rather play pirates or something cool. Girls are stupid.

She looked straight ahead and the group of boys who were running around kicking a football, I bet I can kick it harder than them, she thought. She imagined herself running over to the group of boys and stealing the ball and kicking it high into the air and over the fence.

She turned to her right, spotting Rory in the distance sitting on his own on a low brick wall. She began to make her way over to him; she shouted his name 'Rory!' he looked up. His face was a picture of shock and astonishment. She had almost reached him when one of the boys playing football turned to her,

'What are you talking to big nose for?' he shouted, 'he doesn't have any friends'

She was close enough to see Rory's face flush crimson, he looked down in embarrassment. She looked at the boy who had shouted at her. He was a lot bigger than her, she could see. He had a mean look on his face. She did not like him one bit. Ignoring him, she ran over to Rory.

'Hello Rory.' She beamed at him. His heart soared into his mouth and he couldn't help but beam back at her. She wasn't like anyone he had ever met.

Who's that boy?' she questioned.

He looked away, 'Johnny Matthews.' He looked over at him; he was staring at Amelia with a look of confusion and at Rory with a look of hate. He started to walk towards them. Rory squirmed.

'Hey, carrot head, why are you friends with big nose?' he shouted again.

Amelia whipped around to face him. She gave him a look that made Rory almost faint, 'Shut up. Leave him alone.' She demanded.

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'Yes!'

'No!' he shouted

'YES!' she yelled back as she punched him squarely on the nose. He fell over. By now everyone was watching the scowling red head with her small hand curled into a fist. Rory stared at her in admiration. Johnny scrambled to his feet, giving Amelia a defeated glare before storming off back to his friends.

The bell sounded, shakily Rory got to his feet. He smiled at Amelia.

'Thanks.' He whispered as they got to his class line.

'It's okay,' she smiled at him. 'See you at lunch.'

She was gone. He was sad.