Author's Note:

I have written in a quick piece of Japanese. I apologise in advance in I have gotten the translation a bit wrong, but you'll get the idea. Review are always nice to read, so if you have the time please leave a review!


Finally at History, I threw my bag into the back corner and sat down. As more students filed into the classroom I had hoped that some of my friends had been placed into this class. Hopes faulted when the last stragglers entered and none of them were my friends. Doctor Song entered with a big smile of pearly white teeth and pointed to a foreign text written on the board. おは世ございます!私の名前輪医者の歌であり、これ輪あなたのれきしのじゅぎょである。Everyone looked confused. Doctor Song quickly realised that no one could understand the language she had written.

"Quick translation for you, this says 'Good morning! My name is Doctor Song, and this is your history lesson.' Now I apologise for the misunderstanding, but can anyone tell me what language this is?" Doctor Song smiled sweetly at the class and points back to the writing on the board. Her British accent took me by surprise slightly, but honestly it didn't matter, Doctor Song was absolutely gorgeous. Her mousy brown curls swayed with the slightest turn of her head. Doctor Song's bluey-green eyes shimmered with excitement, however something lied deep beneath that threatened to overcome her sheer excitement. She continued to look around the classroom, trying to determine the most ingenious of the group. Most of the boys were staring out of the window, hoping to escape into the searing heat and play some sport. The girls sat in a huddled group talking about their holidays and the relationships of past and present. I sighed; this is going well isn't it? "You have written in Japanese, miss." I boredly replied.

"Thank you. Amelia, wasn't it?" Doctor Song snapped her fingers quickly bringing the rest of the class out of their daydreaming and rapid conversations. "This is the starting point of your first assessment of the year." She continued as she passed around the assessment task, "You will be choosing a topic of your choice, however it must be an era pre-20th century. You may choose to work in groups to find your information, however each person must present an essay on a different aspect. No more than three people in a group, but any messing around, and you will be separated and made to research your information again. Is that clear?"

This honestly didn't faze me in the least. I knew what would happen if I worked in a group, I would get left to do all the work. My thoughts returned to the day-dreaming of flying into the distant past in that little blue police box, when a knock at the door, swiftly regained my proper school thoughts.

"May I help you?" Doctor Song asked the interrupter. "A Mr Harper would like to see Amelia Riggs. He's doing some sort of check-up visit." The class sniggered. I gave them an 'Oh you think it's funny to lose your parents' look and gathered my bags. "Right, you are excused, Amelia." Doctor Song brazenly said, "I want your topic choice by next lesson please!" She called after me as I slammed the door shut. I was having a perfect morning before I got to school, now all this crap. I wished a bit that social workers didn't call on me while at school, but it would be good to let off a bit of steam.

"Now, Miss Riggs…" Owen Harper began. His deep British accent hummed through the air, ever so soothing to hear his voice once again. It had been well over a month since we last met. The school had employed him to help me after the tragic death of my parents. He was my confidante, more than what my friends were. Owen had been there for me and it was a comfort to know that someone cared for me. I loved it when he addressed as Miss Riggs, it was kind of corny. "…I apologize not seeing you sooner, but I had to go back to Wales for family." He passed me a letter. "This is for your new teacher. I believe her name is Doctor River Song. So I trust you will pass it on."

"Of course I will, Owen." I replied as I tucked the letter into my dress pocket. "I hope that your family is well?"

"Yes, thank you, Eli." He replied, "Has anything happened since our last meeting?" I thought back to the notes and writing scribbled on the whiteboard during home group this morning. I bit my lip, deciding that it wasn't a big deal. "No, nothing has happened. Just trying to get back into the swing of school. I want a good start to the year, being my final year and all."

"Okay. I can understand that. Have there been any more nightmares?" Owen asked, quietly.

"A few." I looked down at the hem of my dress. "Mostly the same but each time an extra detail is added. It's as though I've missed something, something so crucial it's going to kill me." I started to sob. Owen brought his chair next to me and patted me on the back, trying to calm me down.

"When was the last time you had the dream?" he asked, soothingly.

"Two nights ago, I suppose." I shrugged back at him. "Do you want me to describe what happen?"

"Only if you are comfortable in re-telling it." Owen replied. A slight childish smile spread across his face but quickly vanished as I began my story.

"I was standing in a darkened room. Whispers combined with a soft swift breeze chilled me to the bone. Two men began closing in on me, but not to attack but protect me. The scene quickly shifted to being back in the car on that day…" I couldn't go on. What many people didn't know is that I was in the car when it crashed. The investigators were still baffled that I survived. According to their reports, I was so lucky to be alive, let alone hardly scathed. All that reminded me of the crash were these damn nightmares. I couldn't even think straight when trying to remember the crash. The only time that my mind gave me that privilege, was during the horrendous nightmares.

"If you want to continue the conversation, you have my number." Owen comforted, "Unfortunately I have to go back to Wales for a bit. Family commitments, you know."

"I understand, Owen." I dabbed the tears away from my eyes. Probably mascara smearing, oh well.

"Remember, what I said. Contact me if you want someone to talk to." He smiled, "Until next time?"

"I'll be waiting!" I giggled. At least some of my pain would be disguised for the rest of the day, maybe.

"Okay then, see you some other time." Owen got up, and opened the door, waiting for me like a true gentleman, unlike some of the guys in year 12 that would barge straight past, almost pushing you over. I hoped that something or someone would bring me the comfort and nurturing nature as Owen Harper did.