The bell rang, signaling the beginning of lunch. Alex made it to the lunchroom with only bumping into one eleven-year old and settled next to her usual group of nerd friends.
One of her friends, a boy named Luca, talked to her around his muffin. "Walters' new aid is weird." His chewing made his veins stand out in his pale Irish skin.
Cate, a girl with short black hair, nodded frantically. "Yeah, he kept calling me Susan for some reason." Her voice was slurred slightly by her braces, but it was hard to understand her anyway because of her American accent.
Alex blushed bright red, remembering her encounter with the TARDIS visual interface. Cate really did look like Susan.
Sam poked Alex's shoulder, making her jump. "Did he embarrass you?" he asked, concern on his face. "You've gone all red."
Alex fumbled with her words. "Er…yeah…kind of, you see he…"
"He played the pity card," commented Shaun, a tall Indian boy, who was sitting down next to Cate. "Walters asked her to get his lesson book, and he thought she wasn't capable."
"Yeah, but there was a box in Walters' room!" Alex added. "A big blue box that said Police on it."
"A Police Box?" Sam drabbled. "Like one of the ones from the 40's? Odd."
Alex ate her sandwich in silence as the boys discussed the 1940's.
"I honestly have no idea what they're talking about." Cate slurred, poking her apple.
As soon as Alex's mum came to pick her up from school, Alex immediately told her of the night's adventure. "I've been invited to the dance!" she grinned.
"Oh sweetie, that's wonderful!" Mrs. West replied. "But…"
"Mum, I can talk to Aunt Carol and borrow one of her dresses, I know how to steer my chair…" Aunt Carol was a professional dancer, and Alex knew the purple one fit her perfectly.
"Alex-"
"I won't try to wheel myself home, I won't accept any beverages from anyone, even though it's a dance for 15 year olds…" Alex was pleading now.
"Alex-"
"Don't you trust me, Mum?" Alex interjected, refusing to admit defeat.
"Alex, who is the boy you're going with?!" Mrs. West nearly shouted with exhaustion.
"Oh. It's Sam."
"The Sam with curly hair?"
"Yes mum. What other Sam would it be?"
"I don't know, you could have met another Sam."
"Mum…."
"Yes Alex, you can go."
Author's Note
Bricasha Zecoram
Thanks for all the reviews! Okay…
Chapter one: The Doctor can't say no to a crying child…
Chapter two: I might actually use that later.
Chapter four: Tenth Doctor.
Chapter six: Why thank you.
Review, favorite, follow!
-if you favorite or follow, send a review saying you have done so, because I can't see who's favorite-d or followed on my DSi.
Thank you, my beloved friendly friends!
-ATLK