Disclaimer: Still making no money, still not the BBC, still don't own Doctor Who.
First Day
Dear Amba,
I didn't run. I don't know if I'm inspired or not, but I didn't run. It was like I could feel time running...no...burning through every synapse, every muscle in my body. It hurt. I won't say it didn't, but it was kind of a good hurt - like when you wiggle a tooth that's not ready to come out to the fortieth power.
Then the head of Prydon Academy clasped me on the shoulder and led me away to the girl's sleeping combs. I'm sharing a comb with Millennia. I know it's luck, or so she says, but I can't help but wonder if Pitha had something to do with it.
My first day was...boring. Basic Gallifreyan History and Basic Temprobiology. I did meet some people, and tried not to challenge my teachers...much. I met a boy from the House of Oakdown who said he knew where the tenth year laboratories were - he said he and his friend could show Millenia and I tomorrow.
Don't look disapproving, Amba, I'll go mad if I'm stuck in books for ten years!
Always,
Ushas