The Girl of Time (Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter 43

"How has your day been, Brielle?" Ms. Taylor asks me at dinner.

"Great. Yeah...great," I say, smiling awkwardly.

"That's wonderful. Tomorrow you should be able to start your classes."

"Well isn't that just swell," I say, stabbing a piece of dry apple with my fork.

"I came by to see if you had any questions," she says, eyeing my nearly full plate of food.

"Oh, well I am just perfect, thanks. And I'm real excited for tomorrow." I return to staring at my meal, hoping she'll realize I'd rather not talk right now.

"Okay. Do let me know if you think of anything," she smiles and walks away.

I sigh loudly. This is going to be a long week. I nibble on the edge of a crouton, which is one of the few edible things left on this tray, as the rest is a few leaves of kale and a scoop of unflavored yogurt. Apparently, this is "perfect for my dietary needs," but I think I'll ask Alyssa to smuggle something in that actually has flavor.

I finish as much food as I can stomach and return my tray. I walk over to the cafeteria entrance, watching as students shuffle in and out, chatting noisily with each other.

I notice Emily slide into the cafeteria, constantly looking behind her. I wait for her to get her food and sit down before approaching her. "So," I say. "How was class?"

She looks up at me, sighing. "I was hoping you'd forget."

"The reason I got in this place is because I can't forget. But I'm going to go out on a limb and assume you knew that?"

"Yes," she says after a while. "Okay, um...just ask me what you want, but then can you leave me alone?"

"Mmm," I hum, "We'll see." I slide into the chair in front of her. "But I'm a nice person, despite my moody teenager exterior, so let's do this; I ask you a question, you can ask me a question, and I'll leave you alone the rest of the day."

"You're lying."

"I mean I'll try my best to leave you alone the rest of the day," I correct, rolling my eyes.

She sighs, looking behind me. "Okay."

"So I hear you talk to ghosts," I say, folding my hands together.

"Yes I do," she says, clearly annoyed. "I'm assuming you probably don't."

"Correct. My turn. How much do you know about me?"

"Enough. Are you really an alien?"

"Yep, I come in peace. Do you mind going more in depth about just how you know that?"

"Spirits...warned me about you. They were unsure of your true motives."

"They knew I was here, just not why?" I ask.

"Yes, and you asked two questions. That means I get two."

"Fair enough. Shoot."