The Doctor's Daughter (A Doctor Who Spinoff;)

It's the beginning of fall in Leadworth. The leaves are changing colors, and the weather is turner chillier. School has just let out for the day, and my best friend Alexandria and I are walking to my house. "So, what are you going to do your report about?" She questions, waving to an elderly lady across the street. I shrug, "I really have no clue...I probably won't do it to be honest." Even though I don't look at her, I know she just rolled her big brown eyes, "I don't understand you, Ramona! You're so smart, yet you never do you're school work." I feel a light rain drop hit my top lip and I quickly lick it off. As it's coolness touches my tongue, I get a sense of something...A big storm brewing just a few minutes in the future. "We need to hurry..." I state, letting myself gain speed. She stubbles to keep up, "Why are you walking so fast?" A chuckle escapes my lips, "Can't you feel the weather changing?" She sighs, "No! It's just a few rain drops, Ramona..." I hear her take a deep breath, then she adds, "You can be so dramatic sometimes." Her British accent is thick with each word. My lips curl up in a wicked smile, "Am I?" I mutter, my house coming into veiw over the hill. "Yes! You....Hello?" I look back to see her, with her cell phone pressed to her ear. I stay quiet as I listen to her side of the conversation, "Ugh, really? Mom! I don't want to! ....Fine, whatever." After hanging up the phone she explains that, her mother wants her home pronto, because there's a big storm coming in, and she must be safe at home. "Okay, that's fine. We can catch up tomorrow." We say our good byes, and I run home, knowing the clouds will break any second now. See...I'm not really sure where I got this ability from, but it sure does come in handy. I can sense things...things in the future, and sometimes when I touch objects, I can see it's entire past. I learn of it, when I was two years old, and I touch my grandmother, Amelia's barrette, and saw this...man. The man in the bowtie. Whenever I try to ask her about him, she always changes the subject, which makes me know she's definitely hiding something from me. In return, I keep my gift hidden from her.
"Ah, Ramona! Get inside now, Dear." Rory, my grandpa yells from the front lawn. I nod, "Yes, Sir." Then head inside and straight up to my room. I throw my backpack on the floor, then curl up on my bed. I am exhausted. It was such a long day today. For one, I hate school, with a passion, and two -this town is so dull. Seriously. It just...is. I feel like the world is so big, and for me to be stuck in Leadworth, living with my grandparents, because my parents left me with them...is just torture. My eyes grow tired from laying still and I'm almost asleep when I begin to hear this noise. It was just like a leaf blower, but fading in then out, and continuing to get louder. My eyes pop open, just in time to see a big blue police box becoming solid in the middle of my floor. I sit up straight, my eyes gaping at what is happening before them. I'm completely immobile as the door of the box swings open and a man pops out. Now this man I've seen before. He's the bowtie wearing man, from the past of the barrette. What the hell is he doing here? "Oh...Dear, look at you." He whispers, a nervous smile breaking across his face. Him smiling was all it took for me to realize who he was. My father, after all this time -sixteen years and now he just decides to show up. He came from somewhere, yet nowhere at the same time. Just him and that stupid box. "Why are you just coming around now, eh?" I question, standing up and punching his shoulder. "Amelia told me you were...a traveler. For being a traveler you're really bad at visiting people...Exspecially me. I thought I would've been more important to you, seemings how I am your daughter." I keep rambling on until he pulls me into his chest, "Ramona...I've got a lot of explaining to do...but first, let's go see your grandmother." He smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me out of the room, confident as if he knows exactly where he's going. Strange -this man. Just strange.