I walk into Mr. Blackthrone's class and there's a circle.
The desks have been moved to form a circle.
So, I take the one closest to the door.
"Ah, Emily. "
And there's Mr. Blackthrone now.
"Yes, sir?"
"How are you?"
"I'm fine but please tell me this isn't like group therapy. I've been to enough of those in my life."
"No, just a new exercise I'd like to try. Oh, Emily quite a lovely Matt Smith shirt."
I stare at him wide eyed.
"You know doctor who?"
"Well, yes I'm not that behind."
Behind in what?
Then the rest of the class came in. I saw a David Tennant 10th doctor shirt, but I just put my head down and ignored it until Mr. Blackthrone told us what we were going to be doing.
Right about now I wish I could bolt to the door because I know for a fact that this is going to be bad and embarrassing for me.
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Teen FictionI was a teenager when I met him we talked about doctor who for an hour Then I had to leave I never got his name I never got his number I don't know anything about him. Why didn't I know anything about him ? What happens if we ever meet again...
