Monsters [Doctor Who]

C H A P T E R O N E

Chapter One:

Augusta's POV

"Augusta!" A angry british woman's voice yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. Oops, I hadn't hear her come in the house!

"Coming Mrs. Johnson!" I answered, tugging off my tool belt, setting down my stuff, and running out my bedroom door, and to her. Mrs. Johnson is my foster mother. Her real name is Flora Johnson, but I was supposed to call her Mrs. Johnson.

I scurried into the front room where her voice was from. She stood there holding her very expensive fur coat with designer décor. Her arms were crossed and her eyes fixated into a glare. "Where have you been all day?! I walked in the door and you weren't there to take my coat!" She pointed to the door and scolded.

"I apologize," I said politely. "I didn't hear you enter the house." I went into the coat closet and grabbed a hanger off the rack and grabbed her coat from her and hanging it up.

She hmph'd and walked past me, "Did you finish your chores?" She asked, graced down the hall.

"Yes I did," I answered, walking behind her, tugging nervously on the edge of my gloves, which was an old habit of mines. "I have also started preparations for dinner when Mr. Johnson gets here." She turned to the stairs, and began to walk up them. I stayed at the bottom of the steps. She nodded and left the room.

Once her footsteps could no longer be heard, I let out a sigh. I made a mental note to check on the food in the kitchen that was — hopefully — cooking, and headed back to my room. Turning down the dark hallway, I opened my door, creating an ear-piercing creak, and slid into my chair at my desk.

I glanced at my messy desk. My sketchbook was hidden under multiple sheets of rusty metal and screws.

I tied my tool belt back around my waist and began working again. I was making a time waster, really. I had gotten bored waiting for the food to cook, so I came down here to work on some toys.

I've always had a... Interest for building and creating things. Whenever I had free time, I would spend it creating other little things like the cellular object — kind of — using some of the spare parts of one of Mr. Johnson's old computer her was going to toss out. It wasn't that hard really. Works just like the one he had, only with a few adjustments. And mine didn't have the cut out circle-thing on the back.

Anyways, I was making a shrink ray (which, to be honest, I don't even think will work). After watching a odd show about these people that's called a hero, I began to like the characters Wasp and Ant-Man, because they were cool, although I do not understand why they are named that way. I just like the idea of changing your molecular structure to a subatomic level. It's interesting.

I even did the math on it and found out that it would work! You didn't even need a 'special substance'' like Ant-Man had (I looked it up, out of curiosity), you just needed to find out how to change every single cell in your body to a smaller size, which does sound hard, but if you did it all at the same time, it's much simpler.

So here I was, making little objects — that probably won't even work. I even pulled out my phone to watch Doctor Who, my favorite show, while I worked. I had downloaded it — illegally — while ago. I only had up to half of the first few season of the new series, but I still liked it. It was really interesting and quickly became my favorite show. David Tennant was my favorite since he was so childish and silly. He always made me laugh.

I have already seen all the episodes, but I just rewatched it over and over again. I could practically recite it, to be honest. Right now, I wasn't watching Tennant's episodes though; I was watching 'The Empty Child' (One of my favorite episodes) with the Ninth Doctor, Christopher Eccleston. He's a bit too serious, which I don't really like, but I don't really mind.