Earmuffs - A Doctor Who Fanfiction (Discontinued)

Chapter 1 - Eyes and Elephants

A/N For those of you who don't know what a doona is, look it up. Song on the side is Luna's lullaby for Mary (Chasing Cars my Snow Patrol). Picture is the version of the Doctor I'm using. 

It was the end of the school day, and everyone was at their lockers. I was walking out of school to my bus stop. "Hey pink-eye! When are you gonna get the disease checked out?" A voice called out.

I turned around to face the owner of the voice. Standing against a pole, smirking, was Isabelle Russo. "You're just jealous that even with pink eyes I still manage to look prettier than the fair haired, blue eyed mess that you are." I replied, smiling sweetly at her.




She scowled at me, looking as though she wanted to hit me. "Yeah right. You, prettier than me? You wish, weirdo." She told me, turning away to walk to her bus stop. "By the way, those earmuffs look stupid!"




I shrugged to myself, putting my headphones into my ears and turning my iPod on. I turned it to my favourite song (which is Damned if I Do Ya, before you ask) and waited for the bus. Thankfully, it wasn't raining, and I could wait for the bus in peace. I slid my sunglasses over my eyes, humming quietly.




I didn't have to wait long before my bus arrived. I quietly greeted my bus driver, before sitting on my usual seat. Two stops later, kids from another school, Fitschen Hill for the Gifted and Talented, got on the bus.




"LUNA SELENE COMURA." I heard an angry shout, as well as stomping coming towards me.




I grinned, not needing to look up to know who it was. "Yes, Abigail Athena Sirotich?" I replied innocently.




"Don't you dare use that tone with me young lady! She half-yelled, plonking herself down next to me. "You know perfectly well what you did! My so-called best friend since I was five, betraying me like this! How will I ever deal with it?" Abigail dramatically sobbed into my shoulder.




I pretended to not know what she was talking about. "What do you mean?"




"You have the audacity to steal my lunch taco and replace it with your ham and cheese sandwich and now you're acting like you don't know what I'm talking about? How dare you! Injurious Luna! Most ungrateful maid! Have you conspired to bait me with this foul derision? Is all the counsel that we two have shared, the sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent-"




I cut her off, glaring and laughing at the same time. "Stop quoting Shakespeare, you nerd." Ladies and gentlemen, my very "special" best friend, is crying over a stolen taco.




"Shakespeare was a very interesting playwright. When he wasn't writing sappy romances. Back to the point, though, WHY DID YOU STEAL MY TACO?"




"You're crying over a freakin' taco."




"TACOS AND I HAVE A VERY SPECIAL RELATIONSHIP."




"I know. By the way, it was delicious. Your mum made our favourite."




"Are you telling me that you stole a heaven-sent fish taco?" I nodded, dodging an attack from Abigail. "I hate you."