Chapter 1.2
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“I should know. It’s mine,” he said.
Maddie immediately protested, “The fuck it is! I found it!”
“Good for you. Thanks for bringing it here. Now if you’re not going to be any help, just go away.” He gestured behind him at the front door. “Leave”
“If you want it, you’re going to have to fight me!” she shouted, backing away and planting herself right in front of the TARDIS.
At that he cracked a smile. “Kids these days,” he mu
Chapter 1.1
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130 years later
It was going to be nice and simple. No notes, no goodbyes, nothing, just a clean getaway. With any luck Maddie would be gone from this place no more than ten minutes from now. She looked around the room, going over her mental checklist. Toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush. Essential clothing. Just the necessary stuff, nothing extra. She glanced at the doorway, briefly wondering if her parents would even notice she was gone. No matter, her mind was made up. It was time for her to have a life of her own
Prologue
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It started with a low rumbling. Nothing Sophia could hear, not yet anyway. But she could feel it. It reached in and pulled her from her dreams, not that she’d been dreaming much anyway, but still. She blinked hard, trying to fight away the sheets, her thoughts still only half-formed. What had woken her up? She sighed, her eyes starting to close when she felt it again.
“Uh?” she grumbled, sitting up. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Now there was a sound too. It sounded like… like glas
I love to hate you.
I love to hate you because then, I don't have to hate myself.
I love to hate you because it means that you are the one who's fucked up.
The one who's a lousy friend.
The one who just flat out sucks.
Because what kind of friend is always busy
And never has time for the people
He claims to care about?
What kind of friend lets text messages pile up, like unopened letters left on the rug?
What kind of friend forces you to beg and plead for a spare second of his time?
Only, maybe that isn't the whole truth.
Maybe
Maybe I lied.
So maybe I forgot to mention that I'm different from other people.
That I've turne