Melody's POV

Jack positively freaked out when he found out. "My car!"

I shrugged. "Don't blame us. Blame the Weeping Angel and black ice."  

"My car!"

I rolled my eyes. "There's no point and getting another intelligent word out of you, is there?"

"My car!"

"Whatever." I dumped some instant mashed potatoes mix in a pot filled with hot water. I was making dinner that night. Mashed potato burritoes. Dad had gone to check out the damage, both the car and the Weeping Angel, if any, and he left me at home with Mr. Hysteria. At least he wasn't currently Mr.Flirt, other wise he'd be dead. Or at least, if I could kill him.

We were both silent as I mixed the instant mashed potatoes into fluffy awesomeness. I took it off the burner and spread some mashed potatoes on tortillas. "How many do you want?" I asked. He held up two fingers. I made two for him and set his plate in front of him, along with cheese. I sprinkled a ton on mine and dug in. Just then, Dad came in. I looked up. "Hullo, Dad."

"You have mashed potatoes on your face," was his only reply. I rolled my eyes and continued eating.

Doctor's POV

The car was gone. So was the Weeping Angel. Did touching objects like cars also get transported back in time, even though they weren't living? I couldn't figure it out.

It was a school night, so I told Melody to go to bed.

*One week later*

As I passed Melody's little group of friends at lunch, I could see them laughing away at some stupid joke. I had already learned who was in Melody's group:

Diana, the "lover"

Sarah, the "nicknamer" (surprisingly, she and Melody got along, seeing as Melody hated nicknames)

Rhonda, the Harry Potter lover( weren't they all?)

Sam, the "imaginative" one

and Josh, the guy of the group. None of them were in my classes; they were in eighth grade and I taught seventh. Anyways, when I passed them, Melody pointed me out by saying, "Hi Dad!"

I groaned and came over. "Melody, we're in school."

"Dad, I know that," said Melody.

"I am a teacher, therefor you must not give me attitude or call me 'Dad'. Call me Mr.Smith."

"Say that without the old fashion way, Da- I mean, Mr.Smith," said Melody, then burst into giggles. I chose this time to leave, but not before saying to Melody, "Just an FYI, there's a fire drill, so bring your coat to whatever class you have."

"I left it in your room," said Melody. I left.

Melody's POV

I was at my locker getting my stuff for science when I noticed him. He had black hair and green eyes. He looked a little like Harry Potter, but I shook that idea out of my mind and said, "Hi."

He replied. "Hey, I'm sorta lost. Can you tell me which way to Mr. Hawkman's room?"

"Okay, I'm going to that class too," I said, doing a quick search for Dad. Fortunately, he wasn't there.

He nodded. "My name's Avery, by the way. Avery Riddle."

"Mine's Melody Piper," I said, focusing on not getting lost. 

"Isn't your dad one of the seventh grade science teachers?" he asked. I nodded.

"Just wondering. If he's your dad then why-"

"Do we have different last names? Long story," I said quickly. Then I changed the subject. "This is your first day?"

He shook his head. "No, I've been here a week. Why?"

I shrugged. "Just-just wondering."

We walked in awkward silence for a moment. Then Avery said, "I saw your car go off the road last week."

I shrugged again. "Yeah, some black ice."

"And a Weeping Angel?" he asked.

Whoa. I didn't see this coming. I stopped in my tracks. Then I whispered, "How do you-you know about that?"

He clamped a hand over his mouth. "I shouldn't have said that. You probably don't know what a Weeping Angel is, do you?"

I grabbed his wrist. "Screw the fact we have to get to class. We have to go to my dad's classroom. And not because I left my coat-on purpose, by the way- but because you know what a Weeping Angel is."

I dragged him to Dad's classroom, ignoring his "Slow down, wait, you know what Weeping Angels are?"

I nodded. "I had a close encounter with them just two weeks ago. My dad knows all about them." 

"Really? Does he work for Torchwood? Mine does," he said. I shook my head. "He doesn't. He'll explain."

Avery's POV

A couple of seventh graders cat-called when they saw Melody dragging me by my wrist into her dad's classroom. Mr.Smith looked up. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Melody bent over him and muttered, so the obnoxious seventh graders wouldn't hear her, "Dad, he, Avery, he knows."

He looked confused. "About what?"

"The Weeping Angels." At this point, her voice grew so soft I strained to hear it. He looked at her like she was crazy. "Melody, how are you sure?"

"He told me. Said it right out, that he'd seen the car go off the road because you swerved to miss an Angel."

Mr.Smith settled back in his chair. "Melody, the bell rang five minutes ago. I suggest you go to class."

Melody just turned pink and backed out of the classroom, grabbing her coat.