Peter was walking down the streets of London, school had finished early. He was walking the right path until he saw his teachers, Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright walking into a. – Junkyard? He scratched his head, very confused, and he was curious, like always. His curiosity got the best of him and he followed them. trying not to be seen, he hid behind the gate ‘’I wonder what this is about’’ he whispered to himself, he walked slowly, slowly into the junkyard. He saw something very strange ‘’A police box?’’ he thought to himself ‘’What is a police box doing in the middle of a Junkyard? I better do some investigating’’ He walked into the junkyard, picked up his journal and wrote
‘’November 23rd 1963
I’m in a junkyard, I know that might be the last place you’d expect me to be in but, I’m seeing my history teacher, and my science teacher no less putting their palms on a police box. Yes, you read this right, police box. Barbara, my history teacher is saying its vibrating when she touches it, and that its alive. I think she’s been reading way too many science fiction stories these days’’
He was about to talk to them until he heard the voice of an old man ‘’What are you doing here?!’’ Thinking It was directed at him, he quickly found a spot to hide, the two teachers and the old man argue for a while, and – for some reason the old man picks up a painting in the junkyard and placing it in the police box.
The argument continues until they go into the police box. Peter tries to eavesdrop on them, but he hears nothing but vibration. ‘’Wow, she was right, trippy’’ He walked around a while around the strange police box, he tried looking through the windows, but he didn’t see anything. He tried wrapping his arms around it and then he heard a strange noise coming from the police box. He noticed he was nearly disappearing, like he was being erased from history. He tried letting of the police box but it would do no good, then he heard the police box make a ‘’Whoosh whooosh’’ sound constantly repeating. He closed his eyes, hoping it was a nightmare, but it wasn’t. The noise continued, then it stopped. Peter opened his eyes, and noticed that he was still near the police box, but he was not in the junkyard anymore…
An unearthly child Part 1
Peter was walking down the streets of London, school had finished early. He was walking the right path until he saw his teachers, Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright walking into a. – Junkyard? He scratched his head, very confused, and he was curious, like always. His curiosity got the best of him and he followed them. trying not to be seen, he hid behind the gate ‘’I wonder what this is about’’ he whispered to himself, he walked slowly, slowly into the junkyard. He saw something very strange ‘’A police box?’’ he thought to himself ‘’What is a police box doing in the middle of a Junkyard? I better do some investigating’’ He walked into the junkyard, picked up his journal and wrote
‘’November 23rd 1963
I’m in a junkyard, I know that might be the last place you’d expect me to be in but, I’m seeing my history teacher, and my science teacher no less putting their palms on a police box. Yes, you read this right, police box. Barbara, my history teacher is saying its vibrating when she touches it, and that its alive. I think she’s been reading way too many science fiction stories these days’’
He was about to talk to them until he heard the voice of an old man ‘’What are you doing here?!’’ Thinking It was directed at him, he quickly found a spot to hide, the two teachers and the old man argue for a while, and – for some reason the old man picks up a painting in the junkyard and placing it in the police box.
The argument continues until they go into the police box. Peter tries to eavesdrop on them, but he hears nothing but vibration. ‘’Wow, she was right, trippy’’ He walked around a while around the strange police box, he tried looking through the windows, but he didn’t see anything. He tried wrapping his arms around it and then he heard a strange noise coming from the police box. He noticed he was nearly disappearing, like he was being erased from history. He tried letting of the police box but it would do no good, then he heard the police box make a ‘’Whoosh whooosh’’ sound constantly repeating. He closed his eyes, hoping it was a nightmare, but it wasn’t. The noise continued, then it stopped. Peter opened his eyes, and noticed that he was still near the police box, but he was not in the junkyard anymore…
Edited by Villi1997