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Miss M's First Fic: Rory, Amelia and fish custard
Look what my daughter wrote!!!!
Miss M (age 11) is home from school today, 'cause she's not feeling well, and during that time got an idea for a fic, and - here it is! Not even 500 words, but quite excellent, if I may say so myself! :) I've not done anything to it, except fix the structure a little.
Title: Rory, Amelia and fish custard
Rating: U
Characters: little!Amelia, little!Rory.
Genre: FitB.
Spoilers: ‘The Eleventh Hour’.
Summary: "You made me dress up as him!"
Rory, Amelia and fish custard
“Are you nearly finished?”
A disgruntled 8 year old Rory looked moodily up at Amy who was precariously perched upon his shoulders, rummaging inside his top cupboard.
Rory was wearing a very strange assortment of clothes- a ripped shirt, loosely hung tie and wrinkled trousers. He looked distinctly ruffled.
“Yep!” Amy replied, jumping down expertly as Rory winced and massaged his shoulders. She looked him up and down. “You needn’t have put your costume on just yet,” Amy said. “But I shan’t stem your enthusiasm.” She ran to the sink and poured what looked like yellow paint powder into a large, glass bowl.
“Enthusiasm!” Rory snorted. “I don’t give a fig for this ‘Raggedy Doctor of yours, actually!” His look of annoyance turned to a sulk. “No, I’m only wearing these because you ripped all my shirts so that you could choose which was most authentic.”
He said the last few words in mock imitation of Amy’s voice, relishing the word authentic on the tip of his tongue.
Amy gave a short sigh as she tipped a liberal amount of fish fingers onto a baking tray. “Well. How was I to know which one looked best when they weren’t properly ruffled... and that your mum was so fussy...”
Now it was Rory’s turn to sigh. Why, he wondered, are girls so awkward? Especially Amy, with her nerves of steel... I may as well try to argue... Ignoring all common sense, he snapped, ”You ripped ALL MY SCHOOL SHIRTS! EVERY SINGLE ONE!” By way of explanation, he poked a finger through a large hole near the collar.
Amy dropped a bowl of sunny yellow custard and a tray of fish fingers onto the table with a grim smile.
“Eat.”
Rory knew not to argue. Trying not to think of the taste, he dipped a fish finger into the bowl and shoved it into his mouth, shuddering. Trying to gulp down as many as he could, Rory noticed that Amy’s gaze had hardened as she scrutinized his appearance and seized a pencil, sketching and shading, taking in every detail.
Just as Rory gulped down his final one, Amy took a photo and laughed at the look on his face. “No!” she giggled, rolling her eyes as she pulled on her navy blue coat. "I won’t bring it in for show and tell, like last time!” Rory smothered his worried look and said, stuttering, “No-I didn’t really-”
“Oh be quiet.” She stroked the model in her pocket. Oh Rory, such a banana. The Doctor’s coming for me, so I wouldn’t be able to anyway, she thought.
Rory must’ve known what she was thinking as she opened the door, because his face was silent.
THE END
Miss M (age 11) is home from school today, 'cause she's not feeling well, and during that time got an idea for a fic, and - here it is! Not even 500 words, but quite excellent, if I may say so myself! :) I've not done anything to it, except fix the structure a little.
Title: Rory, Amelia and fish custard
Rating: U
Characters: little!Amelia, little!Rory.
Genre: FitB.
Spoilers: ‘The Eleventh Hour’.
Summary: "You made me dress up as him!"
“Are you nearly finished?”
A disgruntled 8 year old Rory looked moodily up at Amy who was precariously perched upon his shoulders, rummaging inside his top cupboard.
Rory was wearing a very strange assortment of clothes- a ripped shirt, loosely hung tie and wrinkled trousers. He looked distinctly ruffled.
“Yep!” Amy replied, jumping down expertly as Rory winced and massaged his shoulders. She looked him up and down. “You needn’t have put your costume on just yet,” Amy said. “But I shan’t stem your enthusiasm.” She ran to the sink and poured what looked like yellow paint powder into a large, glass bowl.
“Enthusiasm!” Rory snorted. “I don’t give a fig for this ‘Raggedy Doctor of yours, actually!” His look of annoyance turned to a sulk. “No, I’m only wearing these because you ripped all my shirts so that you could choose which was most authentic.”
He said the last few words in mock imitation of Amy’s voice, relishing the word authentic on the tip of his tongue.
Amy gave a short sigh as she tipped a liberal amount of fish fingers onto a baking tray. “Well. How was I to know which one looked best when they weren’t properly ruffled... and that your mum was so fussy...”
Now it was Rory’s turn to sigh. Why, he wondered, are girls so awkward? Especially Amy, with her nerves of steel... I may as well try to argue... Ignoring all common sense, he snapped, ”You ripped ALL MY SCHOOL SHIRTS! EVERY SINGLE ONE!” By way of explanation, he poked a finger through a large hole near the collar.
Amy dropped a bowl of sunny yellow custard and a tray of fish fingers onto the table with a grim smile.
“Eat.”
Rory knew not to argue. Trying not to think of the taste, he dipped a fish finger into the bowl and shoved it into his mouth, shuddering. Trying to gulp down as many as he could, Rory noticed that Amy’s gaze had hardened as she scrutinized his appearance and seized a pencil, sketching and shading, taking in every detail.
Just as Rory gulped down his final one, Amy took a photo and laughed at the look on his face. “No!” she giggled, rolling her eyes as she pulled on her navy blue coat. "I won’t bring it in for show and tell, like last time!” Rory smothered his worried look and said, stuttering, “No-I didn’t really-”
“Oh be quiet.” She stroked the model in her pocket. Oh Rory, such a banana. The Doctor’s coming for me, so I wouldn’t be able to anyway, she thought.
Rory must’ve known what she was thinking as she opened the door, because his face was silent.
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Miss M
(She doesn't know what to do with herself, btw. :) ~Elisi)
Rory story shall be!
Miss M
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Loads to come yet!
Miss M
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Miss M will write more!
THE OUTFIT FOR AMY'S MAN
(Rory and Amy are 7. Only a few weeks have passed since the Doctor crash landed.)
Rory could only stand in the doorway and gape. Amy was sat looking nonchalant Rory's room, despite being sat amidst a large pile of ripped shirts.
She was looking them over seeing which collar looked nicest, which shirt was most like the Doctor's, not noticing that Rory looked ready to explode.
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(I have finished it already)
MMIGTAF
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Bravo!
Yep
Miss M
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Great to get her doing fan-fic ... wish I had discovered such things when I was her age!
Not elisis idea
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Wordy
Miss M Is Grateful To All Fans!
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MMIQWBTRII!
MEEEE
Miss M
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Noooooo.
Well. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.
I am writing yet another.
They really pass time!
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Poor long-suffering Rory. *huggles him*
Huggles are cool
Poor Rory is totally outstripped by Amy- wonderful as she is!
I read a lot, so I have an 'extensive vocab.'
Hmmmm!
MMIGTAF
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Miss M
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*fangirls Miss M liek whoa*
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MMIGTAF
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That was quite brilliant. The last two paragraphs are especially good - they capture all sorts of nuances about the characters without coming out and telling us.
I look forward to reading more of your work,
Sincerely,
Miss B.
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Thank you!
Miss M (fangirlsmissb)
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Oh poor, young Rory having to deal with insufferable Amy as a child.
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Amy is impossible!
Children don't have enough chance to write and also be able to show off about it.
Miss M
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Thank you!
Miss M
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Thank you!
Miss M
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( I begged, but it needs 'editing'.)
Pfhhh!
Miss M
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- Miss Redjay :)
ps: I'd love to hear more anout the outfit for Amy's man, too.
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Fluff apparently is little cute stories... I love them!
The outfit for Amy's man needs tweaking, But shall soon be there!
Miss M (fangirlsmissRedjay:)
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Donna approves of this fanfiction too.
That said, I love your icon. Eleven's trussed up hair... In my mind, he's always been someone who needs his belly rubbed and his hair ruffled like a little kitten. ^_^
And good luck with the tweaking. Editing a fic is always the hardest bit. And yep! Fluff is fun and cute and *smiles* Nice way to wake up in the morning.
The Redjay (fangirls Miss M),
ps: Have a drabble to show how much I fangirl. Sequel to your fic.
“You tore your school shirts, again?” As Rory scuffed his feet on the ground, his thumb through the latest hole in his sleeves, he pouted. He wanted to protest, explain that it was all Amelia’s fault... But if he did, then his Mum would say ‘that Pond girl’ was a bad influence, a rotten egg. And even though she annoyed him – in an Amelia sort of way – Rory didn’t want to stop seeing her. So he let her pretend he was the Raggedy Doctor, and he told his Mum he’d fallen over again. At least this way, Amy remembered him.
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One of my pet peeves is authors who use poor vocabulary. Either they stick with boring plain words, or they throw in lots of interesting words that are either used improperly or leave the piece feeling very stilted. You, on the other hand, have hit a very nice balance, so bravo! Very cute story and well told, I'll be keeping an eye out for your next!
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I HATE authors who don't use interesting words and ignore what is most likely
an extensive vocabulary!
I shake a fist towards their unworthy backs!
Miss M