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"I grew up"
Part 5: Everyone is Right
Amy lay awake, staring around her blue room. She couldn't sleep, of course, but she did begin to calm down and work through her thoughts. When she was twelve, Aunt Sharon had said it was time to re-paint her room and asked her what color she wanted and how she wanted it decorated. Amy had kept it blue, though she never told Aunt Sharon why. She said she just liked it that way. But it was more than that, and, she felt odd about the fresh paint, whatever the color, going over the place on the one wall. The Doctor said the crack wasn't in the wall anyway, and, it wasn't like a few layers of paint would be any sort of barrier to whatever magic that stubborn part of her thought might lurk behind that wall. It was all silly, intensely silly.
She sighed, rolled onto her back, and stared at the ceiling. They had all been right, her four psychiatrists, right about something in some way. The
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"I Grew Up"
Part 4: Friends
"Amy?" Mrs. Williams said, blinking into the night. Amy had been hammering on the door, it was after dark, and her hair and clothes were distinctly disheveled. "Dear, are you alright?"
"Fine, sorry, but can I please talk to Rory?"
"I'll go and call him, why don't you come in?"
"Could he come out, actually?" Amy asked. She was obviously agitated and, Rory's mother drew some quick conclusions about the situation and agreed.
"Amy!" Rory cried, tripping over the door mat and falling out onto the porch. Amy grabbed his arm to keep him from flying straight off into the rhododendrons. His mother made a face but sighed and closed the door as Rory straightened up to take in Amy's appearance. "What happened? Are you ok?"
"Why is everyone asking me that?" Amy frowned, her hand still on Rory's arm. "Anyway, I want to talk to you."
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"I Grew Up"
Part 3: Adolessons
"Oi, twerp." An angry male voice said. Amy froze and looked around. She'd just trodden on something that had been concealed in the grass by the bike racks. The voice came from what appeared to be a sixth former, upper sixth former if she was any judge. Looking down at her foot she could see it was a CD case that had made the crunching noise.
"Oh." She Amy, reaching down and picking it up. "This yours?"
"Obviously." the older boy said snatching out of her and and examining it.
"Jewel case is busted, but, the CD might live." He muttered.
"Sorry." Amy said vaguely. Why was it her fault he'd left it on the ground?
"Don't sound it." He glowered at her. Amy rolled her eyes.
"Well, I didn't leave it laying in the grass." She said.
"It fell out of my bag.