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A proletariat class-that’s how the system works. The regime of America pays too many money on the keystones and other ridiculous tests, imperialism is still present outside of here, and there process of reparation of slavery is thin, but slowly growing, and racism is degenerating to the point where, it’ll turn us from each other. The fanatics of the white house and our political leaders are unreliable. However, after a day of hard work, one could say I’ll become the first female president. I want to become an author, not a political ruler. I think I’ll write my dialectic in a book someday. Watch Doctor Who; 7:00-time for sleep
        Me, and BK are your unique companions. I contain the knowledge of every person I know for some found reason, while he has the strength of a tiger-talk about brains and brawn. I met him when a cyberman, a human cadaver robot, killed both my PE and english teacher. Me and my friend,[a] battling Doctor Who monsters, in my dreams or in the real world.
I was just starting 9th grade, when I drew an avant-garde of a child slave, which the teacher told me was irrelevant. To get back at her, I snuck back to the school late last night, spray painting African American history towards the present all over the school. I never felt that much euphoria, since I spray painted a transgender women in crimson black.
        I wake up to the sentimental condolences of the sun, which I hate because that day, I received a suspension at school, but it offered an opportunity to go to Camberwell university in London. They said my art shows a veritable idea by a belligerent feeling. Just when I thought to be shunned, I am doing the thing I want to do. I have the IQ of Einstein, so who needs high school.
UGh! Ow! What happened? Did somebody hit me? Where am I?
The 80’s? Oh no! Mrs. Carter?! The Gym?
For some reason I knew I was in the 80’s, but where? I pray it’s not Iran.
However, the alley was loud-really loud. The sound was coming from the door, and the smell of cyanide sneaked up in my nose. Alcohol? I was near a loser’s asylum-a casino bar. I liked me some Merlot, but I underaged. I knew right then and there it was obligatory to find my soon to be companion, as if destiny was pulling me towards him or her- at that time I just had a feeling to find that person. Was it a person? I did not know, but whatever this book is leading...a book? ...in my hand? There was a note, saying, “don’t show anyone this or the person in this book will be fixed”. WHAT FRIVOLOTIES IS THIS GAME’S PLAY?- the decadence of people. I’m transported to another time period, I’m connected with somebody and I committed a subversive act that led to an opportunity. I take a peek inside the the book and find myself reading about somebody named Bikki Ktomsephtik. Why me, I thought. Until, I quickly, but discreetly hide in the dumpster. Gross, the smell was overwhelming I couldn’t breath. When I lift the lid up, I tried getting out inconspicuously, but to me luck I am spotted by a dark figure, who smelled like vodka, but doesn’t look quite drunk. I assumed he was one of those MKL high school students, but then I thought of the possible time period I was on. I, then wonder why am I not freaking out or in awe like the companions in “Doctor Who”. He rises up quickly, cursing at the door saying ‘they were a bunch of losers” (though that’s not what he said exactly). He sounded Nigerian-he’s black. Not that it mattered to me what race he was, but it was a veritable statement. He turns to me, and something strange came out of my mouth.
“Bikki?”, I said without thought.
His face turns agitated and grabs me by the collar-I couldn’t breath. It felt like me head was coming off of my body-it was a weird and terrible feeling. He’s strong-no one can lift me off my feet. As cars go by, I get a bleak look of his face. He’s young like me. His eyes are hazel, or is that just the light. His hair is locked like my mom.
“How the **** do you know my name, boy?” said said it aggressively.
“Boy? Who’re you calling a boy?”, I thought, very angrily.
His face soften and he left go. Finally, I was able to breathe. He looks at me down to up, and shows me a face of realization.
“You’re a girl?”, at that statement I slapped him.
Feeling insulted, I made a run for it outside of the alley-ignoring his pleadings for me to stop. Only to stop inside a store with make-ups, and I saw horror in the mirror.
It was like looking at a living carnage: My right eye is blue (I hate blue eyes), my hair was the same except my afro was bigger and a bit red-it foreshadowed and covered my right eye (looked good), my body shape was the same excepted my breast and curves made me look less hefty (they were bigger than usual), I was wearing a fashionable punk jean. My top- a dark green, long sleeved shirt-showed a lot of cleavage. I had on my favorite leather jacket. Finally, my skin had large patches of pink-I’m a mutation. Well, so much for looking like Queen Latifah in her nuptial.I was so tranced by how I looked, that the only thing that awoke me was a familiar accent.
“Kid!”, he yelled in fear, “get in!!”
“DELETE!!’
I knew that voice - it was a cyberman. More than one- it was an army of them. Systematically killing people. They must’ve been responsible for the death of my teachers, but how could it’ve brought me here? I was belligerently pulled by the man to his ferrari. As he sped through the crowd of calamity, I see cadavers of people’s carnage. I was so shocked and overwhelmed finally I passed out.
I wake up to find myself in the comfort of a warm body. I thought it was mom, and hope that all of that was a dream, but when I opened my eyes I see a snoring stranger. It was the guy who was thrown out by the vinter. I pushed off the bed, and then grabbed the gun on the shelf. He woke up and was about to say something, but hesitated seeing me holding him at gunpoint. I looked at myself, in hope he didn’t do anything. My jeans and jacket were on the floor- all i had on was the shirt and my underwear. I was infuriated, while he was saying don’t shoot.
“Hey, dude...I-I mean, kid. Put the gun down” he said.
I didn’t.
“ I just took your clothes off”
“then why were you in the bed?” I said angrily.
He was stammering, but the conversation was closed, when he noticed the book. I, then remembered what the note said. By instinct, I shot the floor as a warning.  when a cyberman barged through downstairs door. He pushed me down underneath the bed, telling me to hush they might hear. I shoved his hand off my mouth explaining to him that even if that was possible, they would still track us. When the monster came in, it lifted the bed. I grabbed his hand and the book and ran underneath them, to the door. When we got out, The world was filled with cybermens. A strange creature, with a bronze face like that of a Cyberman but a hunched and furred body, bursts in front of us, it was a cyberbeast. The two of us give chase, but the creature eludes us. In the aftermath of the chase, I am struck with a quick solution. I shoved the boy away from me, so that I can grab his phone dial the number of Atraxl, the alien warren. I thought, if all the monsters came from Doctor Who, then Atraxl should be here.
  After the call, the cyberbeast appears in front of us again. I go to Bikki, and bring him up and we run into an abandoned house. We run to the roof, and the sky turns dark.
“It’s night time” he says.
“No, it isn’t”, I said, “it’s a ship”.
It was the prison ship of the moon. It’s only visible in the dark side of the moon.
A big blue eyeball appeared-it was him.
“Who dares inter…!”
“Let’s just cut to the chase and the crap you spur, get rid of the cybermen” I interrupted.
“You are…!”
“My name doesn’t matter, only the knowledge I know of your encounter of the Doctor”
The Eye looked shocked considering it had not eyebrows or lids.
“How do you know of the knowledge of the Timelords”
“Let’s skip the interview please. I’m either in a dream or reality, so I’m going to ask you: Are they criminals?
“Yes!”
“Then do your job”.
The cybermen disappear and everything goes back to normal. I explained everything to the guy. He was shocked to hear about the book.
“So, what? You’re some kind of angel of mine?”
“More like Doctor” I said sarcastically.
“Where is the Doctor?”
“I...I don’t know. I’ve never seen him...I just know things like he does.”
“The book...it...knows things. You know me, but I don’t know you”
“If I am bound to you and if you feel stalked...I can tell you this: I’m 16, I speak every language in the entire universe of this dimension, I am an artist and storyteller, and I’m the meanest person you’ll ever know”.
He giggled at that last part.
“Yeah after being shoved, slapped, and kicked in the nuts, I kinda figured that”.
“...and I’m the most loyalest person you got in this cursed planet.”
We smiled.
“Oh...umm...about the bed thing. I didn’t do anything, really.”
“I’m okay”
I, then noticed something, it was a tardis. We both noticed it and astonished to see it. I snapped my fingers in order to open it. I walk inside, and reached for the controls and head for neutral space. I looked back, and see the guy shock and stunned.
“By the way, let’s start with three things: names-yours and mine; and which planet or time you want to go”, I said.
I told him this is the tardis and it's a time machine that can travel through time and space.
“My name is Bikki, but you know that already” he said, “...I will tell you my choice. If I know your name”.
I hear the tardis voice-it says to, “hide name with another”, so I did so.
“Ebony. Ebony Brown”.
A huge shock came over me, I see weeping angels, slavery, holocaust, a hole I fall into, and then I wake up in my house. I’m in the real world.
Bang Bang[b]
...or so I thought.
“DELETE!”

By: Maya Anderson