Okay, so I'm writing this because I'm as bored as hell. It seems homework just can't please me- shock. Horror.

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They then started to torture me.

OH. MY. GOD.

Okay, so here's what's happened.

I got into the car with them.

Well, they kind of dragged me, even though I was happy to go- sort of.

And then…

It happened.

"Shall we turn on the radio?" One of them said. He was Welsh.

And may I add that he was very attractive?

Everyone nodded. And then it came on.

"Under my umbrella…"

That song.

Now, usually, I don't have a problem with Rihanna- and Chingy- whoever accompanies her.

But…

"Wow! I love this song!" Jack smiled "Let's have a sing song, shall we?"

"What?" I snapped.

Sing song. With a bunch of strangers. And a dead body in the back.

"UMBRELLA, 'ELLA 'ELLA!" They suddenly started screaming.

Oh God!

WHY?!

"ELLA ELLA ELLA!" The Welshman yelled.

This is torture.

"WHEN THE SUN SHINES, WE'LL SHINE TOGETHER!"

"I'll kill you all together if you don't shut up!" I yelled.

"TOLD YOU I'LL BE HERE FOREVER!"

This song lasts forever?!

"SAID I'LL ALWAYS BE A FRIEND!"

"YOU CAN STAND UNDER MY UMBRELLA!"

"'ELLA!"

I know...

"'ELLA!"

I'll dive out of the window.

"'ELLA!"

I scrabbled at the lock "NOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed.

"GOOD SINGING!" Jack smiled at me.

Better than theirs if anything!

I whimpered, and sat back down "Are we almost there?"

"Yes…" The London dude said "So… Harry Potter..."

Oh. To tell the truth I forgot about that.

Just act cool.

"Yeah?" I asked, I was trying to hide the fact that I was sweating uncontrollably.

"How old are you?"

Wait, how old is Harry Potter at the moment?

"Um… Seventeen?"

The guy noted it down on his notepad.

Strange how he is also quite (noticeably) attractive too.

The women must love it here.

"Do you have-"

Time for a date? HELL YEAH!

"We're here!" Jack said, pushing me out of the car.

And where is that exactly?

And it's freezing.

I hope Rabbit is okay.

OH GOD, RABBIT!

"Where's my dog?" I asked.

They all looked at each other.

"Um…" Jack thought for a minute.

"I'll go get it!" The welsh dude jumped back into the car and drove off.

"YOU FORGOT ABOUT MY DOG?!" I yelled.

"Well, so did you!" Jack snapped back.

Touché.

"Come on… Harry"

They always pause.

"We want to ask you a few questions, my name's Gwen, by the way" She smiled.

Oh God, it's good cop, bad cop!

"You won't get anything out of me!" I yelled.

"That's what you think!" The Londoner grunted, walking off.

"You won't!"

They will.

"Okay, calm down!" Gwen said.

"'Harry Potter'" Jack said, doing that annoying hand thing "Welcome to Torchwood"

Right.

Why does he sound so proud at that?

"This place is a dump!" I said.

It WAS. There were (and I'm guessing if I go back there again it still will be) food packets everywhere, we were obviously in some kind of sewer or something, and the place smelt of that dead body.

"Don't say that in front of Ianto, whatever you do" Jack warned.

"Yeah" Gwen said "We have to take you down the cells"

CELLS?!

"He said Torchwood, not the police!" I pointed at Jack.

"We're separate from the government, aside from the-"

"I don't care! I'm NOT going in a cell!"

Jack looked a bit miffed. Obviously it must have been some kind of speech. Oops.

Oh God, they're probably going to skin me.

"Look, it's fine" Gwen said, behind me "It's only for an hour or two"

"AN HOUR?!" I shouted.

I heard that grumpy bloke muttering something behind me "What?" I asked him.

"Nothing" He said "Just saying, that there's no point in using a fake name, we'll find out anyway!"

"And who says it's a fake name?" I said.

I do.

"I do!" He snapped back. Wow... Psychic.

"What's your real name?" Jack interrupted.

Fine. Guess I have to tell the truth sometime.

"My name's Harry-"

"No" Jack said "Your REAL name"

"What? You don't believe that my first name is Harry?"

"No"

I looked around; they're all shaking their heads at me!

I thought Gwen was the good cop!

"It IS!" I laughed.

"Riiiiight" Jack said sarcastically "And your second fake name"

"Syms"

Yes, It's shit.

They all snorted again.

It seems they thought I was some kind of mental case.

"And NOW" The Londoner said "What's your REAL NAME?"

"You're not listening!" I snapped, "My full name is Harriet Syms, and I shortened the Harriet to Harry"

"As you do," Jack said sarcastically.

"She is!" A woman said at a computer (and she was clutching a laptop before- what's with her?) "Harriet Syms, 24 years old, moved from London to Cardiff when she was 17"

What are they? Some kind of stalker?

"Oh" Jack blushed furiously "Sorry"

"It's to late to apologise!" I sang, "IT'S TO LAAAAAAATE!"

"Don't" The London dude said "You can't sing"

THEY CAN'T TALK!


Alas, that was the next chapter.

Wow… Nothing even happened.

Please R&R, no flames.