The Doctor's Best Companion

Ditch Day- psych! I have no friends...

I open my black and sea foam green eyes in my black and sea foam green (sfg) bedroom. I get ready for school with a muddled brain, feeling like I'd forgotten something.

I walked into the school, a bit later. Woodland High. I was 17, and I was a senior. My birthday was in April. I used to be excited about school.

Until Lora and my parents.

I brush the thought out of my head. The pain was too great, the wound too fresh, even though it's been a year.

I head into the main hallway. There is no noise, and that surprises me. Lora would say something like: "You know what I think? Silence is *a moment of silence* worst enemy!" or some other weird pun. I smile.

Lora. My parents. A plane.

A gust of pain shoots through my heart. Having practice with this, I quickly wipe tears out of my eyes.

Plane, the voice in my head whispers. Lora. My parents, it adds in a slow drawl. Pain stabs my gut, making me hunch over. Another stab, and I'm on the ground. I sob openly, not caring who hears me.

Lora. My parents.

It all happened a year ago. My grandparents were dying, in Florida. I lived in New York. I told my parents and Lora that I was going down to see them. It was time for me to come back after my grandparents had died. My parents and Lora went to the NYC airport to greet me. The plane I was on crashed into the airport, miraculously killing everyone there but me. After their funeral, I tried to make friends, but everyone saw me as bad luck. I threw myself into anything and everything I could. I became a robot, and the only emotion I felt was sadness.

For Lora and my parents, and sometimes for myself, for being the only one who survived.

I brushed the thoughts out of my head, and looked at the empty school. It must be ditch day. I continue to sob on the floor uncontrollably for what seems like years, but was only minutes.

Brushing tears out of my eyes, I decided not to put this break to waste. I started dialing my parents, to tell them what happened.

Then I remember.

I sob openly for another few minutes. After that, I go back on my earlier thought. I will enjoy the day. I decide going to the mall would most help my mood, but I can't go to the main one. I don't want to hear them whisper about me, shun me.

Luckily, I know just the place. A secluded mall, that's kind of small, near the main one. No one ever shops there because the main one is so much bigger, and they're already there.

I drive there, speeding. No cop pulls me over. They don't want bad luck. My car is the only bug in NYC, so they know it's me. It's also the only car that is black and sea foam green. I smile. Good pick, Lora and parents.

Lora. Parents.

I start crying again, and quickly pull into the small mall.

I walk into a doctor who shop. They got a new Dalek! It looks so much better, and more real. I stare at it for a few seconds.

Then it's looking-thing turns and stares at me.

I gulp, but it might be fake. It probably is. Right?

"EXTERMINATE!" it shouts.

Definitely real. "Crap," I mutter, and start running. "DOCTOR!" I start to shout. I repeat his name over and over. "DOCTOR!" I'm not far from the Dalek. It breaks the glass and moves toward me. "DOCTOR!" I bellow.

Then I hear a whooshing noise, coming from behind me.

I quickly turn, and smile. The Doctor is pointing at the Tardis, making the get in symbol. I rush in and scream,"THE TARDIS!"

The Doctor looks at me, puzzled. In this form, he looks almost exactly like David Tenant. "How do you know about the Tardis?" he asks cautiously. He sounds like David Tenant, too.

"I watch the TV show," I reply, not really caring about his question.

"There's a TV show?!" The Doctor exclaimed. Not answering, I pull out my phone. It was paused on an episode of Doctor Who. It was the Girl in the Fireplace episode.  I unpause it.

The Doctor's eyes widen. "That was private!" He exclaims, during the scene of some French lady- can't quite remember her name- and the Doctor kissing. I giggle just a bit.

"We've got to stop whoever is filming this, and get it off the air," the Doctor says, determined.

"First of all," I begin. "You can't take it off the air. Millions of people love that show, including me. So what if the world knows what we're doing? They think it's a work of fiction," I continue. "And second of all, I'm going to call you Doc," I finish, huffing a breath of air.

"Don't call me that," Doc says. "Does Doctor work for you?" I reply sarcastically. "Yes, yes it does," Doctor replies. I roll my eyes. "Anyway, what you ran into was a-" Doctor begins. "Dalek, yes, I know," I interrupted. Doctor begins,"Well, that's never happened befor-" "BEHIND YOU!" I shriek. Doctor whirls  around. There was a Dalek standing behind him. I gulp.

"Take this, onion-breath!" Doctor shouts, and takes out his Sonic Screwdriver. (Sonic) He points it at the Dalek, and its eyepiece breaks. The Doctor takes one crazy, wild look at me, and says calmly,"Run."

I don't need to be told twice. I run out, and then there's a whooshing sound. I look at the Tardis disappearing, and swear. Remembering another Doctor Who episode, when it shows its solid form again, I leap on and clutch the handles.

I realize that I really should have just let the Doctor go. I'm spinning endlessly through the time vortex,  it's energy pulling me down. I clutch onto the handles for dear life.

One of my hands slip, and I try to get it back on a handle, but the time vortex's energy won't let me. I scream.

So this was how I was going to die. I snort for a second, realizing I would die for my stubbornness. Then, my other hand starts to slip. I shriek. "DOCTOR!" I yell, praying that he could hear me.

We're still swirling through the time vortex. I scream again,"DOCTOR!" No response comes. I swear loudly. "DOCTOR!" I bellow one last time, as my hand slips.

I'm shouting,"DOCTOR!" over and over as I fall from the Tardis and into the time vortex.

There's no response.