The Impossible Made Possible (a Doctor Who fan fiction)

PART 1

Here is the first instalment in my amazing Doctor Who fan fiction: THE IMPOSSIBLE MADE POSSIBE!

I hope u enjoy :) Please comment and vote!

P.S. Most parts of the story will be in Elvira's POV, but sometimes, it will switch to other characters.

-TashWharton88 :D

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I don't care what the adults say, I don't care how other kids feel, in my opinion, school is basically light mental torture to children. This is why, obviously, I was EXTREMELLY reluctant to rise from my warm, soft bed. It's a Thursday morning and the only thing I want to do is sleep, however, my dad has other thoughts. 7:00 am, every morning, 7:00 he wakes me up! It's COMPLETELY unfair considering the fact that I only live about 5 minutes from my school and could get up at  a quarter past 8 and still be there on time, but still, dad insists I rise up nice and early because according to him: "If you have time to lie around in bed (aka getting the right amount of rejuvenation time my body needs to survive), then you have enough time to [insert various jobs here]" Now I'm 15, I don't think helping around the house is that big a deal, but still, I need my sleep.

Slowly, I slip out from under the covers. I shuffle zombie-like to my wardrobe and catch my reflection in my full-body length mirror on the sliding door, forget zombie-like, I'm an actual zombie. I grab my pair of red and black fluffy lady beetle socks and pull them onto my feet. Wrapping my blue and white polka-dotted dressing gown around myself, I prepare to enter the world of the living.

I slowly shuffle down the hallway and go to the dining room table, where my dad sits eating his breakfast of half an avocado and a poached egg on top. My dad's name is Donald Warton, he has short, darkish-blonde hair and blue eyes. Ever since he started his diet and went to the gym, he put on a lot of muscle and has become quite fit. I kiss his cheek as a good morning and make my way to the kitchen to prepare my own meal. I'm intercepted on the way there by my mum, Alice Warton. I take after my mum more than my dad, we both share the same curly brown hair, brown eyes and stocky build, even though I am quite a bit taller than her. Like dad, mum's an environmental scientist and works very hard in the office.

I prepare myself my usual breakfast of plain oats mixed with Greek yogurt and brown sugar. When I sit down to eat, my sister, Julia, makes an entrance. She's fresh out of the shower with her long, straight brown hair dripping wet down her shoulders. Julia and I fight, like normal siblings, but we still get along well, even though she's 1 and a half years older than me.

Back in my room/cave, I read my time table for the day: Form class, Science, morning tea, English, Maths, lunch then German. I sigh, the only things I like about today are English and breaks. I don't have sport on, so I quickly change into my formal uniform. It consists of an ugly grey skirt and a white blouse that's see-through unless you wear a white or skin coloured bra. I do my hair in my usual side plait and sight at the mirror. Loads of people say they are jealous of my hair, but it's really just a pain in the neck, sure it's pretty when it's out, but when  I tie it down like this, little bits of curly frizz still stick up all over the place, it's so annoying.

I pack my books for the day, then slip on my little silver owl earrings that I always wear and put my silver, Greek-patterned ring onto my left middle finger. Hoisting my bag onto my shoulders, I walk out the door to school.

I listen to the rhythmic clop of my footsteps on the pavement, easily audible above the peaceful sounds of the morning. To my left, a magpie warbles it's tell-tale song and I can't help but give a little smile. I love my walking route to school, under the trees and all amongst nature, it's beautiful.

Just as I was walking past a clump of bushes next to the creek, the school in clear sight, a loud mechanic noise splits the serenity. It's a sort of whooshing, whirring sound, with a few clicks in the middle. I frown a little, that was no car, and it seemed to be coming from the creek?! I stop and look towards the noise trying to make out what made it, when suddenly a strange man burst out from the bushes. He looked really weird, with a light brown tweed jacket over a white shirt and a deep red bow tie to top it all off. As he walked, his jacket moved a little to reveal two matching red suspenders.

 He was grasping a little stick-like device in his hand, its end flashed green and it made a little buzzing sound as he moved it from side to side. Holding up the thing, he spun in a full circle on his heel, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. Suddenly he stopped and looked up at me, his face broke into a childish grin. He dropped the device down to his side and said, "Hello! Um, this might seem like a strange question, but where am I?" I felt my eyes widen a little and unconsciously took a step back. The man's accent seems British and now that he has stopped moving, I can see his face clearly. His chin is quite big, but it somehow seems to fit perfectly with his cheeky smile and glittering green eyes, filled with excitement. His hair, I must admit, was rather cool, a flick of dark brown curling up, then over itself, then down onto his forehead. Although he seemed childish at first, I could see that actually, he was probably around his late 20's.

"I, I don't, Wha?" I stutter, his abrupt demeanour taking me by surprise. I watch as his eyes narrow slightly at my voice, then suddenly all his feature light up as his smile grows even wider. "Oh! Are you Australian, are we in Australia?!" He says with a voice filled with pure joy, "Wow! I LOVE Australia! I haven't been her in AGES! So what year is this, what state?" I don't know why, but just the way he looked at me, the way he spoke, I found myself answering his question in confusion. "Err, it's 2013, we're in Brisbane." He smiles at my words, "Fantastic year 2013! I love it! And Brisbane! Last time I came here was, well, let's just say it involved a feather, some lichen and a very angry dolphin!" He's crazy, he's just, mental, I shouldn't be talking to him, and yet, I want to talk to him for some reason.

"Excuse me, but, who are you? Why are you here? What are y-" I'm interrupted by him muttering, "wow I love that accent..." under his breath. I hear the little device in his hand whirr at a higher frequency and the man raises it up to his face, hits it on his hand once or twice, then points it towards the school. "Gottagosorry!" He blurts out, then he takes off towards the school.

I just stand there, dumbstruck at the sudden meeting of this weird man. As I stare in the direction he went, my brows furrowed in confusion, I realize I didn't even get his name. My thoughts were broken by the sudden, sharp RIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG of the bell, signifying the official start to school. "Crap" I curse under my breath, and I take off running towards the school as fast as I could in a skirt. Even as I ran, the happenings of that strange conversation still rang through my ears.

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-TashWharton88 :D