The Impossible Made Possible (a Doctor Who fan fiction)

PART 3

HELLO ALL!!!!!!!!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLIDAYS HAVE COME AT LAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m EXTREMELY slow at updates, for that I am sorry, but I do try J

I have some exciting news! Well, maybe not that exciting 4 u, but exciting 4 me! I came 2nd in a writing comp, and there were A LOT of people who entered! It wasn’t first, but I still won $100, so I’m not complaining! :D

I’ve started on a book trailer for this fan fic, it should be ready who knows when!

Thanks 4 reading, please, bear with me, the excitement starts here!

KEEP READING!

KEEP WRITING!

DANKE!

ALLON-SY!

GERONIMO!

FANTASTIC!

-TashWharton88 :D

Why am I here? Why am I me? What is the point of life? Why am I drawing people with wings chained to my book binder trying to escape? Why am I asking myself pointless philosophical questions when my Maths teacher is trying to teach me important techniques for my upcoming Maths test that takes up 50% of my grade for this term? All these thoughts ran through my head as I tried and failed to concentrate in class.

My friends and I were sitting at a big group of tables together, all supporting each other in the ‘we WERE concentrating but sort of drifted off’ cult. We were too zoned out to even talk, but, it is the usual thing in Maths. As I counted the minutes to lunch break, I sketched in my already messy book ideas for novels I was planning on writing. For some reason, the bow tie teacher just kept popping up in my pictures. 

3, 2, 1, and….. Yes! The blessed sound of the lunch bell tapped me on the shoulder and beckoned me to freedom. I shouldered my bag and made straight for the door, my friends at my heels. “Sorry guys, um, I’ve kinda got uniform detention again.” Anne gave us all a sheepish smile. Marie sighed, “jeez Anne, what is it this time? Wrong shoes?” Anne nodded, then added, “And jumper, and I’m not in my formal.” Our school has these strict uniform rules: No canvass shoes, only school jumpers aloud, you can’t wear the sports uniform on a formal uniform day and vice versa. It’s really annoying, but you get used to it, unless of course you’re Anne. Almost every second day, she’s sent to uniform detention for various reasons.

Jillian spoke up, “Kay, we’ll come with you Anne, and meet you outside after the teacher’s through with you.” Anne gave us all an apologetic smile, then led the way to the detention classrooms. The break past normally enough, everyone, except for Anne who was still in detention, sat in a big circle, chatting and joking around, just a normal lunch. I ate my sandwich and acted loud and weird as always. All my friends joined in as we played Kiss, Marry or Kill, making fun of each other’s choices. Everything was looking average, until the bell rung.

A very disgruntled Anne walked out of the building. She gave a loud sigh, then told us that, apparently the teacher who was supposed to be giving the detention, Professor Guppy, had never turned up. One of the staff told Anne to wait until she came, but it was all for nothing. By the time she had finished complaining, we were already threatening on being late for class. We gathered our things, and were about to make our way to German when I felt the sudden urge to go to the bathroom. Vivian let out a huge groan, “oh COME ON! We’re gonna be late AGAIN!” I looked at her apologetically. “Sorry, but I have to go, and after hanging out with me, you should be used to running late.” With that I headed to the ladies room, of course my friends followed, they would never leave me.