My Mad Man ( A Doctor Who Fanfiction) *On Hold For Now*

Darla

A/N this is my first story so don't laugh. I have always wanted to write. this is a doctor who fan fiction. This is only a taste of what is to come. (As my story progresses I will learn more and more about how to write well so this is with no experience. please bear with me) So, here it goes.. ps. This chapter is a bit shorter than the rest, they will get longer.. xxKay

"Darla wake up honey!" My mother calls softly from downstairs. I groan and flip over on to my back. Hating mornings isn't easy for somebody who cant sleep with the sunlight. "Darla get up now or im dragging you out by your ear!" she says a little louder trying to sound intimidating. groaning again I eventually get up with a thud of my feet on the floor. "Here I come!" she yells loudly. Crap she wasn't kidding. I hear her wild footsteps coming up the stairs towards my room.

"Im up! Im UP!" I scream to stop her rant. she peers into my room.

"Good breakfast will be ready in 10." she says in a sweet voice. bipolar much?

"Okay" I yell back to her and I walk over to my closet to find something to wear. I pick out a white tank top, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of white converse to match. I hear my feet on the light brown wood floor as I walk to the bathroom turning on the water to let it heat up. I look into the mirror to see my bright ginger hair and multiple freckles. I sigh at my ugliness and step into the shower. "HOT HOT HOT HOT!" I scream under the scorching hot water.. I turn down the heat and relax.

Quickly I wash up and step out of the shower. My hair streaming down my back I pull on my tank and jeans and I blow dry my hair. Running down the stairs I could smell pancakes and bacon. weird, I only get breakfast like that when they have bad news. "hey guys." I say cautiously I step down into the dining room and food gets put in front of me.

"Darla we have something to talk to you about." my father says softly.

See? Bad news. I grew up an only child, I was actually very lonely. Nobody has ever liked me in school, and I usually always ate lunch alone.

I started to eat my breakfast. Might as well not get bad news on an empty stomach. As I take my last bight I hear my father clear their throat.

"Darla honey, you know we will always love you no matter what, and that that has always been the case." he says. I simply nod, still chewing my last bite. He looks at my mother mentally saying 'your turn'.

"Darla, when you were a small girl, we found you sitting on our doorstep with nothing but your broken locket and a note saying 'take care of her'. You were only about 6 months and we couldn't just leave you there in the December cold." she sighs "What I'm trying to say is we are not your biological parents."