The guess

Chapter 13

(Sorry for the chapters being so short I am trying to get to 21 chapters. it's one of my friends favourite numbers. the last one will be really long so it may make up for these. ps make sure when you finish reading this go check out a book me and my friend are working on. it's called twin time lords. bye bye for now)

Olivia's pov

The doctor came in after I ran off. he asked if I was okay. I lied and said I was just tired and was gonna go to sleep. the truth was I waited till they went to bed. I left my room. you see any understood everything the doctor didnt. like how it feels to believe in something then lose faith in it and the it to come back. I had to see if it wasn't just some cruel prank. sadly it wasn't a prank. they really weren't here and they never would be again. I could never have an awkward talk with Rory again or an argument of what movie was better. the truth is deep down I know ether way if I had of stayed or gone I couldn't have. I don't think I could have handled seeing them die. I guess I am glad I was sick. but above all of that I am blaming myself I could have stalled their death or saved them or something. I finally went to bed to get to sleep and when I did it was horrible. people screaming for help. kids crying. the worst part is I couldn't help. I couldn't even try to help one person. why couldn't I help. no matter how hard I tried I couldn't even move. I heard knocking. why did I hear knocking. all of the sudden I was wet and cold. I woke up with brook holding a bucket. " why did you do that for?!" I yelled "I was knocking but you wouldn't answer." she said nonchalantly. "well why couldn't you try shaking me before getting me soaking wet and cold?""hmmm I didn't think of that.""YOU DIDN'T THINK OF IT!""no I know I can't believe it ether.""i am gonna go change if you care about you safety you will be gone before I get out with the bucket because I will provably forget you did that when I get out got it?""got it" I got changed into dry blue jeans and a tardis blur shirt that said 'if you don't have anything nice to say say it sarcastically'. after I got changed I blow dried my hair and left. my fair usually goes all floppy when it's out. I went into the room where the door is to find brook and the doctor. " you used to call me floppy haired dude. you should look at you hair next time." he said after seeing my hair. "ha ha very funny."i replied sarcastically. "you know your shirt may tell you to do that but doesn't mean you have to listen. I mean you are so stubborn you don't listen to anyone else." "that's not true!""it is and you know it. just ask oh anyone and everyone that meets you.""hey" "hey""i didn't mean hey as in hi I meant hey as in hey.""okay whatever"i went back over to brook and sat down."hes so stubborn."i said to her. "just like you young time lord." she said. " first of all I'm not a time lord and second of all if I was one how would you know if I'm a young one?""you are one and because the doctor would be a young time lord compared to the rest and I imagine you would be around the same age. he even told me that." we sat there talking for a while until he offered to take us home for a visit. we accepted.