I don't know if this story has already been written or something, I am just using the idea and hopefully getting the story right as I can't find it anywhere. I am not claiming it as my own as it isn't my idea nor my story. But the words in this story will be in my own words as I said before, I can't find it anywhere. OK, story time.
It was a warm day in Bristol, UK and I decided it would be nice to take a walk through the forest behind my house. The trees had blossomed with beautiful leaves of every shape and size. I always liked leaves, collecting them was my secret passion. I also enjoyed watching Doctor Who as a passtime. I own every episode and my own, personal sonic screwdriver. My parents always told me I need to get over my addiction as there isn't going to be another season of The Doctor.
That is what they thought, and they were wrong. In the distance, leaning on an old oak tree was an old phone box. It was blue, like the T.A.R.D.I.S, only this was old and worn down. It looked like it had been sitting here for years by the condition of it. I creeped up to it like it was a fragile and scared animal. A silent whirr escaped from the broken cracks of the phone box. I lifted my hand carefully, gasping at the phone box, and touched it carefully.
With that little touch, the light on top lit up and the cracks of the box started fixing itself. I gasped in amazement as the box suddenly stood up straight and the door opened. And there he was, the doctor himself.
"Ah, you there! Thank you!" He said quickly turning around to examine the box. "Well, don't just stand there gawking! Be useful and get me some food."
