Hello everyone! This is my first Doctor Fanfiction and I had a really cool idea. You can decide what the doctor looks like, I might describe his personalit, but it's up to you amazing readers to describe him or tell what he looks like. This Doctor isn't the 13th Doctor or anything. He is one of the future regenerations, but I'm not going to decide which. Have fun! And please describe him to me in the comments or if you have a DA account, it would be really great if you drew him! This is just a little preview of the upcoming story! If you have ideas on how things should go, please tell me, I'm happy to hear! I hope you enjoy the story! R and R please!
Casey-Marie Parker had been a normal girl with an obsession with cartoon turtles and her own little fantasies, well, that was before she made the mistake of being different. It was always her and her toys and imaginary friends when she was small. She, of course, is naturally short, so we'll say, when she was younger. But then, she learned of the cruel world, known to us as earth. So she stayed in the shadows. She hid her pretend heroes and kept her mouth shut when asked what she liked. She became quiet and distant. But as some of you may know, it's hard to keep yourself locked up when the key to being social sits in the palm of your hand.
She did try, I can't deny that. She tried to like makeup and dancing. She tried sports, but the balls and bats always seemed to find her face. She did try to like math and science. She tried to pull her head down from the clouds, but you can't force yourself to do something you hate.
She would never trust boys who acted nice, she was too used to being tricked and taunted. She did try to make friends, but she was too sensitive for their taste. The crazy thing about it all was, Casey could never decide if she hated being strange, or if she loved it more than anything.
Children should take their time growing up, but everyone rushed the poor Parker girl. She didn't want to be an adult, she hated them. But when she was with human presence, she was what they wanted her to be. But the second they left, the fake smile disappeared and the real one came out of hiding. She would run around, dirt-brown hair waving behind her instead of it being up in the usual ponytail. Her eyes would brighten and she could go into her world again, the one place that made her happy.
Well, that was her life. Until she made another mistake. Being a gentle person, she smiled at a stranger. A very strange stranger. He strode out of an old box, a midnight blue box, and he indeed, did look like a madman as he strode out of that troublesome midnight blue box. There was no doubt then, that that man was a miracle, a strange but wonderful miracle.