The Story on Why I Love Weeping Angels

by mrs.wholock

This is about how me and my friends come to meet the Doctor, it starts off with meeting a weeping angel to losing two friends in time. I hope you enjoy! clean criticism is welcome! this is my first fanfic so yeah once again clean criticism. Also the doctor Who part comes around the end of chapter one, the first chap and prologue are really just getting to know the main characters,

1. Prologue

'W-who are you?' I'm the Doctor 'D-doctor who?'

Prologue

My watch showed 3:09. Great. Still another thirty five minutes to go till school ends. I sat there in my chair staring absently at my test paper 'Geez this seems to be written in another language!' at that moment my lousy brain wanders off to what my two best friends and I will be doing at my house this Saturday. We might walk the dogs or stream on YouTube or work on our vlog, I guess we could bake something... WAIT! We could just re-watch the Sherlock series, Brilliant! That settles it then. At the thought of Sherlock my mind slips into a world of fandom and I unconsciously draw Sherlock and John on the back of my test paper. "Kayla... Kaaaylaaa... KAYLA!" "Huh! Whaa...?" my mind drags itself back into reality, I clear my vision to see the science teacher looming over me, "Drawing pictures of Sherlock Kayla has nothing to do with constellations!" "Uhhh..." The class started giggling and sneering at me. "This is your second warning young lady! No more drawings, the test just finished, and you've spent most of your time with fictional characters in fairy land! I expect more of my year nine students, how old are you? 13/14?" "Uhhh... 13 Miss" I resisted the urge to tell her I was spending half my time with fictional characters off in LONDON! But that seems a little too farfetched don't ya think? "Yes Miss. Sorry Miss" I replied sheepishly "I should think so! Class pack up time! Chop chop!" and with that my teacher snatches my test and struts off. I obediently start packing up "Well that's the rest of my day ruined not that it wasn't already, and I've still got two more to go!" I mutter to myself "How I wish I could be well away from this world!"