Clarissa holds the book tightly against her chest-proudly-as the passers give her brutal looks. She heads over to her locker and spins her combination. The TARDIS wallpaper inside the safe shows her pride. She sets the 'Doctionary' in her locker and turns around.
"So, did you see that on Netflix, they added Season Three of Sherlock?!" Ally, Clarissa's best friend, questioned.
"I saw. The first two episodes were really funny!" She laughs. "Except, I hated that stupid 'Mag-whatever' guy."
"Doctor who?" Connie laughs as she strides by with her posse. Claire slams her locker as hard as she could. Ally and Claire then shoot her smug looks.
" Next time," Claire swears, "I'm gonna quote the crap out of her." Ally shrugs and waves 'Goodbye'. Claire picks up her books and heads to class.
...
Claire plops on her bed. "I am so done." Claire mutters and throws her book bag across the room. She then pulls her mind together and continues her fantasy of her and the Doctor. Jammie dodgers and tea with the TARDIS, fighting off aliens to save an ancient civilization, you know, the works. Her life in the TARDIS was always pure good luck. If her Doctor wasn't just an actor and he was real- oh, well, life isn't sugar and spice.
Claire rolls over to her desk on her ultimate spiny chair 5000. (so she calls it). Using her draw tablet, she illustrates her ultimate fantasy. Her and the Doctor.