Mass chaos
Those are the only words to describe my fourth period Civics class after about four and a half hours of sitting in one room and a seriously late lunch. 'Course our teacher never could get us to shut it, but today was worse. Everyone, even the good kids, were yelling and I seriously could not breathe for a few minutes because I was laughing so hard. My friend had just christened me Boboa and I christened her Oboba when our teacher finally achieves quiet. That lasts for about two seconds when we hear a screeching noise and suddenly an old fashioned police box appears out of no where at the head of the class. Everyone rushes for it when a bloke with seriously floppy hair, a bow tie, and suspenders pops out of the box.
"Hello! I'm the Doctor."
Then he is bombarded with kids and starts yelling something about rabid aliens.
Obviously he didn't check the scanner to see where he was before popping out.
After two minutes I have beaten them back with the Doctor's help of a "scary" blue light, but they are threatening to attack again. I mean, we live in Alabama, it's not like eventful things happen every other day. So you can't really blame them.
All of a sudden, I hear
"Run!"
So I run the only place I can, backwards, into the police box with the Doctor following close behind. Then suddenly it dawns on me.
"Hold on, you said you were the Doctor."
"Yes," he says as he fiddles with an orange console that seriously looks like a pinball machine.
"So, you're a television program. You're not supposed to exist!"
"Oh, well that complicates things. Geronimo!"
And suddenly we are flung into blackness.