"Can you please just stop?" asked that skinny boy, but those kids kept bullying him, flicking him, picking at his clothes, taunting his name "Doctor, Doctor, what kind of name's the DOCTOR?" and they would scream with laughter like they just said something clever, I felt that was wrong but why would I want them to start taunting me? But I did. I got up and walked over to those idiotic boys "you think you're so clever, well, you're not, you're just making fun of him because he's smaller than you, not shorter, thinner and because he's smart and he's witty unlike you block brains!" The boy just smiled a big goofy smile, the boys looked flabbergasted "and what you gonna do, you're just a girl" just a girl, I get that all the time, only a wee girl "Just a girl? Well here's what just a girl's gonna do" I stopped and punched one in the gut and the other in the eye, they began wailing, I got suspended for a week. On the bus to school that next week the boy sat beside me "you know it was alright, you really didn't have to do that" "no, I did, because sometimes, it just isn't alright"
Thirty years later
I died, my name was TARDIS and my regeneration was a traveling blue box, the Doctor has lived with me and with lots of companions since then, I hope I regenerate sometime soon, I haven't in a very long while since I am strong and broad, I learned to live, viewing the Doctor every night, helping him, raising him and soon our time will be up and when he's gone, so will I.
(I do NOT own Doctor Who)