Sorry if I haven't been writing any chapters for my stories lately, I have school and stuff like that. I promise I will right a few more chapters before January. This story has aspects of my life, and I want to share it to you. New chapters every few days (usually less than 1 week). Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

There I was, in front of a time machine that was bigger on the inside. The last of his species, the madman, invited me to step inside his magnificent blue box. I was walking towards the console until...

"Alex?" He asked.

I didn't respond.

"Alex?"

"Alex, wake up bud, it's time for school."

And suddenly, I awoken, almost crying. That dream was wonderful.

I went downstairs and grabbed the cereal box out of our kitchen cabinet.

Then, I had an idea.

I opened the refrigerator door, but instead of getting milk, I got water. I walked over to the counter, and I poured the water in the bowl where the cereal was.

When I was about to eat it, my mom walked into the kitchen.

"Alex! Why did you do that!?" She yelled.

She was furious.

After I said my apologies, I went into my room. I put on my tween jacket, bowtie, and then my fez. I was the Doctor. Not just any Doctor, but the Doctor.

I then heard my mom coming down the stairs.

I quickly took of my fez, jacket, and bowtie, and pretended to be organizing my school binder. She just came in to check what I was doing.

Once she left the room, I quickly went over my desk and grabbed my iPad. I opened the Netflix app, and started watching the TV show, "Doctor Who".

I always hate it when adults say, "Isn't Doctor Who the brother of Doctor What?".

I was watching the episode, "The Angels Take Manhatten". After about more than a half an hour, I started crying. Because I knew what was going to happen.

Once the episode was finished, my mom came to my room to say goodbye, and to be at the bus by 7:30. Then she left.

I was running downstairs to the living room.

And I shouldn't have.

I tripped, and I was tumbling down the stairs like a ragdoll.

I landed on my arm.

I was in lots of pain, and I had no idea what to do.

Then I remember the number my mom told me to call in an emergency.

911.

I reached into my pocket, and even that hurt a lot.

I then dialed the number "911".

"911, please state your emergency."

"I got hurt, and I-"

I then had a thought

I pictured the TARDIS landing right in front of me.

I pictured the Doctor healing me, with his regeneration energy.

At least I thought I pictured it.

I then passed out.