One day I was walking home from the prison they call middleschool, plugged in to my ipod. I looked down to change the song and I was turned around by a floppy haired, mad man with sharp cheekbones and a bow tie.
" Come with me if you want to live. Ew! I've always wanted to say that." The man said with a thick british accent. He looked young, but in his eyes they were clouded with pain and age.
" Just do as he says." I turned to see a tall man with a leather jacket and a gun in his waist band. This man was damaged even more, his heart was scared beyond repair, I could tell he tired to wash it out from the alcohol on his breath. We turned the corner and walked until we reached a blue box.
"What's this a kissing booth?" I asked snarkily. I whipped around and punched the lightweight then elbowed the gruff one, I ran leaving my kidnappers in the dust.
"Where do you think you're going?" Another brit with razor sharp cheekbones stopped me.
" Um home. Did your buddies really think that I was going to get in that blue box with a madman and that jerk?"
"I don't have friends and yes." The man looked at his shoes. " Your a stubborn, little b-," He was cut off by a short man who resembled a hedgehog. He was in a '67 black impala.
"Sherlock! There you are!"
" We need you anyhow just come with us."
"Fine, lets go, nice car by the way." I climbed in the back with a scottish women, she had flaming red hair and the eyes of mother, but how, she might of been 27. After a while we stopped in front of the kissing booth.
" Here we are get in the TARDIS." The the redhead who finally spoke.
" The TARDI-?"
" Time and relevant dimensions in space, its a time machine." The redhead spoke again, her scottish lit thick. In the TARDIS there was my kidnappers, Sherlock, hedgehog, the redhead, whom I'm guessing is her mom and her brother, a long haired man who was probably 6'4, and there was also a man who needed a belt and suspenders to keep his pants on.
"What the stars?!" I blurted.
" Um… I'm the Doctor, that Dean," he referred to the gruff man with a pistol.
" then theres Sherlock and John, the redhead is Amy, that is her daughter, River, and Amy's husband , Rory, that is Sam, Sam and Dean are brothers, and finally Captain Jack Harkness."
" Ok then…. I'm Hen-."
" Henley, Henley Elise Dean, we know. " River, she had an overabundance of sandy curls.
" So what do you need me for?" I asked.
" 'Bout time we got around to this part." Dean smugly said. This question had not been asked, I had no clue why this ragtag team was put together.
" You are…. different." Jack spoke up.
" Yeah I know, I'm weird or so I've been told, I'm a strange cocktail of jock and nerd, also at my school reading and writing fanfiction about 'cult' shows isn't necessary the norm."
" Not in that way, well yeah to your peers you're weird, but you are impossible, genealogy wise." Jack explanation was murky.
" Come with me, you need to meet someone," River lead me to another room in the TARDIS. " This is Clara Oswald, the impossible girl." Clara was a kind looking girl with cateye liner and a peter-pan collared dress.
" You're like Clara, you have lived many lives and touched the lives of many people, like everyone here, you're the Doctor's and I's child, and you're Sam daughter, you're Jack's sister and John's daughter, but also not." River tried to clear everything up, she didn't.
" It's a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey things, and we don't what you are." The Doctor appeared in the doorway.
" I don't understa-, just wha-, I ca-." I hugged River and calmed down.
" Ok then I guess we'll just have to find out.
We still don't know what's going on, just that I'm impossible.