DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who, but I do own my life.

I was on my way to school when I heard a big squish behind me like someone had just stepped on the world's biggest bug. I looked behind me to a graveyard and suddenly I saw a man run out, look around, stare directly at me. I was so scared I look away. But my curiosity had gotten the better of me and when I looked back he had gone and I heard the Tardis. Oh, how I did love Doctor Who. But it wasn't real was it? I ran back and peeked (I may start lying at this point) into the cemetery so see a man with strange hair and a curly haired woman talking. "It couldn't be!" I thought. Then I saw a pretty girl with dark brown hair tracing the words on the tombstone. She looked up and stared right at me. As soon as she caught my eye, I ran back to school.

Now this is something I should tell. Who should I tell it to? My best friend, M. Lucky me, my friend also loves Doctor Who. I smiled as my teacher said hi to me. I felt good that whole day. I don't know if it was because of what I had seen that morning. Probably.