AN:/ I'm going to try my hand at Doctor Who fanfiction again. It's become somewhat of an obsession. Anyway, I've got this one all written out on paper. So I think it will be better than anything else I've ever written. So do me a solid and review?

I Don't Have Superpowers

"There's no end in sight, so I'll take my time..." -Alex Day

Hazel Rosetti POV:

I sighed, leaning over the counter. Another extremely uneventful day at Macy's. The bitch I worked with, Amanda, probably had no idea how hard it is to support yourself and your six year old sister. I work nine hours a day, live in a shitty apartment, can't afford Christmas for my little sister.

"Hey, spaz. Close up for me." Amanda tossed the keys at me. No. I am not taking this today. Somewhat in a trance of sudden self-confidence, I stood, pushed the keys into her hands, and walked out of the building. I have so much riding on my shoulders, I just can't put up with it anymore. Corporate bullies, government bullies, landlords-I'm done.

I stepped into the 'cold-for-California' weather, pulling my scarf around my neck tighter. Honestly, people from colder place must think we're the most thin-skinned people on Earth. I scoped out my car.

Now, my car isn't just any car. My car is a 1993 black Volvo station wagon with dings in the front and back where previous owners had rear-ended people and had been rear-ended. But, it worked. Oh, did it work. That car will never die on me.

I grabbed the keys and slid into the driver's seat. Turning on the car, I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. 4:30. Dammit. I was so late. 'Poor Isabella,' I thought. Isabella is my sister, and I'm her guardian. Soon after Mom walked out, Dad was arrested for drug dealing and rape. Leaving me in charge of Isabella at 22. I had to drop out of med school to care for her, and now I work at Macy's, the person I love most in the world is bullied daily at school, and we are the poorest of the poor. I stepped on the gas, almost running a red light. Being as late as I was, I had practically left her to the mercy of her bullies. I pulled up to the school, seeing Isabella sitting on a bench outside of the building. Even from where I was, I could see the large purple bruise on her arm. I threw my hands over my mouth, tears welling in my eyes. The kids bullying her had physically hit my baby sister. I ran out of the car and over to her, pulling her into my arms tightly.

"How did they hurt you, Squirt?" I held her close. Isabella is a beautiful little girl. She has brown hair, like me, but, unlike me, she has the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. My eyes are blue.

"They punched me," I picked her up and placed her on my back. I had to stay strong, every single day, for her sake. "Hazel?" I turned and looked at her.

"Hm?"

"Will we have Christmas this year?" Dammit. God. Dammit. The answer is no, we won't have Christmas this year. I can barely pay the rent, bills, and taxes. We practically live on food stamps. Maybe I can try to buy her a book?

"I'm sorry, Iz, I don't think we can afford Christmas this year." The look of disappointment on her face broke my heart. I look at some kids, and am absolutely disgusted. They sit, using their Apple products, complaining their lives are hard. I can't give my sister, my whole world, a half-decent life.

AN:/ I spent a long time on that, by the way. So if you could review for me, that would be lovely. I'm really trying extremely hard to improve my writing. Okay, thanks, bye. Don't forget to drop by that little box down there and type something on your way out!