Welcome to my new fanfic called Clara Oswald's lives. Every chapter, I'm going to write one of Clara's lives. She's had dozens and not all of them met the Doctor. However, all of them had Alien encounters. Here they are. This fanfic will be a fanfic I write every now and then, not always. Obviously, spoiler warning. If you haven't found out the truth about the Impossible Girl, then go watch Season 7 and then come back here.

Chapter Theme Song explanation: Every chapter has its theme song. The theme song is a song I suggest you listen to while you read the chapter. That's basically it. Expect Melanie Martinez songs because she's amazing and I love her.

Chapter Theme Song: Alphabet Boy (Melanie Martinez)

November 23 2071

My name is Clara Oswin Oswald.

I'm 14 years old.

And this is how I find out boys are jerks.

"Hey, Clara." My crush, James, waved at me. He sat beside me and I didn't want to like him. Ugh, feelings. He's so narcissistic, always going on and on about how amazing he is. He's one of the popular kids which sometimes means he's an athletic one. My friend, Kylie, likes him too which is why I wanted to avoid liking him.

"What do you want?" I rolled my eyes, trying to look like I hated him. I did that a lot. Even though I usually feel a blush creeping up my neck.

"I get the feeling we're not friends." He grinned his goofy smile and fixed his hair. I hate his hair.

"Good guess." I laughed.

"You're not supposed to laugh." He kept smiling.

"Whatever." I walked to class trying to ignore the memory of the awkward encounter. I sat down at my desk hoping he wouldn't come along and tell some joke that I smile too much about. Cringing, I remembered the time another kid told a joke and I laughed so hard about it with my stupid laugh.

"Alright, class. Pull out your Math textbooks and do Questions 1-12, page 210. It is a continuation on the lesson from yesterday." Our teacher ordered. I obeyed like a robot, pulling out my textbook and notebook. I noticed James pulling out a book he was reading.

"Why are you using your reed from music as a bookmark?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm still REED-ing it." He smiled. I laughed but I hated how he was always joking. Couldn't he be serious sometimes? "Oh come on. That had to be the best joke you heard all day."

"I guess so." I grinned. Again, he ran his hand through his hair. His stupid hair. The hair he cared about more than I cared about mine. After a few minutes, he started chatting to one of his friends. Of course, over observant me, I overheard him talking about his "muscles".

"Yeah. I'm probably the strongest in the class." He was saying.

I snorted. "Okay. Keep on believing that." He threw his pencil at me. I glared. "I hate you."

"I love you too." He laughed.

I paused for a moment wondering if he meant it. "No, I mean it. I really hate you."

"No you don't. I can tell when people don't hate me." He said. I looked at him, worried he knew. Did he know? Did he like me back? Did I even have a chance with him? There are at least 10 girls more popular and prettier than me. Why would he like me?

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, blushing of course. Why did I say that? Just before he got the chance to speak, the fire alarm rang.

"Single file, please." The teacher escorted us. Kylie caught up with me outside on the yard.

"It's not a fire." She whispered to me.

"Well, obviously. No smoke." I pointed out.

"No, I mean, I pulled the fire alarm. I saw something. It was like a giant rubbery thing." She whispered frantically.

"Like an Alien?" I laughed.

"Yes! Clara! London has been filled with Alien invasions for years. It has to be one of them." She said. Less than a second later, a ship materialized above our school and something floated up towards it. That's what inspired me to explore the universe. I was part of the Alaska mission to the Asylum of the Daleks. I never got James, of course. But he always crossed my mind. Even when I realized I was a Dalek. His jokes came back to me. Even that time he dipped my pencil in green paint. I thought of him just before I became Genius. I thought of him right before the Asylum exploded and I died. I still think of him as I fall to different lives. I missed him but I wished him well.

Oops! Did I accidentally write HIM into my story? I definitely didn't mean to do that! *Sarcasm, cough cough*

Anyways, not all of these will be this short and not all of them will be prequels to her life. We'll see, y'know.

-Timelady