Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters…of course, for though I am amazing, I'm not THAT amazing…but its quite okay to disagree :P
Prologue
It wasn't fair. The simplicities and the complexities of that statement could be examined for centuries and it still would not have been explained enough.
For one, what is 'it'? It—for lack of a better word—is, quite obviously, a very broad statement and is, quite obviously, used in many different ways. It—there the word is again—is used for all sorts of things. When unable to tell whether a stray kitten or puppy is a male or female, many would refer to the tiny creature as an 'it'. And when explaining the activities between a very-much-in-love-and-hopefully-married-couple, one, in order to avoid the word that most people might consider awkward until they have been thrown into their teen years, would refer to those 'activities' as 'it', once more. The possibilities are endless, but when put into that one three word sentence, it narrows those possibilities down by a very generous amount.
The word 'wasn't' is, quite obviously, something put under a negative scale and is not something that can—or is wished to be—further discussed, as it is quite obvious.
But, the word 'fair', is something completely opposite of the word 'wasn't'. Which, is why, the possibilities open up once more, quite obviously. This very un-unique word can be referred to as something fun-filled, complete with candy, rides, and laughter all in one. Or, it could be referred to, as it is (quite obviously) in the three word sentence, as something like a…scale, perhaps? A scale could work. Or it could simply, quite simply, be understood as balance.
But, in this three worded sentence, the word 'fair' combined with the word 'wasn't' did not have an outcome of a very good combination. In fact, depending on what situation, on what time, place, and era it was used in, it could become both something used when a child wanted a toy, or when someone had lost someone or something very dear to them.
These were the thoughts running through Rose Marion Tyler's head as she drove home from work in the world (that was not her world) after having a very long, very eventful day. And these were her only thoughts. She was, very efficiently, blocking out the reasons why this something, or this someone, or this thing was not fair, for her only thought that reverberated through her very smart, very clever head was: It wasn't fair. Or, in other words, it's not fair. For this unfairness was, quite obviously, not past tense. The pain, hurt, loss, confusion, and worry that was evident in the young blonde girl's eyes made that quite obvious.
Yes, life was not fair, and yet, for all Rose Tyler had been through, she had not quite reached the limit of unfairness this strange world (that was not her world) had. No, she would learn more, much more.
Yes, Rose Tyler's life was unfair, cruel, and quite despairing, and she had yet still to reach the height of these gray, dismal emotions in her life.
Yes, it was not fair. And that, to Rose Tyler at least, was quite obvious.