Author's Note: Hey, everyone! I recently started getting into Doctor Who and I wanted to write this story. This story, however, will not feature any of the canon Doctors, but rather a Doctor of my own invention. So enjoy, and feel free to leave any comments or questions!
Prologue
Hello.
My name is Shannon Downey.
If I could describe my life in one word, it would be: meh. What I'm trying to say is that it's not terrible, but it's not anything fantastic. Kinda like purgatory. I know it could be a lot worse, but at the same time, I know it could be a lot better.
Maybe that's my fault. I don't know. Here's what I do know:
1. I'm single,
2. I'm female,
3. I love drawing,
4. I love music,
5. I hate wearing makeup,
6. I hate romantic comedies,
7. I'm in college,
8. I have a job,
9. At least 80% of my wardrobe is black, and
10. It's mostly T-shirts.
And that's not a lot. I do have my likes and dislikes, but pinpointing exactly what kind of a person I am is pretty difficult…especially when I'm practically invisible to the rest of the world and a lot of my time is spent just soaking in how alone I feel, or putting myself out there, trying to make something good happen, and then have it blow up in my face. Like I said earlier, I know my life could be a lot worse, but is it really too much to ask that something goes right?
But I digress from the main point of my story. So let's continue.
My name is Shannon Downey and my life is pretty meh.
That is, until I met the Doctor.
