Hi this is BetaEdit ~ I may be an awkward girl with an awkward username, but hey, it suits my purpose. I might just put some stupid rambling online or it might be something good… who knows.
This is my first fan-fiction like EVER. I have only ever written my own stories and I don't really think I can do much else so please, please, PLEASE no flames.
Disclaimer: If I owned this I wouldn't be writing fan-fiction now would I?
Rated T – possible violence, sexual references, slight cursing and emotional turmoil
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I'd say once upon a time, but since it was last week it would sound pretty stupid huh? It's not a fantasy but sometimes I wish it was. Don't get me wrong, I'll never forget how exciting it was, but it was probably a one-time only thing… He'll never come back, if I act like I believe he will, I will only await disappointment.
It's just one of those things ya know? One moment you don't care one way or the other about the way your life is, then the next –BOOM- nothing will ever be the same again. This is the story how I remember that moment, the day of the alien's descent.
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I was walking down the pathway with my hand in my pockets on my way to my part-time job. I needed the money… I started to reminisce on my life as I walked.
If anyone looked at me they would probably see a 'Goth chick' or some 'poor emo girl' but that didn't really bug me. When I was younger I was a preppy giddy little freak. I did gymnastics, I sang, I cared about learning, I just plain cared. People followed me, they would literally flock to me, and heck they acted like they loved me. One day I was doing my routine and I slipped up. One slip-up that made me stay in the hospital for a month. My so-called friends never visited me while I was in the hospital. They didn't even write or send flowers. Nothing. My parents did but it wasn't for condolences, oh no, my mom was just upset that I couldn't compete in the latest tournament and my dad was pissed that I was missing school. After I made it out I wasn't able to compete for at least four months, doctor's orders. Needless to say my parents were angry at me. It wasn't my fault, really it wasn't, but they didn't listen to me. When I went back to school I was so depressed I didn't bother to pick my grades back up. I kept them at the C- mark to make sure I passed, but that was the extent of it. I had no friends and honestly I thought 'good riddance' even though I was sad on the inside. I decided to never let my feelings show again, so that way nobody could make fun of me. No happiness, no sadness, no surprise, no emotion.
Remembering my past always made my mask slip- just a bit. My eyes sting, but like magic I suck in the tears, and they never fall. What would I give to have somebody notice me for who I am, and not what I've become? It's not their fault though, I just don't take the time to show them. I was almost at the place I worked, the gas station. Full of nasty fumes and nasty people… I fit in just fine with my uncaring attitude. Only two blocks away now, steadily walking there slowly.
It'll be like every other day, I'll clock in and take my place at the register. My evil boss Keith will arrive an hour or so later and try to act like he's normal and say "Hi Emma" and harass me in more ways than one. Nobody ever really stops by so it is an easy, and boring job. Deserted and peaceful.
I stopped walking and stared, my eyes wide open as something started to light up the evening sky. I stumbled backwards and fell on my ass. However the only thing hurt was my pride, even if no one saw me. I saw everything happen, almost in slow motion. Something fell from the sky and crashed into the gas station causing an explosion much bigger than a simple gas explosion would have been. I didn't know what to think but I ran towards the explosion. That's right, Emma the idiot went towards the imminent death trap. It wasn't for me though, I saw someone trying to escape from the fire. Someone was in there and that's all I needed to know. As I got closer I saw it was a man and he looked at me and smiled! The man was partly covered in dirt and ash, and a corner of his coat was on fire and he smiled at me!
Is he delusional?
I asked myself questions silently as I helped the man, taking off my hoodie and putting out the fire left on him. I took off his coat and didn't let him protest as I pulled him along, his arm slung over my shoulder. He tried to protest saying crap like "Run away, I'm fine, don't worry" but I didn't believe him for a second. He was limping and his voice sounded like he had been gargling nails all day. After we were a decent distance from the fire I put him down and made him lie down. I was NOT taking no for an answer. He finally stopped arguing and looked at me strangely, making me a bit self-conscious. I hadn't spoken to him the entire time I had been helping him but I finally decided I had to say something, ask him one question. It was important to me even if I didn't let it show.
"…What's your name?"
He looked at me and smiled his insanely out of place smile and said,
"They call me The Doctor."
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Ta-Dah… A really cruddy introduction in my opinion but I promise I'll try to make it better. I also want to supply the following information:
I do not and will NEVER own Doctor Who or anything about the series. I own my character Emma and the plot-line to this story. I won't write an intro at the beginning of every chapter, because quite frankly, it pisses me off when I have to scroll down to the story when I read fanfics. People almost never read the intro and rarely read the finishing lines… so thanks if you did.
If you want to review, then great. If you don't, then I won't know if I should continue or if it's any good.
Before you ask, yes. Yes it is blackmail. Lots of Luv BetaEdit ~