A/N: I just felt it so unfair that Donna forgot she was special. So this sort of transpired. I don't own anything, unfortunately.
My name is Donna Noble. I'm a temp. I always put on a brave face and speak loudly, but inside I know I'm useless. Honestly, who would miss me if I died? Gramps is about the only one. Mum probably wouldn't even notice. My boss would just be bothered by having to find another temp at short notice.
I'm nothing special. I never did well at school, I can't make a relationship last, my friends get sick of me and I'm not even pretty. I pretend I don't care, but in reality I wish my hair was a different colour and that I was a bit on the skinnier side. Maybe that's why I never get noticed.
I'll probably always be a temp. I'll never save the world, and I'll never be important to anyone. When Gramps is gone I'll be alone.
Sometimes at night I have strange dreams. Dreams about a man with eyes that burn like fire. He takes me with him, and he sees me as more than just a temp. He sees me as a person, and someone special. Sometimes the dreams feel almost like memories… but they disappear when I wake up.
My name is Donna Noble. I'm a temp. I'm nothing special, and I know I never will be.