I only own Stella. Nothing else.
IMPORTANT: Because I don't think I mentioned it, she has medium dark chocolate brown hair and dark green eyes. She wears contacts and is 5" 4'. And she's an immature 17.
I sighed as I felt the object in my hand. It was the eleventh Doctor's sonic screwdriver. Well, a replica of it anyway. And even though it had full sound effects, lights, and it even popped forward, it was nothing like the real thing. Plastic is nothing compared to cold, hard metal.
It was amazing when my friends and I role played Doctor Who but mine doesn't put up cabinets or resonate concrete. Which would, sadly, be very exciting.
I decided to go for a walk down the street, to a small park. It wasn't used very often anymore so it looked old and abandoned. But in a good, nostalgic way. The street was mostly empty and I hugged my sweatshirt closer to my body. Everything looked kind of eerie because it was supposed to rain soon. It was only two in the afternoon but the dark clouds made it look like someone had turned down the lights. The air smelled damp and a soft wind made a whistling sound.
Walking into the park, I chose to sit down on a swing. It squeaked as it moved. I pulled my sonic screwdriver out of my pocket and fiddled with it, careful not to drop it or twist it too hard or anything. I pressed a button, making it extend and the claw like pieces at the top open up. Then I pressed the button below the first and the green light glow brightly.
I moved it around, pretending to scan the air for something. I smiled. "Not to worry, Rory. I know you're a wuss but I'll have Pond safe and sound in no time." Yeah, I'm not a big Rory fan. At least he's not Jeff, though.
I slipped the device back into my pocket and breathed in deeply. My home town was boring, but relaxing. Sort of. I mean, there's nothing to do and our "beach" is nicknamed the Black Sound because the water is so polluted. Not radioactive polluted; more like one-big-garbage-can polluted. There was always that one rare week or so that the water actually looked normal, but that was few and far between.
Suddenly, an eerily familiar sound reached my ears. It was the beloved sound of shifting engines. I jumped to my feet and spun around, staring in front of me. Thirty feet away sat a blue police box. And I was staring at it. And it was real!
I realized I couldn't breathe and was clenching my hands so hard that my nail dug into my palms. I gasped and closed my eyes, hoping to gain control of the self control that was slowly slipping away. I hopped I wouldn't have a heart attack and I tried very hard to rationalize this. Until I heard a short, faint creak.
I opened my eyes to see someone's head sticking out of what I seriously hoped was not a hallucination. I realized he wouldn't see me, because it was facing to my right, meaning I had been staring at the police box's side. I refuse to call it a TARDIS, and relinquish the last of my sanity (metaphorically geek speaking) until I talk to the Doctor.
Holy. Crap. That means… that the guy is… Okay, okay, breath girl, breath. Oxygen is good, oxygen is your friend.
Unfortunately, my body wouldn't cooperate and I started to see spots. Then a screen of black, and nothing.
Well, this is going to be long and hard to explain when I wake up.
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