Disclaimer: I do not own anything from this story except for Beth and her acquaintances. I do not own Doctor Who. I do not own David Tennant. I do not own the TARDIS. You get the idea.

I run around the gym, staring at my feet and the floor as it passes under me again, and again, and again. I listen to the slapping of my sneakers against the floor, trying to let it relax me a bit. I don't want to be all stressed out and such on my last day. I'm going to hopefully start and finish my letter tonight, and I'm going to take all the pills I'll need to never wake up. Then I'll never have to deal with any crap ever again.

I know it may be silly to constantly think of my suicide. It's not like this hasn't been a long time coming, you'd think I'd simply accept it and not think about it too much. But there's a difference between having a gut feeling that you're going to die soon, and that every day and every action you take is leading you closer to it, and knowing that you're not going to live to see the next day. It's not that you're sad, but you're in this state of 'Oh my God, this is actually happening.'

I know I won't regret what I do, and not just because I'll be dead and not have the ability to feel anything.

The bell from the timer rings, and I hear people around me yell their thanks to other people, as if they released us from the running instead of the timer. And it wouldn't make any sense to thank the timer, because it just an inanimate object. It was set to go off after ten minutes. So there's really no sense in thanking anyone. I go over to the water fountain with everyone else. People pretend I'm invisible, as always. That is, until my turn comes to get water and people get aggravated because that's even more time, one more person, keeping them from their water. I drink a few seconds, to avoid any more anger that's not directed at me only, but at anyone who wants water. I sit on the floor and wait for everyone else to finish so class can actually start.

Gym class, how I loathe thee. I guess I should be happy for it, after all, I get a break in the middle of the school day to burn off calories, but oh my God, it sucks. First, I have to change in front of a bunch of other girls. We're not allowed to change in the bathroom stall, because some people actually do have to use the restroom. (In theory, most people just try to spend as much time in the locker room as possible, talking to their friends that they can get away with. I can't say that I mind that part. The longer everyone stays in, the shorter class is. Then comes the warm-up. Stretching and the run. After we finally finish that round of torture, we move on to whatever the Coach has decided we would like. We never do. Woo hoo.

My day goes a lot like that, only there are classes that are slightly better. Not by much, most of the time. Sure, there are times that lessons can get interesting, but it's not common at all. I go through my classes like a zombie, invisible, already dead to the world, as always.

Then the last bell rings. "Thank God," I mumble under my breath, as I rush out the building with everyone else, like we're fish in a stream. I get in my car, turn my music up really high, and start driving away. Cars go by at first, and then they start to thin out and be replaced by fields of crops and trees surrounding them. It's common scenery where I live. As soon as I get out of town, all the corn and cotton and tobacco fields start showing up. Then I see blue in the trees.

It catches my interest. Normally the only color I see out here is green. I stop the car and go to look. I'm not worried about getting in trouble, I'm going to be dead soon enough. I wander into the forest, and don't have to walk long before I see a blue box. A man steps out. "Who are you?" I demand to know, narrowing my eyes.

I'm being nosy, but whatever. He just stepped out of a little British telephone booth looking thing, only it's blue, out in the middle of nowhere. "I'm the Doctor," he said.