The Impossible Girl Chapter 3

Disclaimer ~ I do not own doctor who or twilight much to my dismay. However, I have to say that Clara is one of my best friends.

Clara: of course I am how else would you be able to come up with this story. Huh? Or how else would you know about the doctors and myself adventures?

Me: exactly my point proven, now on with the story Geronimo!

Chapter 3

Clara's P.O.V

The next thing I knew was that I woken to the sound of still into you by Paramore at 4:30am. Today is the day. A big day. Moving day. I got out of bed and stretched my arms and legs seeing as they were extremely stiff. I quickly walked into my bathroom stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower.

Once I got out of the shower I wrapped myself in a towel and walked into my room and went over to my vanity which had my clothes for today laid out seeing as everything else was packed in suitcases. Looking back over at what I had chosen, I was impressed; I'm 1000% positive Alice fucking Cullen would be completely gobsmacked. My outfit consisted of red undergarments, skin coloured tights, black skirt with a red belt, a styled blouse and black heeled shoes.

Once dressed I put on light make up and braided my hair before purring in a low bun. With me ready I grabbed my suitcases, hand bag, jacket and took a last look at my room before heading downstairs to grab a cereal bar before I had to leave to head to the airport.

When it reached 5:15am I called a taxi which arrived fifteen minutes later. I grabbed my luggage, handbag and walked out the door. After putting my luggage in the boot of the taxi I took one last look at my childhood home and we were off to the airport.

Arriving at the airport was fairly quick seeing as most of forks and Seattle were asleep. Seeing the taxi had stopped at the drop off zone I got out the back of the taxi and headed to the boot and got my luggage. I walked to the front of the taxi and handed the driver $50 and headed into the airport for check-in.

Since I no longer had to carry suitcases and I only had my hand luggage and seeing I still had around twenty minutes before boarding, I went and bought myself a sandwich, crisps, a cola and a packet of chewing gum with the last of my dollars.

Time ticked by quickly and before I knew it, it was time to board the plane. Walking down the aisle to find my seat wasn't so difficult. I was sitting down in my seat when the woman next to me asked me a question.

"Hello miss, I was wondering if you could give me a hand with putting my bag in the over head compartment?"

I nodded my head and stood up out of my seat to help the nice woman. Once her bags were in the over head compartment we both sat down in our seats.

"I'm Sarah Jane Smith; it's nice to meet you..." she said waiting for me to reply.

"Clara, Clara Oswald and the pleasure is all mine Miss. Smith." I answered her. The look on her face was as if she had saw a ghost which slightly concerned me. "Miss Smith are you okay?" I asked

The colour seemed to come back on her face after a few minutes. "I'm perfectly fine, for a second I thought you said you were Clara Oswald" she said and laughed. I looked at her confused as to why she was laughing. "I am Clara Oswald, Miss Smith." I said. Her laughing stopped, "you're not kidding are you? Of course you're not. Now that I look at you, you do resemble her a lot."

I was slightly puzzled as to what she was talking about. "Resemble who Miss Smith?" Sara Jane just shook her head, "it doesn't matter dear so obviously you're going to London but what for?"

The rest of the plane ride basically went like that, both asking questions and the other answering them. Time went by quickly while talking to Sarah Jane and the next thing I knew the wheels of the plane met with the tarmac of the runway.

After helping Sarah Jane off the plane we walked to baggage collection and found our stuff. About to bid Sarah Jane well she handed me a piece of paper with a number on it, got in a car and left with the words "keep in touch."

Dragging my suitcases I headed to the taxi point and got in the nearest available one. I told him the address of my new apartment and we were off. The traffic in London is one I will have to adapt to and the fact that they drive on the opposite side of the road that I am used to.

Around an hour and a half later the taxi stopped outside a block of apartments, one of which would be my new home. I was prepared for the battle of unpacking! Let it begin.