Chapter 1

I hesitantly opened my eyes to see my little brother staring at me with wide brown eyes as was expected of him every morning. His dark brown hair was sticking in every direction humanely possible as he jumped on the bed while doing a bad job at avoiding my face.

"Hiya!" he squealed as he continued jumping.

A grunt left my lips as he landed right on my stomach. He didn't apologize though, he seemed really focused on trying to make me get out of my bed. I let out a low growl as it didn't seem that he was going to let me go back to sleep anytime soon. Letting out a huff of air I turned toward my brother about to tell him to scram when he gave me a big grin.

"Ugh! Why do you have to be so adorable? I can't even tell you off because I feel like such an awful person." He simply pulled of a smile in which it was practically impossible to see the dimple that was on the left side of his cheek.

"I'm five now, remember? I can't be cute, I'm not a little kid like I was before.

He had just turned six last week and every minute since then he wouldn't stop reminding us about how he wasn't a baby anymore and that he was a big kid now. He even wanted to prove it by comparing his and my height. This always made me smile because since I was on the short size he thought he was really tall. Not even reaching five feet at the age of sixteen I was stuck at four foot ten and he reached to just below my shoulders. This made him feel like he had tall for his age and therefore it would make him bigger than every other kid his age.

"Aliza? You ok?" He asked while gently tapping my head with his knuckles.

"Yeah, sorry kid. Kind of spaced out." I replied.

He gave me a cute confused frown and softly questioned what I had said. "…...what does that mean?"

Alex hated not knowing something, especially now that he thought he was a big kid. He had once confessed that he wanted to know everything like I did so I wouldn't ever be disappointed in having him as my brother. This had shocked me greatly since I didn't know he thought so highly of me. I had simply given him a sad look and probably the deadliest hug in his life, practically squishing the life out of him. I had looked him in the eye and told him that he would never disappoint me even if he tried, especially not for a silly thing like that.

"It just means that I stopped paying attention for a while, sorry. Why did you wake me up anyways?" I told him in the hopes of stopping his moping and possibly divert him from the knowledge he obviously didn't have. In an instant he straightened himself and threw me a grin, flashing his small white teeth.

"It's ok. Mom told me to wake you up. She wants you to help her make breakfast so your stuck with making pancakes. She was almost begging me to be the one to wake you and bring you downstairs, so here I am!"Alex explained giggling.

I had two sides when I woke up. I could either seriously wake up in a good mood or in the mood to go on a killing spree.

"Yeah, I can see that. Go tell mom I'll be down in a couple of minutes ok?" I smiled fondly as I shook my head at Alex when he almost tripped over the TARDIS slouch backpack laying on the floor. I rolled out of bed, gingerly picked it up then patted off the foot prints my brother had left behind. I smiled down at the bag. My best friend Kale had laughed at me when I had first gotten the bag because the fist thing I checked to see was if it was bigger in the inside. Kale would always remind me every so often of what I had said and had told all my friends who had watched Doctor Who about my little whovian episode. I had bought the bag thanks to my obsession with the show and was constantly buying new stuff related to it.

I placed the bag on my bed then headed toward my closet. I took out a pair of washed out skinny jeans, a white muscle t-shirt, my black leather jacket and my favorite pair of TARDIS blue converse and headed toward the bathroom.

Heading out of the bathroom and into my room I passed the pictures that were hanging in the wall. Most of them were of me and of Alex but a couple had me and Kale playing with Alex or doing something silly. Kale had been my best friend since elementary. Every weekend we would go somewhere together just to kill some time or get away form my mom when I had a fight with her. He had always been there for me when I most needed him but lately he had been avoiding me.

When I confronted him about it he had explained that his girlfriend didn't like that he spent so much time with me. I understood to a certain point but that didn't mean that I liked that he cared more about what his girlfriend thought than his best friend. She had just showed up one day and within the next few days she had started dating him and by doing that she had taken my only real friend.

I shook my head to try to get rid of those sad thoughts. I headed over to my TARDIS slouch backpack and opened it. I took out the vortex manipulator that was inside and strapped it to my wrist. Then I took out the sonic screwdriver and placed it in a hidden pocket on the inside of my leather jacket. Just owning stuff that was somehow involved with the Doctor gave me hope that I would really meet him someday.

It wasn't just a t.v. show to me. I knew that he was out there and I just had to wait for the right moment.

I shut the bag and took it with me when I headed into the kitchen.

My mom always called me obsessed since I never went anywhere without my Doctor Who things. I had always replied that I had to have them close to me incase the Doctor ever decided to rescue me from this dull universe.

She always smiled and pretended she didn't hear anything. My mom would tell everyone that I was just messing around and I never contradicted her because I knew she would take away my Doctor Who things away, but truthfully I would leave this place without even thinking about it twice. I had planned everything out. Inside my TARDIS backpack I had a replica of River Song's journal and written inside it were details of every Doctor Who episode I had ever watched. There were side notes on every episode written, about the people that died but could be saved and what must not happen. What the fixed points in time where and how to help the Doctor in some occasions.

What I had written about were only the episodes that were on Netflix from 2005 to current time. From the ninth Doctor to when the eleventh regenerated.

Along with my journal, inside the bag there was a fob watch with gallifreyan writing on the top clasp and many other that would be useful in certain episodes.

"Aliza!" I jumped out of my thoughts and quickly turned toward my mom who had called me.

She sternly looked at me. "Stop thinking about that alien."I gave her a wide eyed look. Did I seriously always space out and think about the Doctor? I did a bit but I had my reasons especially in such a dull place.

My mom simply pointed at the stuff to make pancakes that were scattered across the counter. I grinned at her and walked toward it but not before I hugged my mom on the way there.

I was sitting on the porch swing after breakfast, messing around with the vortex manipulator strapped to my wrist when I herd a metallic groaning. It wasn't any metallic groaning either. It was the sound that I had only heard coming from the t.v. or when I got a text message.

The TARDIS landing. There was no other sound like it. I quickly jumped up from my comfy spot and grabbing my TARDIS bag that was sitting right beside me and raced of to where I thought the sound was coming from. I raced of toward to the park scratching my arms along the way with the barb wire that was thrown carelessly in front of one of the houses I was running by. I stopped dead in my tracks almost falling over when I could no longer hear it. A big feeling of disappointment came crashing down on me. Was I too slow?

I looked around the park and saw nothing. I had to get a better view point. Slowly walking toward the tallest tree in the park, I began to climb it, increasing my speed the longer I climbed it.

I hadn't even reached the top when I slipped. I tried to reach toward one of the branches but it was to far away and I felt all the air leave me when I painfully collided with the grown. Everything felt broken and I was positive that I wouldn't survive. Everything just felt misplaced. I slowly opened my eyes to hear the sirens of the ambulance and hear people talking loudly but they didn't matter. I was more focused on what was in background. The blue police box. I let out a small smile as my eyes were beginning to close.

The last thing I saw was the doors to the TARDIS opening and golden tendrils of light reaching out towards me.

A/N: I'm doing the best I can but if you guys have any ideas on how I could make it better, I would really appreciate that.