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Hello everyone I’m Clara Maxel and this is the story of how I met The Doctor. The story will be written in the third person. It’s sort of long so I will post different parts at different times. Stay tuned for more!

The Doctor

I was not present when this happened but the doctor told me about it.

The Doctor was in the Tardis with Donna as he was always now; “Alright” the Doctor clapped his hands together, “Where would you like to go, Paris 1895, galifeium- ooh such a lovely planet, nice food there-, a meteor shower back during early Earth, you know the thing you humans call dinosaurs were actually-” There was a bang at the door of the Tardis. “BANG, BANG, BANG,” Donna looked at the Doctor confused, “Doctor, what- how?”

“We’re in the middle of the space time continuum I don’t know what it is but I’m gonna find out!”

The Doctor opened the door of the Tardis and looked out. A white shimmering cube flew into the Tardis hitting the Doctor in the forehead and flying toward Donna. Donna shot her hand out and hit the cube toward The Doctor, who caught it. “Doctor, what is it?” Donna asked worried and confused, “I’ve got mail.” exclaimed The Doctor.

Ideas

Friday night, fifteen year old Clara Maxel was sitting in her room trying to write her story for English I. Thinking of ideas was a hard thing to do. She wrote ideas then crumpled them up. Idea after idea were thrown out and crumpled papers were piling the side of the exasperated Clara’s bed. Finally, after many failed attempts at writing, Clara opened her laptop to Google to search ‘short story ideas for class’. After that was no success, she posted the open-ended question:

‘Need idea for English I short story…. please help, desperate! - ClarMax’

Answers

After a couple of minutes, replies came pouring in. Clara scrolled through many answers but nothing good came out.

Clara closed her eyes and hit the back of her head against the wall once, frustrated. She sat there like this for what felt like forever until the familiar bing of her laptop shook her out of the trance. She sighed and prepared herself for the unintelligent answer her computer bing had warned her of. But, when she opened her laptop to see the newest answer, she was surprised at the wellness of it.

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The Doctor and Donna's Answer

'Dear ClarMax, for your short story issue-problem-desperation I have the perfect solution! You could write about a girl who is on the bus and sees something out of the corner of her eye, she yells and suddenly gun-shots start to go off. The girl is faced with a choice of jumping of the person and risking her life or waiting for the police to show up, but by then people will have died. Sorry to give you such a hard choice, but it's one you will have to make..... for your writing of course.

With Sincerest Hopes, The Doctor And Donna!'

Clara sat reading the answer from the people called The Doctor and Donna and the story started flooding into her head. She quickly pulled up a new document and started typing her story about the girl on the bus. The only trouble Clara came to was at the end, she just couldn’t decide what the girl chose to do; would she choose to jump on the firing man, or wait for the police. Clara thought it should have been an easy choice, but for some reason it wasn’t so. She then decided to wait until the next day to finish her short story.

(How I felt about the ending)

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The Bus Part 1

Clara woke in the morning of the next day, got ready, and boarded the bus to the store she worked at. Her mind trying to decide the ending to her story; does the girl jump or wait for the police? She sat down in the middle of the bus and stared out the window. Jump or wait, jump or wait, her mind went on and on. If she jumps she will surely die, but she will have been a hero. But if she waits, she will have saved her life but who knows how many others would have been dead by then, Clara thought. As she was thinking this, Clara noticed something, a reflection in her window. The reflection was of something silvery and shiny, Clara immediately thought of the story idea the people called The Doctor and Donna gave her. She yelled, “Get down!” just as the first shot went straight into the window she was looking out of.

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The Bus Part II

No no no this isn’t happening, she thought, this must just be a dream, but the second gun shot was enough to tell her this was not. She thought of her story, what had happened there, but how would those peopl- “boom” another shot, it doesn’t matter right now, she thought. Clara remembered, and Clara knew. She knew that she had to make the choice, the one she was faced in writing her story; does she jump or wait. Clara looked out from where she was ducking and noticed the shooter was only two seats ahead of her in the aisle, she could reach him; but it might kill her. Clara also thought of waiting for the police, surely somebody would have thought to call them. But then another shot went off, and the answer was clear, it had always been this clear but Clara had just been to scared to realize it. Clara stood up in her seat. Clara jumped. The screaming people watched as Clara jumped onto the firing man. She jumped right on top of the guy firing and they both went down. Clara heard a gun shot and her vision went blurry, I guess this is it, she thought, and everything went black.

(Gives you kind of an example of me tackling him, but it wasn't as nice)

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After...

Voices swirled into Clara’s head “Going to live”, “Donna get out of here”, “Stupid spaceman” and her name, “Clara, Clara”. She opened her eyes and blinked in the bright light “Am I dead” she thought, “Nope not dead, you just hit your head hard,” or at least she thought she said it in her head. Clara looked at the man speaking who must have been her doctor he had brunette, messy hair and brown eyes; she recognized his voice as one she heard when she was out. Suddenly, memories started flooding into her head, “The bus, the shooting, is everyone-” the Doctor cut her off “Yes everybody is fine nobody was injured, actually I think you got the worst of it”. Clara sighed and looked at the Doctor’s name tag to thank him but all it said was ‘The Doctor’. “Sorry, but what’s your name, Doctor who?” asked Clara “Precisely! Just The Doctor,” he turned to face her and smiled. “Now you’ll be ready to go home by tomorrow i guess,” the name, Clara remembered the name, “The food tastes terrible.” The Doctor stated and Clara realized she had spaced out.

The Truth

“Sorry,” Clara started, “But have I talked to you before, have I- this is going to sound weird but was it you who told me what was going to happen on the bus?”

“Why yes of course it was me!” exclaimed The Doctor.

“I got your message up in my Tardis in space, long story short, I’m a timelord- time traveller I guess you could say- and I knew what was to happen in your future but I had to warn you and if I didn’t terrible things would have happened. But, I had to leave the choice up to you, I couldn’t force you to do anything”.

Donna Noble

Clara head swam with this information trying to make sense of it. The nurse, a woman named Donna, walked in the room. With her entrance the door make a screeching noise “That squeaking door must be fixed!” The Doctor exclaimed and ran over there with a strange screwdriver in his hand. The nurse Donna who had light brown, almost red hair came over to Clara, who remember the name at the end of the answer she received and figured this must be her. “To know you is an honor” the nurse called Donna said, “Donna please no spoilers, geez the girl doesn’t even know what she is going to be! Oh and Clara this is my friend Donna Noble,” The Doctor said while fixing the door. Donna sighed and mumbled stupid spaceman under her breath, just like Clara heard when she was out; then looked at Clara, “Sorry about that guy. After all,” she paused, “The Doctor’s favorite activity is helping people.” Donna smiled at her. “Doctor, we need to leave,” Donna stated.

(Donna Noble)

Leaving

“Yea well the Tardis emergency thing you gave me keeps going off and I can’t stand the blinking light anymore its gonna give me a seizure!” Donna argued back.

The Doctor thought for a moment and said “Fine okay, we have to go”. The Doctor’s decision to leave early was saddening for Clara. Clara turned to the Doctor, “Will I ever see you again?” she asked.

“Of course you will!” The Doctor stated matter-of-factly “Not soon, but wait Clara. You will be--no, you are extremely important and when you get older you will know, and then I can visit you”.

The Doctor walked out the hospital door with Donna who waved and said goodbye to Clara. When they were outside the door, Donna asked “Doctor, who does she grow up to be? You said somebody very important, but who?” The Doctor smiled and stated as true as day and night the truth about Clara, “Clara is to become the first female president of the United States of America.” he said it quietly, hoping Clara didn’t hear him through the door, but she did.

Flying Away

Clara watched them walk out the hospital and toward something that seemed out of place. A blue police box with strange writing was sitting outside. The Doctor and Donna walked into the mysterious police box and Clara wondered how they both fit in it but dismissed the thought, thinking after all, he is an alien. Suddenly the police box slowly began to fade away. Clara smiled and shook her head, her mind on what the Doctor had said about her becoming the President. Well, better start preparing a speech, Clara thought just as the door opened and her family came in.

Epilogue

After the hospital and all the reporters in her face asking for her side of the story, Clara got to go home. Her life slowly went back to normal and Clara finally finished her story for English I, having the ending now. The man on the bus was sentenced to prison for the rest of his life and Clara was given many awards for being The Bus Hero, as they called her. She got mail from The Doctor, telling her of their latest adventures and the story of how he came to tell Clara about the bus. Clara researched The Doctor online and read many stories of people who had met him also. Clara was determined to write about her experience with The Doctor and Donna. So, she did slowly but surely, and awaited the day he returned.

The Doctor and Donna Noble

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