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[blame-it-on-the-bbc]

Today I wore a fez to school.

One person stole my fez, put it on, said "fezzes are cool," and pulled out a sonic screwdriver.

[blame-it-on-the-bbc]

"A Very Whovian New Year."

I sit with my fish-fingers and custard and watch the clock intensely, taking care to make sure it is the source of the light ticking I hear.

It is.

My sister enters the kitchen as the hands click towards 11:58.

“I see you two are gearing up for that New Years kiss?”

“Shhh; I’m timing it for 12:00 sharp. That way, when the Doctor finds me, I can tell him exactly what time to revisit.”

She rolls her eyes and exits, leaving us alone again.

11:59.

“It’s almost time,” I whisper softly.

No reply. 

No surprise.

10 seconds left.

5 seconds.

2.

“Happy New Year Sexy.”

And I lean over and plant my first kiss of 2013.

But my TARDIS replica, being a TARDIS replica, does not kiss back. 

I sigh and decide on a New Year’s Resolution…

“I need to get myself a boyfriend.”