Alright my lovelies, I had to create an excuse for creating writing and this is what i can up with.
“You’re
late. Go to the office.”
“But
Ms. Anderson,” I began to explain. “I would have been on time if it wasn't for
The Doctor.”
“Do
you have a note?”
“No,
he’s not that kind of doc-“
“Go
to the office.”
“Why
were you late?” The principle inquired.
“It’s
a long story…” ‘He’s never gonna believe this.’ I thought to myself.
“I have
time.”
“Well,
last night, I was doing my homework you see when I heard a strange pulsing
sound coming from the back yard.”
“What
was it?” He was intrigued with my story.
“I
ran out back to see and I find a blue police box standing in the center of the
yard.”
Sarcastically,
“A blue police box? Like the phone booths in London?”
“Yes!
Exactly like that!” I exclaimed. “I don’t know what came over me, but I had the
strongest inclination to go and knock on the door. I approached the police box
and right before my hand touched the door, it opened and this man with insane
hair walked out. “Ello there.” He said with a British accent. I asked who he
was very nervously and he replied quite fast with a look on his face that
reminded me a child with candy, “I’m The Doctor!” Then he rushed into my house
and started riffling through my kitchen drawers.”
“Alright,
when is this going to get to why you were late?” He clearly lost interest in my
tale.
“Okay,
I’ll skipped ahead a bit. So he ended up dragging me into the police box and I was
in awe. There was an entire room in there, and not like a closet, I mean like a
factory sized room. He explained to me that it was a T.A.R.D.I.S, (Time and
relative dimensions in space,) disguised to look like a police box.
“A
Tardis?” He looked at me as if I was completely and utterly mad.
“A
time machine.” And there was that look again. “He pushed a few buttons and
pulled a few levers and said, “Watch this.” The loud pulsing sound started
again. Once it stopped, the Doctor opened up the door and we were, in what I guessed
to be, ancient Greece. He took me out of the Tardis and I wandered around,
dragging my jaw behind me.”
Completely
unconvinced of my story, “Okay, so he took you to ancient Greece, right? What
did this “Doctor” look like?”
“A
lot like Christopher Eccleston.” He just looked like he wanted to slap me at
this point.
“So
Eccleston took you to Greece, how does this pertain to your being late?”
“Well
to sum it up, we ran around ancient Greece for a few hours and he brought me
back to our time, but when we got back, the Tardis had landed on my car and
crushed it like a flapjack. So I had to walk to school this morning.”
After
that the principle just gave me a pass and sent me back to my teacher without a
word.
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