Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I ran down the sidewalk towards the park, angry tears filling my eyes.

Stupid school, stupid class, stupid test.

Stupid me.

I forgot about the algebra test today. Even if I hadn't, I didn't understand the material. It's not as if I didn't try. I spent a lot of time working on it, but whenever it was time for the test, it was like I had never looked at an equation before. I was going to fail the stupid class and there was nothing I could do.

Reaching the park, I slammed my backpack hard against the ground and dropped in front of a tree.

It was cold and drizzly, the kind of day when anyone with sense chooses to stay inside where it's warm and dry. At least no one was around to see me.

I'm never going to understand this. Any of it. I'm useless. That's all I am. Stupid and useless. I need help.

I punched my backpack angrily and started to sob.

It wasn't just the test. It was never just one thing. I was a coward. A pushover. I never wanted to burden anyone with my problems, so I pushed my feelings down and pasted a fake smile on my face. I never let anyone know when I needed help. It hurt keeping everything bottled up, but I always thought it was selfish to call attention to myself. But the worst part? The worst part wasn't the pain or the pretending.

It was that everyone believed it.

As much as I wanted to keep everything hidden, what I wanted most was for someone to see me. Really see me. To look past the fake smile and just hold me. Someone to tell me that everything would be okay, that I would be okay.

I curled up into a ball against the cold and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to clear the tears out of them. I felt like I was going to suffocate. I took a deep, shuddering breath in and let it out in a pitiful, half sob-half whimper.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise. It sounded like something you might hear in a science fiction movie or one of those video games my younger brother plays.

Panicked, I stumbled up and spun on my heel in time to see something large and blue materialize. I stepped closer and saw that it was a police call box. Like the ones they have in London.

No. No. I'm seeing things. I'm overly stressed and tired and-

My thoughts were quickly silenced as the door to the box opened and a tall figure strode out confidently.

"Hello. I'm the Doctor."

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A/N

Well. Hello! I'm Savannah and this my first story on Wattpad! *cheers for self* I write a lot, but most of my stuff is in random notebooks scattered around my room, so I don't really post a lot. I do have one short story posted on my friend's account, God_is_my_only . She is awesome by the way, and one of my best friends, so go follow her. She also introduced me to Wattpad, so kudos to her. She's got a new story up right now called The Road and it's really good. But yeah, I wrote an ending to one of her stories called Dreamer's Island and she liked it, so she put it up as her official ending. Other than that, this is my first story on here. And now I'm getting cold feet about posting it. *sweats*

Comments, votes, and follows are appreciated if you like the story! I am always open to constructive criticism, as long as you are polite about it. Thanks guys!

-Savannah