The Girl of Time (Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter 6

Hey people! I would like to thank all of you who have stuck around with me for this book. I know there are a few spelling errors and such, so when I have time I will be going through and fixing those. I know this has gotten a bit dull, but I'll try my best to sort of speed this all up. So keep on being the great people you all are, and enjoy!
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After thinking about all there is to think about, Stan finally showed up in the car. I didn't say a word during the whole car ride. When we got home, I went outside and walked down to my swing. I was still upset with the psychologist. Well, let's face it, I was upset with her, but I'm more upset with the fact that I still don't know what's wrong with me. I'm certain the Doctor is real, but what if he's not? What if this is all just some big hallucination? Could I be seeing things? No, they ruled that out a long time ago. Whatever I have, it has only happened to me. I mean, my heart stops, I pretty much die. It's more than just a coma, it's like I have two different bodies that I switch between. I'm just...so...confused.

      "You've gotta come up for dinner, Bree," a little boy named Sam says breaking my thought.

      "I'm not hungry."

      "Ann and Stan say you've gotta come."

      "I don't care."

      "YOU HAVE TO!!!!!"

       "Okay! Fine. I'll be up in a minute."

       Nodding his head, Sam skips up to the house. That kid is scary, and he's only like six years old. I don't want to go eat, Ann somehow found out about the Psychologist situation and she's blaming me for it. I've been on her bad side lately, and she's really taking it out on me. No matter, I still have to go up and eat. Yay. For. Me.

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      "I need to talk to you all for a second. I have an announcement," Ann says. Her "announcements" have never been good, so I'm scared to find out what this one is.

      "Stan and I have decided to retire, so that means no more kids will be coming here. In six months, me and Stan will be moving away to a different state." Lots of gasps and whispers erupt from the table.

      "Um, but what if we don't get adopted?" A girl asks.

      "We are right now trying to find new foster homes for all of you, and almost all of you have been accepted into new homes. However, a very small amount of you (she looks directly at me) have not yet been accepted into new homes."

      Well, that's just great isn't it? I will be stuck here until either, a) I'm adopted, b) a different foster family takes me in, or c) I turn 18 and I'm forced to leave (honestly, this one's most likely.)

      Ann continues, " I can assure you though, that we are trying to very best to get you situated into a new home as soon as possible."  They can try all they want, but trust me, six months is not enough time.

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      I have two months left to find a home. There is only one other kid left. Her name is Marla, and she's just a little younger than me. She can't hear very well, so she has to use sign language and read people's lips. I really like her, and I've learned a little bit of sign language just so I can communicate with her easier.

      Ann has told us that there is one foster family coming that might take us in, so we need to be perfect. She said if these people don't accept us, they don't know who will take us. As long as I don't go into a dream, I think I'll be okay.

      Marla and I sit on a couch in the living room with our legs crossed and smiles on our faces when the foster family comes in. Actually, it's just two ladies. Well, two ladies holding enough paperwork to fill a horse.

      "Hi!! This is Mary, and my name is Susan. You must be Ann!" She says, shaking Ann's hand. This woman is way to perky.

      "Oh, and this must be Marla, and Brielle!" Marla looks confused, Susan talks so fast it must be hard to read her lips. I just wave to them and Marla eventually catches on.

After Susan and Mary sit, they get right to business. They said a lot of really long, boring, over complicated things, so I'll just skip to the important stuff.

Mary: "So, as you know, me and Susan both help relocate children to foster families all over the country. We know that you are currently trying to get yourself moved out, so you can't have the children any longer."

Me under my breath: "Those kids have names you know."

Ann: "That's correct. Me and my husband really want to travel, and we can't do that with foster children. We have almost all of our foster children relocated. But, Brielle and Marla, specifically Brielle, due to their special requirements, it has been difficult to find people to take them on."

Susan: "Yes, that's right. I was meaning to talk to you about that. Now, I know Marla has impaired hearing, but I'm a bit confused about Brielle. What exactly does she have?"

Ann: "Well, we don't know exactly. As I said, she goes into these sort of comas, but they only last a few minutes. She wakes up fine, but she sort of...hallucinates while she's in the coma."

Susan: "So, you don't know what it is?"

Ann: "Well.....no, she has yet to be properly diagnosed."

Mary: "Okay, well, here's the thing. We have a family just a few minutes from here willing to take both children. They are 100% on board with taking in Marla. But, they are not comfortable keeping a child with a serious unknown condition. They have small children, and they don't want other children possibly harming them."

Ann: "Oh, but Brielle is fine! She can't do anything major."

Mary: "But, I'm aware you keep her in a separate room due to disturbances she causes?"

Ann: "Well, yes. But, if you could just..."

Susan: "Listen, until you can give us a doctor's diagnosis of her condition, we can't take her in. However, if you can fill out these forms, we can begin getting Marla transferred over to the new foster family."

Susan hands Ann a handful of papers. Ann looks pretty happy to get rid of another kid. As for me, I'm heartbroken. Marla is all situated. But me, unless they can diagnose me, I don't know what I'm going to do. Ann and Stan already sold their house to the city so they can tear it down and put in some road, and we have two months to move out. Ann and Stan decided they want to travel the country, so I seriously don't know what's going to happen to me.

After Ann fills out the forms, Susan says, "Great! We can actually get Marla to her new place tomorrow! If you can figure out whats wrong with Brielle, we can take her too. Oh my! Look at the time! We need to leave. Thank you!"

Hang on, did I hear her right? Figure out whats wrong with me? Wow. I mean, just wow. 

After they leave, Ann tells us to go up to our rooms, and I follow Marla to her room (it used to house all the kids, but since she's the only one left, it's now considered "her room".)

She turns to me with a perplexed look on her face. Confused. She signs. What happened?

They will take you. They won't take me. I sign.

Why not?

They don't know what's wrong with me.

That not fair!

Yeah. I sign, sighing. I know.

I tell her I have to go, and I go to my own room. I just climb on my bed. I'm such a mix of emotions right now. I can't function. I just lay in bed and close my eyes.