Ali was sitting at home, talking to his best friend, Vicki, on facebook. Not much had happened on this normal day. Ali had gone to school, been bullied as usual, been told off by the teachers for doing nothing wrong, sat by himself at lunch and went home exhausted. He was happy that Vicki was on, even if she did live in England. The conversation itself was about a recent problem Ali had had in self confidence....
“No, I’m a jerk. I just don’t think I’m a nice person...” said Ali.
“Uh, Ali, your awesome. And what a Vicki says is always true and will always happen.” Replied Vicki.
“lol, so, lets say...hmm....you wouldn’t mind just saying that the TARDIS will appear beside me with an instruction manual inside it, would you?” asked Ali, joking.
“Uh...yeah...what he said.” Said Vicki.
There was a long pause.
“Vicki, you are NOT going to believe this...”said Ali.
“What?” replied Vicki.
“There’s a blue box beside me...” said Ali. “I’m going to check this out...”
Ali got up and walked inside the familiar blue police box, and to his complete amazement, found that it was bigger in the inside than on the outside.
“Uh...problem...” he said to Vicki.
“No instruction manual?” she replied.
“Not...exactly. There is one, but its...well...50000 pages long.” Said Ali.
He looked around the TARDIS, checking each door to see what it held. Then he came across something peculiar. It was a small machine, just the right soze for his arm.
“I have GOTTA try this...” he said, smiling. Ali put his arm in the machine and a second later pulled it out, after yelling. “Sheesh! What did that thing just inject me with?!” He took a few steps before stopping. “No...” His laptop pinged.
“Ali?” said Vicki.
“You’re not going to belive this...” replied Ali.
“What?” asked Vicki.
“Two hearts...” Ali smiled and ran to the center of the TARDIS, grabbing the instruction manual. “Ah, screw this....to England!” He laughed and pulled a lever, and with that, he arrived outside Vicki’s door. He walked out of the TARDIS, still wearing his school uniform. “Vicki!” he shouted. A girl sticked her head out the top window. She smiled. “No...”
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