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Ever look at yourself in the mirror and have to psych yourself up for the day? Everyone does that, right? It's normal. Only I don't do it like everyone else. They tell themselves to be confident. I have to tell myself to stay passive, calm. That I can't murder the person in front of me in the queue for taking their sweet ass time deciding. Because I very nearly shove that milk steam wand up their nose and steam their brain and serve it with noodles. But I get this from my mum. Well, my Dad. Missy. Only I also have my adopted Dad. The Doctor. He taught me that little bit of control where I can stay calm and tell myself I will not look good in orange. Actually, he told me to be nice, not naughty, but same thing. Then there's the butler. Or babysitter. Nardole, who makes my coffee and does the laundry. Basically all he's good for, apart from target practice with rubber band missiles, and somewhat stopping Dad, the adopted one, from shirking his responsibilities. Lastly, there's Bill. Bill Potts, my friend, and the person meant to be my Distraction from what we were hiding from. Dinner Lady, student, and Queen Bee. Little did they know, she was the whole reason we came back out into the universe. Let's just hope my Angelic father could stop me from following in my Demonic mother's footprints. Lasy
The Long Haul
