{remember me for we shall meet again};;

I blew into this world on a leaf, I'm not sure if I'll ever land.

I'm Clara Oswald, I'm the impossible girl--and I was born to save the Doctor.

 

( what would ellie do? )

actualproperclara:

     _{It was a Wednesday this year. Imagine that.}

     _{They were doing poetry for the next few lesson days. Exams were coming up for them. She could probably have gotten the day off if she asked but she asked herself:}

                                                                                  _{What would Ellie do, what would Ellie do?}

     _{Clara stayed. It wasn’t going to last the whole day, she reasoned, and the kids needed her. She’d discussed a poem in class that day. A contemporary one. It was a poem meant to be heard and for the sake of that class, she didn’t show them a video of it or anything. She memorised it. It wasn’t all too difficult, she’d memorised loads of poems in her tenure. But this one? The room hushed when she spoke, when she recited. Her voice was clear and it rang out——}

             _{❝If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom”, she’s going to call me ‘Point B’…
                Because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can——
                always find her way back                                                                                   to me.❞}

 

     _{When the bell rang to mark the end of the class, her students rose up from their chairs. They had appreciated her effort and the lesson, she guessed, as most of them were greeting her a good day by the end of it and that they’ll see her tomorrow. She’d seen a few smiles during the whole of it. A few nods. Some of them had put a hand against their hands and clutched, as if trying to claw away at some hidden, forbidden emotion that they didn’t know human hearts were capable of. It was quite a sensory poem. She’d not given them homework.} 

     _{She’d turned to face the board, erasing what she had written previously, when one of her students approached her. Kacey her name was. The others were gathering up their things, talking amongst themselves in a cascade of unintelligible sound. The girl was asking about a paper that was due in a week, bless her heart. Clara answered dutifully, as she always did. After the quick conversation, Kacey had remarked casually on what Clara was wearing.}

     _{❝You look nice today, Miss Oswald.❞
     ❝Oh, thanks very much, Kacey.❞
     ❝Have you got a date or something?❞
             ❝                                 I suppose you could say that.❞}

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