[ WP ] One day , in High School , you unintentionally get into a fight and are stabbed in the process . As you lie dying on the floor with everyone around you , you notice that your hands and face are beginning to glow a fiery yellow . You seem to be `` regenerating . ''

Everything happened so quick, I couldn ’ t believe it. I had gone to school, went through the first five classes like I always did, half asleep and remembering almost nothing. Then lunch rolled around, and suddenly I was wide awake, chowing down on a sandwich like you wouldn ’ t believe. Then, Jennifer came over. 
 Jennifer… 
 Jen was a bitch beyond all bitches. She dressed with so little cloth that I ’ m surprised the statue outside, of some person or other, didn ’ t blush. Yet she lambasted anyone who showed a little shoulder as a whore. Basically, a hypocrite in every way she could be, a notorious slut, and on top of all that she had some vendetta against me personally. 
 It might be because this one time, she was making fun of everyone, as she always did in every class, but when she got to me she decided to call me a fag. Exact words, she didn ’ t try to go politically correct at all. I responded “ Your mother would disagree with that, I think. ” Simple, off the cuff insult, but for just a moment she was the laughing stock. I don ’ t think she would ever let that go, and today proved it. 
 “ Hey Sam, suck any dick today? ” She said in passing. 
 Today, I just ignored her. The sandwich was good, the soda had actually stayed cool in my bag, and my bag of chips wasn ’ t crushed at all. I was so happy I didn ’ t feel the need to belittle a woman who would no doubt do it for me soon enough. 
 “ What, having trouble counting that high? ” She laughed. I sighed and put the sandwich down. 
 “ Nah, I just can ’ t come up with a witty retort. You are so stupid, everyone around you loses an IQ point every time you open your cunt mouth, and I think you ’ ve finally worn me down to base insults. Well done. ” I said. I had never actually sworn before in my insults to her, I usually turned the joke around to her being a whore. 
 She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, and I made an act of suddenly seeming less bright. Her current boyfriend, a young man named Fred, came over. He draped an arm over her shoulder and smiled. 
 “ Jen, hun, what ’ s the matter? ” He asked, either genuinely not knowing or acting like a pro. 
 “ Sam called me a cunt. ” She whispered, an angry hiss. Fred ’ s face went stone cold the moment the word passed her lips. 
 “ THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO HER?! ” He yelled, stepping towards me. I stood slowly, my knees protesting the shift. 
 “ I called her a whorish cunt, who made everyone more stupid every time she talked. ” I said matter of factly. 
 “ You sonuvabitch! ” Fred said, leaning into to a sudden punch. I stepped back quickly, nearly tripping over my chair. He started to swing wildly, only landing a glancing blow to my ear. My glasses flew off, and everything went into a badly focused fracas. 
 With all my strength, I picked up the chair I nearly tripped over and flung it at him. I heard a sickening crack as it hit his teeth, knocking most of them out of his jaw. He roared, dully, and charged at me. I didn ’ t notice the pain at first as I tried to push him off me. My arms were weak and suddenly I was cross-eyed as well as blurry-eyed. 
 Then, a sharp ache wracked my body. I looked down, and just in my point of focus was a knife. A comically huge knife, it seemed to me. My mind blathered on about where he would hide such a monstrosity as he pulled it out with a wet squelch. As he brought it down again, he was tackled aside by the schools police liaison causing the blade to merely cut deep into me, instead of stab my heart again. 
 Nothing hurt after that, oddly enough. I thought my body would be on fire, but shock it seemed would set in first. As my breathing became too hard to continue, I noticed a light. 
 The tales are true, I thought. I wonder if it ’ s my God up there, or if someone else will greet me, I pondered as the light seemed to envelope my body. I closed my eyes, ready to awaken in whatever afterlife would suit me, when I noticed that the light disappeared. 
 Gasps could be heard, and I cautiously opened one eye. Everything was in clear focus as I looked around at the gathering students. 
 “ What, what ’ s wrong? ” I asked, in a voice different to my own. I frowned, and tried again to speak in my voice. “ What ’ s wrong with my voice? ” 
 A girl began to scream, but for a moment before she fainted. I stood up, all pain gone from my body. I looked down, my considerable gut no longer in view. My shirt hung loosely off my shoulders, and then I felt a breeze across my buttocks. Twisting around, I saw that I was bare assed to the world, my clothes had been for a larger body than I possessed, and my belt had nothing to hold onto. 
 Bending over quickly, I grabbed the pants off the floor and held them up to my waist. I blushed and looked around, noticing Jen was particularly stunned. 
 “ The hell you looking at? ” I asked. “ Give me your pocket mirror. ” I demanded. In a stupor, she reached into her purse and handed it over to me. I opened it up and looked at my small visage. 
 My hair was long and curly, but as blonde as before. My nose seemed larger, more pointed, and my jaw certainly had more… manliness to it. I was different, completely and utterly, and my only thought on that matter was “ interesting. ” 
 As I walked to Fred, now stupefied and handcuffed, a harsh wind began to fill the room, and a light brighter than the sun flashed. 
 “ You, stop, now! ” A voice ordered as I neared Fred. The officer was walking backwards, fearing me for some reason. I kneeled next to Fred and looked at him. 
 “ You have to listen to me, it ’ s of the utmost importance. ” The voice said, running around the scattered refuse to enter my view. A tall gentleman, with greying hair and a fantastic jacket. 
 “ What is? ” I said, placing my hand, rather roughly, onto Fred ’ s chest. 
 “ You, you have… ” The man stumbled across what seemed to be a dozen emotions and ideas at once. “ You ’ ve regenerated, you died and came back. Like me! ” he said. 
 “ Like you? ” I asked. If this man was telling the truth, then life was about to get very interesting. 
 “ Yes, but if you want to know more, about your power, about me, you need to let him go and come with me. ” He pleaded. I couldn ’ t let go of Fred fast enough. The man had answers to what must be the most interesting question in the universe. He led me to a blue phone booth, marked “ Police ”, that most certainly hadn ’ t been there before. 
 “ What do I call you? ” I asked as I walked into the box with him. 
 “ I ’ m the doctor, and this is the TARDIS. What do you think, eh? ” He asked, spinning around to indicate a space that clearly couldn ’ t fit inside the booth. 
 “ Okay, this is probably the second weirdest thing I ’ ve seen today, just behind dying and coming back. ” I answered. He didn ’ t look happy at that answer. 

