TRIGGER WARNING

Hi so I decided to write a new fanfic, again on Whouffle, because allot of people stereotype that people self-harm for attention and that as soon as they have stopped it's all over for them and they can be happy. Well no. That's not true and I found that out the hard way. So I wanted to write something showing the truth and I just really wanted to start a new Whouffle fanfic. Its M rated for many reasons. Read at your own risk.

Concealing The Truth.

'Clara Oswald, soufflé girl, the woman twice dead, the impossible girl is pathetic'. She thought to herself whilst looking in the mirror. 'Why? Oh why do I have to be so fat? I should start running... then again I'm too lazy; another reason to hate myself.' She collapsed backwards onto her bed with a sigh. She hid her face behind both her hands and groaned in anger. She sat back up and looked in the mirror again and began prodding her face. She pinched her nose then sighed again. 'Anyway, better start getting ready.' She thought and got up grabbing her bag and keys, locking her flat door behind her she hurried down the stairs, jumped into her car and set off for work.

Clara soon arrived at Coal Hill School. Looking at her watch and realizing she was nearly late she hoped out the car, grabbed the marked books from the back seat and ran to the school, swiping her card at the front office to sign in. She speed walks down the corridor to her class room laying her laptop bag on her desk and placing the marked books on the shelf behind her desk.

The bell rings for first lesson and her year eight English class begin piling into the class room.

"Morning guys. Did you all have a good weekend?" Clara says; trying to start u a conversation with the students. Which fails, as per usual, most of the students ignore her and some just look at her weirdly. She sighs and walks back to her desk and waits for everyone to settle down.

"Right, guys on the back row could you start handing out the Tempest books please." Clara tells some of the students whom sign and roll their eyes before reluctantly dragging themselves to hand the books out. "So let's re-cap on what happened in the book last lesson. Who can start us off?" She said; trying to motivate the class. "Come on guys I know it's a Monday morning but still… anyone any ideas? No?" She sighed.

Then finally, probably her favourite student in this class, Mojo put his hand up. He was a sweet kid, ginger, glasses, studied hard but got picked on by the other kids. But Clara was thankful for him as it proved to her that she had actually taught someone something. Mojo babbled on about what they had read last lesson whilst Clara wrote it up in note form on the board.

"Brilliant! Thanks Mojo. Anyone else want to add anything?" Clara asked the class again.

"Yeah!" Will, the joker of the class, started. "Mojo's a fucking teachers pet." He shouted and most of the class burst into laughter, a few students chucking little chopped up pieces of rubber at Mojo.

"Right!" Clara shouted and the class went silent; apart from the odd snigger from Will and a couple of other boys on the back row. "Will stand outside of the class room for a moment."

"No miss." He replied instantly.

"GET OUT NOW!" the whole class jumped. They had never heard her use that tone before.

Will stood up, hanging his head, and dragged his feet along the floor as he left the room.

"As for the rest of you! Silent reading whilst I'm out the room. If I hear any messing around you will be back at break time." She warned them. Clara didn't want them back at break time, she would much rather have some more quiet time to herself, but if it got the class to shut up she would do it.

She marched out the class room to talk to Will who was stood opposite the class room door leaning on the wall.

"Right, well for a start you can tuck your shirt in and do your tie up." She waited until he had done so till she carried on. "What makes you think that A, it is exactable to use that language in my class room, and B, to talk to your fellow class mate like that? Just because Mojo actually sits down and gets the work done does not mean he's a teacher's pet. He's eager to learn and unlike the rest of the class he actually wants to learn listens. I can tell you now that if you carry on with this behaviour there is very little chance you will pass your English GCSE." She told him; he still had his head hung, eyes looking at his shoes. "Now I want you to go back in there and apologise to Mojo in front of the class. Is that clear?" Clara told him.

"Yes miss." He replied.

"Good, now go ahead.

Will walked back in and apologised to Mojo, which Mojo accepted and said it was alright.

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It came to break time and there was a knock on her door.

"Come in." Clara called. The door opened and the Doctor stepped through.

"Hello Clara!" He called with the usual cute grin.

"Doctor?! What are you doing here, it's not Wednesday." She told him.

"Oh. Is it. TARDIS is a bit off recently. Where do you want to go then, we could go to the moon of stringock, wonderful view of the biblo star constellation." He started.

"Doctor I can't. I've got another lesson in-" She looked down at her watch. "-Less than ten minutes."

"Clara, it's a time machine."

"Doctor you just said that the TARDIS is a bit off. I would rather not risk it." She pointed out to him. "Come back later, after school, and then maybe I will come with you."

"Ugh fine. Four o'clock at your flat?" He asked before he left.

"Four o'clock" She confirmed. "I'll see you then."

"See you then Soufflé girl!" He called back to her as he left the room.

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The rest of the day went quickly and before she knew she was driving back to the Powell Estate in Southwark. As she parked she noticed the familiar blue box was parked across the road. The Doctor stepped out as soon as she got out the car. He waved and began to walk over to her.

She began to grab her laptop bag and some more books out of the boot of her car.

"Do you want some help?" He asked; taking some of the books anyway.

"Thanks." She said. They walked up to her flat and placed the books down in her small study room where she marked most of her books. "Just let me get dressed out of my work clothes and I will be with you in a minute." She smiled before skipping off into her room.

She went to the mirror and looked at her self; her small smile turning into a frown.' Why can't I be skinny?' She thought as she pulled one of her red dress out of her wardrobe and slipped it one. Slipping a pair of her black books on and wrapping a black cardigan around her arms. She lightly kissed the photo of her mother, which sat beside her bed, before she left the room to go on another adventure with the guy she secretly had fallen in love with but knew that he would never feel the same way about her. The painful thought crept in that he was only letting her travel with him out of sympathy because she didn't have any other close friends, she wasn't pretty and she was just an ordinary fat teacher who wasn't good at her job and she would almost definitely never find love.

She grabbed her hand bag which sat by the front door and ran back into the living room where the Doctor sat scanning things with his sonic screwdriver.

"You ready to go?" She asked him.

"Yep!" He replied; jumping up with excitement. He turned round and looked at her and his mind lost thought for a second as he took her in. He saw she got more beautiful every time he saw her. He grinned and took her hand and they both ran down the block to the TARDIS.

They clambered into the blue box and didn't take off for a few minutes.

"How was your day at school then?" The Doctor asked; polishing one of the leavers.

"It was alright, same old boring stuff." She replied. "What about you?"

"Did nothing really, apart from came and seeing you at break, I didn't do anything apart from a few repairs on the old girl." He lied, he had jumped straight into the future to see her again after break. He wouldn't admit it but he loved seeing Clara, she fixed him. "Right then. Let's be off!" He said with a push off a lever and the pull of a pump. He ran around the console to the side by Clara, who was giggling, and pulled another lever. They were off.

"Only one trip, I have work tomorrow." She told him whilst the TARDIS rattled. It turned out to be four trips, mostly because they got chased and because they had to get a baby back to Padaleck five.

Clara left the TARDIS grinning and waved him off. She skipped back up to her flat and made herself a cup of tea. She went in one of the cupboards in the kitchen on the hunt for some biscuits. Just as she took the packet out of the cupboard she looked at the amount of calories and thought maybe not, placing them back on the shelf and shutting the cupboard door.

She sat down in her living room watching the TV and sipping her tea. After she had finished she went to her bedroom feeling exhausted from the adventures with the Doctor. She lay down on her bed in her pyjamas and went on her laptop. She went on Tumblr, scrolling through the posts of Sherlock, Game Of Thrones and Ryan Gosling but she stopped when she came across a quote saying:

"It's all for attention right?

She cuts herself for attention, doesn't she?

She thinks everyday about suicide.

She starves herself.

She cries herself to sleep,

She's broken.

But it's all for attention, right?"

Clara read it over in her head a couple of times. She looked at the tags on the image and clicked on one saying '#Seceret_Society123' she frowned at the images that came up but couldn't help but stare. 'I will never do this to myself. Never.' She thought. But time already new that wasn't a promise she would be able to keep.

Ok so done with this chapter. Depressing slightly I know. This chapter personally seems slightly boring but when the story gets started hopefully it will be a bit better. Sorry for any triggers. Thanks for ready though! I'll get started on the next chapter right away.