A/N: Well! Here we go my first fanfic! I wasn't sure there were many band fanfics for Doctor Who so I was like hey I am a band geek, why don't I go and write one! I know everyone hates OC's but I just had to insert this one. Haha, and guess who the OC is based off of? *nudge nudge wink wink* Myself! Well, the OC is just a minor role to help Clara out. Lastly, many thanks to my awesome beta-reader mircosedy! She was big help! :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All rights to BBC. Though I wish I owned Doctor Who. How cool would that be?
Clara clutched her trombone case nervously, running her fingers over the smooth handle.
"You nervous Clara?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of the road.
"Maybe a little." Clara replied honestly.
Her father chuckled and extended his arm to pat her on the back. "Kiddo there is no reason to be nervous. I am sure all those band kids will love you! And think about your mother! She would be so happy!"
Her heart sank in her chest at the thought of her mother, even though her mother passed away when she was eleven She had tried to bottle up the death of her mother but she knew she wouldn't be able to let it go. But, she was still delighted at what she was doing. Her mother played the trombone in her schools marching band and her mother was always telling her about the delightful times she had with her marching band friends. They stuck with her forever, even though they went their different ways in life, they sometimes met up. Clara recalled how happy her mother was when she visited her friends and how delighted they were when they heard that Clara was following in her footsteps.
The reason Clara hadn't been in the marching band was because the school she attended before she moved didn't have one. It was a letdown but she joined every band club in existence, she was in the top band at school, jazz band, honors band and she even made the county band a couple of times.
The new school she was going to attend this fall, was called Gallifrey Academy and their band camp was an away from home camp for two weeks. At first Clara wasn't too keen on going because she didn't want to go to a camp for two weeks with a bunch of people she didn't know, but her father convinced her otherwise.
"Yeah, I suppose I will have a good time." She mused. Hopefully.
Her father approached the school and stopped at what looked like the main entrance. It was a fairly large school, with a modern edge to it. Near the entrance, there were many smiling kids with backpacks and carrying their instruments. They were embracing each other and shouting.
"So! Here we are, at your new school!" Her father snapped at turned to face her. "Have an amazing 2 weeks and no funny business you hear me missy!? I know you are 16 years old but you are still my little girl." He murmured, planting a kiss on her cheek.
She smiled warmly. "I am going to miss you dad. I will update you on everything that goes on!" She replied, getting her instrument and backpack from the car.
"You better!" He chuckled and waved at her.
Thankfully, it wasn't an extremely hot day. There was a light breeze and the sun didn't shine so harshly. She heard kids talking about how glad they were that the forecast didn't call for outrageous temperatures. They started reminiscing about how last year some dumb freshmen fainted.
Already from the looks of it, she knew she was in for a crazy year.
She approached shy looking boy with messy brown hair, sitting at a wide table. He was flipping through a clipboard.
"Um...excuse me?" She asked and he jumped up knocking down a couple of things on the table.
"Oh— I am really sorry! I sort of zoned out..." He mumbled, shaking his head. Clara bent down to help him pick up the objects he dropped.
"Wait, this is the registration desk? Right?" She asked.
"Yep it is!" He paused and looked at her in the eye. "Hm...I haven't seen you before... Are you new here?"
"Yeah, I am. My name is Clara Oswald, I am an incoming junior."
"Oh! We will be in the same grade..and section!" He exclaimed excitedly, writing something on a piece of paper. She peeked at the paper noticing that it was a list of names with their instrument.
"Low brass?" She was pretty sure that was the section where the trombones were.
"Yup! I play the euphonium. Anyways, I am sure Robin is going to be really happy. She has been the only girl in our section for like 2 years and I'm sure she will be happy to have another girl."
"Cool!" She grinned, he seemed really nice. So far her section didn't seem half bad.
"Oh, yeah I'm Rory Williams! Should've mentioned that earlier!"
"It is nice to meet you Rory!" She said with a smile. "I also have a question, were we supposed to be mailed any music because I didn't receive anything..."
He pursed his lips together. "Ooh yeah that mind be a problem. We received our music in the beginning of July and everyone has got the music mostly down from what I heard. But I am sure Eleven will help you— speaking of Eleven..Where is he..."
"Eleven?" Eleven? What kind of name was that!
He smiled at her confusion. "Well, it is a pretty weird coincidence. There are four people named John Smith in this band, well one of them was in this band. He just comes and helps out during band camp. I don't know why we nicknamed them after numbers but we don't really question it."
"Alright then. So, about the music, do you think I could get it now so I could get a feel for it?"
"Yeah!" He scanned his eyes through the crowd. "Do you see the kind of short girl with black hair and a dark blue shirt?"
"Uh, yeah I see her."
"Well, that is Robin. She is our assistant section leader, she can probably help you get your music. I don't think you will have much time to practice right now but I am sure there will be time later today."
"Okay! Thanks so much for all your help Rory!"
"No problem! See you later Clara!"
Clara picked up her instrument and walked towards the girl. The back of her shirt had the quote, "What a slut time is. She screws everybody." That was from The Fault In Our Stars! She loved that book! She was liking this girl already. The girl was having a conversation with a pretty girl with black hair and chocolate colored skin. She seemed to be one of those girls that was just effortlessly beautiful. The only makeup she had on was some mascara and eyeliner but it didn't seem like she needed much. Everything about her just seemed to fit. The girl was wearing a shirt identical in color to Robin's but the front read, "Martha: Clarinet Section leader."
"Excuse me..." She mumbled tapping the Robin's shoulder. Robin whirled around and greeted her with a bright smile.
"Hi there!" Robin exclaimed.
"Uh hello. I am Clara Oswald, I am new to this school and Rory told me to come over to you because I didn't get any music." She asked.
"You are the girl Moffat told me about! Oh, it is so exciting to meet you! Have I told you how happy I am to have you in the low brass section! Finally! Some girl power!" Robin said happily.
"She has been talking about it non-stop. It has gotten so annoying." The girl, whose name was Martha added, Robin punched her playfully in the arm.
"Shut up Martha! I have every right to be excited! Oh, yeah! This Martha Jones! She is the clarinet section leader."
"Hey Martha, nice to meetcha'! I am Clara and I'm new here but I guess you already knew that!"
"It's great to finally meet you Clara!" It looked like Martha was going to say something else but Robin turned around and was almost dragging Clara along with her.
"So, have you met Eleven yet? You are going to need his help with the music."
"Wait, why can't you help me?"
She laughed, it was a bright and loud laugh. One that was really contagious, so Clara started laughing as well.
"Oh darling I can't help you! I don't even play the trombone! I play the bass clarinet!"
The bass clarinet? Were bass clarinets even allowed to be in marching band? Her friend in her old school played it and it was pretty heavy. Robin must have a lot of difficulty carrying it...especially those long parades her mother told her about.
"Really? I didn't even know people played bass clarinet in marching band! It is a pretty heavy instrument
She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I do wear a neck strap, so that helps a lot. But yeah when I first started marching bass clarinet, it was pretty difficult. But I got used to it." She stopped walking.
"Okay so, you wait here, I am going to go and look through some papers and find some spare copies for you.
Clara nodded and patiently waited for her. Clara began to daydream about how her summer would go when a lanky boy bumped into her, causing her to fall over.
She looked up and got a good look at him. He was a good eight inches taller than her and was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit. He had on a pair of cargo shirts with his shirt tucked in with a pair of bright red suspenders, he also had on a bowtie with blue telephone boxes.
"Watch it chin boy!"
A/N: Ooh next chapter we are meeting Eleven! Exciting! Well, I hope you liked it! Review, Favorite it and PM me if you are confused about anything :)