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My Few Days as a Strange Doctor

Today is Wednesday, another boring day of this week.

By Ameerah FawehinmiPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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9/20/17

Today is Wednesday, another boring day of this week. As any other strange doctor on the planet full of weird unnatural beings, I must attend school. Today is a special day at school though because it’s the one day of the year that anyone who is anything can come and learn. There is Superwoman, pickles, a mystery truck, an odd spooky little girl, Winnie the Pooh and the donkey, among many others. I am studying my doctorate to be able to save the citizens of our planet one day. The only reason I hate this day is that I am questioned about my name being Doctor Strange, but I’m like, it’s obvious. I wear a doctor jacket with two scarves tied around the head, along with some pajamas and the best combination of all socks and scandals. Everyone thinks it’s strange, and they're right. I enjoy my unique status. They should be careful to not offend me as some have attempted to do so while judging my behavior and appearance because one day I will be operating on them and they won’t be laughing ever again.

9/21/17

Today is Thursday, another day of school, of course. Even though I usually dress strangely, I had to glow. Strange and glow together—wow, not hard at all. So putting the outfit together was a challenge. I thought of my beautiful milky daily lab coat, with bright red and blue scarf that twinkles in the sun above my head and I can’t forget my socks and sandals. Then some shiny blue pants with a glowing red T-shirt, which I didn't actually put together, only in my imagination. I really didn’t want to go anyway because the more I went the harder it got and the easier it was to just give up, but a college educated strange doctor like my mother would never let me stay. I spent the whole day tired and whining.

9/22/17

Today is Friday, the day where I am supposedly supposed to use my powers for good. Even though today is that day, I am never taken seriously. I am a strange doctor, right? But I spent my evening cleaning and cooking like a strange maid even though I should be leaving to save people’s lives. Well after I just spent my time with my strangely odd brother and sisters. We finally watched this new movie that came out about people like us called Doctor Strange even though I prefer strange doctor instead.

9/23/17

Today was a new day because we had a picnic. People from all over the local area of my city on the planet came for a late lunch. It was exciting to see all the creatures come together because as we are different, we are so alike. We had a peaceful day full of joy. The good thing is nothing happened or went wrong that my family and I had to operate. This was the first time we had to dress “terribly.” It’s what humans call normal.

9/24/17

Today is Sunday. There’s not really a lot to talk about on this blue day that others call Sunday. I just worked on my homework so I can prepare for another miserable and boring day tomorrow. I just spent my time watching videos of some odd people wearing closed shoes with no socks. I mean, everyone knows it's socks with sandals. I have been going to sleep really late and due to the size of my head, I am going to need more sleep than what I get.

9/ 25/17

Today I got to try out some of my surgery powers, practicing with all I've got in me until I was worn out, by the end of the day. I went home to more homework because for the first time ever, I was trying not to procrastinate. I went to sleep late though again. I do believe that by the end of this week I am going to catch a strange fever that would cause me to not want to attend school tomorrow.

9/26/17

Today I choose to wear yellow socks with scandals—never thought I would do that before. It was a little hard to focus in my doctorate class because I feel like everyone is smarter than me, and I can’t breathe, but I know deep down that I will get over it and do well while becoming the best, strangest doctor that I could ever be.

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Ameerah Fawehinmi

Ever since my fourth grade teacher (about 8 years ago) told me that I copied my message to the mayor essay, which was a competition to meet him. I haven't really been interested in writing. Now I hope to share my stories with the world!!!

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