My life started here.
Like any teenage girl I could tell you the dreary events that made up my completely normal existence because hey, what's the point of being a teenager without unleashing on innocent people your pent-up hormones in the form of some angsty dialogue.
But I'm not going to do that because this is the story of my life and, contrary to popular belief, my life did not start there.
I was 18 when it happened. The day had not begun too brilliantly; Maths sucked, History sucked, the girls who all get together daily at break to cuddle their boyfriends and chuck paper balls at me whilst cackling insanely sucked so much today I could literally feel myself regressing to their level of intellect. Or that feeling could have just been my gut instinct to slap them all in the face.
But I digress...
By the end of the day I was fed up, tired and forcing myself to come to the horrible realisation that my existence was going nowhere. Sure I was getting straight A's and had a loving family, but I always felt there was something more to this world; like I was meant for something more important than my current mission to dodge the problems that adult-life was already throwing at me. After doing my homework I sat down next to my bedroom window, looking out at the stars. They reminded me of a huge dot-to-dot puzzle; one that could not be completed. I remember when I was little I used to sit and look at the starry sky with my mum, tracing with my finger a pattern that I found between the stars. For what felt like the millionth time I replayed this little tradition again, finding no specific pattern in the stars. I looked closer, trying to find some personal message up past the atmosphere. Astrology, it seemed, was not my forte. I finally tore my eyes away, succumbing to the fatigue that was surrounding me. However just as I turned my head away I noticed a blinking light in the corner of my eye. I looked back, trying to focus my eyes on the tiny pinprick of light, whilst also trying to figure out how somehow I was steadily finding it easier and easier to see it. A few thoughts flew through my mind as I watched this ball of light, which I could now tell was spinning; was it a meteor heading for Earth? A satellite which had dropped back through the atmosphere? But something other than logic made me reject these thoughts. I knew it could not have been my good pal logic that came to the rescue as my original ideas were overflowing with logic. What happened in reality, however, was anything but logical.
I kept my eyes fixed on this blue spinning object, for it was in fact the bluest blue I had ever seen, when I suddenly realised the danger facing me in the next 30 seconds. I backed away from the window, desperately trying to find something sturdy to hide behind whilst waiting for the imminent crash. I quickly crawled under my bed, my ears ringing in the unnerving silence. But no crash came; no explosion, no flames licking at my window sill. Instead all I heard was a strange mechanical noise, as though the object was breathing heavily. Curiosity finally pulled my out from under my bed and led me to the window, but all I could see was a thick cloud of smoke. I ran downstairs, feeling the cold air hit my skin as I stepped outside the front door. I tentively crept forward through the smoke, my eyes trying to pick out something odd in my otherwise normal garden. I had no idea what I was expecting, but I could not have been prepared for what I found.
As the smoke cleared I saw an outline of a tall box, with the words 'Police Box' shining brightly in the darkness. There was no evidence of a crash-landing; nothing was out of place in the garden apart from of course this Police Box. There was an air of mystery hanging around this box which made me feel calm, yet excited. It felt like it belonged to me, whatever 'it' was. As I tried to get my head around what had become of my mundane life, something else became visible in the glowing light of the Police Box. It was the outline of a man leaning comfortably against the side of the blue box, staring at me with piercing yet familiar eyes. Why did they seem so familiar?
I ventured furthur out towards this figure, with what I hoped was a brave posture. However the man didn't move, nor try to speak. He just kept watching me intently, allowing me to come as close as I dared. I was now only a few feet away from this peculiar dream when I heard myself speaking. "Who...what...wh-...", I started to say, but stopped myself short realising I could not make sense of this situation. Suddenly the figure strode forward, until his face was illuminated by the moon. I held my breath, a million things racing through my mind, all of which vanished as soon as I heard him speak.
"I'm the Doctor and you need saving, little miss stargazer."
As I said at the beginning this is the story of my life. I had existed for 18 years in sleepy Henlow, with little to no friends and nothing to be excited about.
But my life started here.
This is my life.