Lily's Journal
Today (whenever that is)
If you're reading this, I better be dead because reading someone else's journal is wrong. People write things in a journal because they don't people to know. Anyway, I am The Doctor's little sister by 4 years. Some people talk to me like I have no idea what's going on and why they called my brother. Sometimes a play along and sometimes I snap. Depends on my mood. The Doctor has given up trying to explain why I am smarter than I look and he's also given up trying to control my temper. It cannot be helped. I do not like to be called a child, or people thinking that I can't tie my own shoes. Both of those things have happened and let's just say, things weren't too pretty afterwards.
Well, I started writing in this journal because my brother is about to drive me mad. The main problem is that he calls me Starlight, instead of my real name. I get myself in trouble just so he will call me by my real name. It's an embarrassing nickname and I hate it. He thinks it's funny because of the look on my face. So I call him stupid, and the look on HIS face. Payback, I love it when it blows up in someone else's face. It's awesome.
Anyway, The Doctor says that if I let anyone read the future, I might be locked in my room for a century. I think he was exaggerating a little bit. He wouldn't lock me in my room. I'd annoy him enough to get the door unlocked. Or guilt trip him. Again depends on my mood. So I will probably talk about the past more than the future. But a little dabble in the future shouldn't hurt anything.
I'll talk about myself first. My name is Lily. I am The Doctor sister. I'm 1196 years old, and before you ask, I'm a Time Lord. Long ago, before the start of the human race, The Doctor and I, along with Susan, ran away from the last Great Time War. Long story short, The Doctor and I have been traveling all of time and space. Fun. That was sarcasm if you didn't notice. Of course, you humans probably won't understand. Too much information for your little simplified brains.
Anyway, so much has happened in my life I don't know where to begin. And I hate sappy beginnings about the author. I told you, Time Lord. Enough said.
I guess I could tell you about the time we ran into a colony of Cybermen. Or the island of Daleks. Or the time The Doctor got his screwdriver stuck in a toaster. How it happened, I have no idea, but it was hilarious. Seriously, it took him hours to get it out. And yours truly didn't help at all. Like the good little sister I am. Or the time he got lost in the library looking for me. Or the time I got a tiger cub. I like that story, lots of convincing, but I got a tiger cub. I really have a lot of stories. And this little book does not have enough pages to tell them all. No book has enough pages for all of my experiences. Ever. And when I find it, the conversion will commence. I think I will allow others to read this. So if you're still reading this, ignore the first part. And you really have to be a noisy person to still be reading this. Or you don't care about privacy (*cough* my brother *cough*).
So enjoy the trip through my memories, I guess. I am really bad at endings. Seeing that I won't have one for a very long time.