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Dear diary,
So I don't keep a diary I just thought I would try it out. Hey, don't judge me, it works in the movies.
Okay, since this is my first time writing I will tell you a bit about me. I'm 14 and five foot eight (pretty tall for my age). I have brown hair and brown eyes. Also I was born and raised in New York.
My mother died in a car accident when I was 9. Her name was Melissa. My father's name is Anthony Williams, but my grandparents like to say their last name is Pond, my grandmother's maiden name. I find it quite funny.
Speaking of my grandparents, they mean the world to me. They always told me these stories. Stories about a man with a blue box who called himself the Doctor. I love all the stories. Amy and Rory Pond/Williams were their names.
They died not long after my mom only a year. Oh, how I was hart broken. First my mother then my grandparents. I thought the universe hated me. I locked myself in my room for days, until I had to go to school. Also, during that time I wrote down the stories about the man in the blue box, the Doctor. I had hoped that one day I would meet the Doctor and we would go traveling time and space with grandma and grandpa and maybe even dad but those dreams were crushed by cruel people, otherwise known as… other kids. They kept on saying the Doctor wasn't real. Not only the kids but everyone. Everyone except my true friends. And since, for some reason, they didn't tell my dad the stories he sent me to four psychiatrists. Four. Don't judge me, I kept on hitting them.
So, anyway, that's the story of Serenity Williams-Pond.
Serenity sighed as she finished the journal entry. Her friends (her real friends) have been telling her to write out her feelings in a journal. She thought it made her look like a love struck teenager. She just called it a diary because that's what diaries are for, aren't they? To just tell someone how you feel, to spill everything to them and to have them not judge you at all.
She was a little reluctant for the past four years. She always meant to start a diary she just always made up an excuse not to.
Until today. Today she couldn't take it anymore, so, she went to where her grandparents were buried sat down at her tree, the tree right by their grave, and spilled her emotions onto the page.
Though she didn't notice someone above in the tree. Someone watching her. Someone who will become a big part of her life.