I got the idea in a dream and tweaked it a little to make it Doctor Who and awesome! Well, I hope it's awesome. Awesome is a stupid word. So is Marshmallow. Who invented those anyways?

But please enjoy and pleeeeease review. I really want to continue and I'd like people to read it. And enjoy it. I have 4 chapters written all ready and will publish it if you review.

Preface

My name was Valerie Samantha Wilkins. I was 14 years old, 15 by August. One day, when I was in Kimberline Orphanage, I met the Doctor and Donna.

That was the day everyone forgot Valerie Samantha Wilkins.

Well, almost everyone.

Chapter 1

Remember Me

"Valerie! Hurry up!" Valerie's roommate shouted, punching the bathroom door with the side of her fist. "We're going to bed. No need to look pretty."

"Just give me a minute!" Valerie shouted, tying up her hair behind a mirror.

"I've given ya loads!"

"Fine, fine" Valerie said, calmly coming out of the bathroom as if nothing was wrong. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, Susan"

"Ha ha" Susan said sarcastically. "Happy with that, now are ya?" Susan said in her thick Scottish accent, motioning towards Valerie's hair.

"Quite" Valerie responded, flicking her light brown hair.

Susan glared at her best friend before stalking into the bathroom and slamming the door.

"Oi! You'll wake up the boys!" Valerie said, just a teensy bit louder than usual.

"Oh, you're doing that all on your own, Val. You just want Brandon to rush in here and confess his deep, undying love for ya —"

"Oi!"

Susan giggled as Valerie sat down on her bed on the left side of the room, not the right because that was "Susan's Side". And whoever dares enter "Susan's Side" may never live to tell the tale. Valerie grabbed the portable, battery powered lamp and put it on the window sill just beside her bed. She flipped it on and smiled. The dark wasn't all that great for her, the opposite of great to be exact. Valerie lay down on her side and looked at "Susan's Side". Susan was always too big for her shoes. Talking when not talked to. Talking back when talked to by people older than her. But Susan was smart; smarter than your average girl. Susan, of course, dismissed all thoughts of her being "nerdy" and "smart".

Valerie smiled at her best friend's stubbornness, looking at the stacks of books Susan had under, next to, and sometimes in, her bed. And Susan said she wasn't smart... Yeah right. Valerie always thought that Susan was smarter than her. But of course Valerie didn't think much of herself at all. She never thought she was the prettiest, or the smartest. But Valerie was kind and good and sweet. Values nobody took for granted.

It was 10 minutes later Susan was still in the bathroom and Valerie was fast asleep. Dreaming about being the most beautiful and popular girl in the orphanage. Then maybe, just maybe, she could be adopted. A silent tear rolled down Valerie's cheek whilst she slept. Dreaming suddenly about the only memory she had of her mother.

It felt like only five minutes for Valerie as she slept but the entire night had passed when she was woken up. Eurica, the pretty, young, Irish red head who was a new worker at the orphanage, had put out Valerie's night lamp and woken Valerie up by threatening her with a bucket of water.

"Why is it so cold?" Valerie said, half asleep.

Eurica answered: "Your window is open, Valerie. How many times do I have to tell you to close it...?" She said, closing the window.

"But it's June..." Valerie said, sitting up.

Eurica tidied up as Valerie rubbed out her eyes. Valerie looked at the bed next to her, not noticing any change. Valerie got up and, being half asleep, sat down on the other bed. She coughed as she inhaled dust.

"Eurica? Why don't you clean up this bed?" Valerie said, trying not to yawn.

"Well, nobody uses it now do they?" Eurica said, her head under Valerie's bed, throwing clothes into a hamper.

"Yeah" Valerie said, stretching. "Guess not." She looked around at the bed. No books. No pillows. No nothing. Just a mattress and dust.

Eurica emerged from under the bed. "Now, get down stairs. Matron's making us all some yummy yummy porridge" Eurica said, towering over Valerie. Eurica was really tall. She had legs, I'd give you that.

"And by porridge you mean —"

"Un-edible goop" Eurica smiled. "Now get dressed" Eurica said with a smile as she closed the door behind her.

Valerie yawned again and stretched her arms and legs towards the ceiling, lying on the un-occupied bed. She got up and got dressed. Nothing was wrong. Except, behind where Valerie had just sat, the bed was disturbed, the dust lifted and the bed had a slight imprint on it, like someone had just sat there. A small child. Crossed legged where nobody appeared to be sitting.

Valerie went down to the Eating Hall, wishing she had a best friend.


CAUTION: Long Authors Note.

(If you liked this then please go read my other Doctor Who stories. I have one where Donna has to go to the Dentist... Oh you know you wanna read it... I also have Twilight stories.)

Names I've used:

Valerie: (The main girl in the story) She's my best friend and I felt the character fitted her. And I didn't want to think too much about names. She really is sweet, kind and loving and I value that. I love ya girl!

Eurica: (Red headed, tall, Irish woman in story) That's my mum. Love ya too. I promise! :) She's not really Irish but we come from Irish decent. So it counts. I think. She is tall. I promise. The red hair? Ha, she wishes.

Samantha: (Valerie's, in story, middle name) My former best friend. We're still friends and I love her.

Kimberline Orphanage: "Kimberline" comes from the town I want to live in, Kimberley.

Susan: (My second name is Suzanne and that is Valerie's former roommate and best friend in story) Um, thanks to me? Huh? How does this work?

My name is Rose, so I couldn't really use that now could I? Aw, well...

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~Rose