Little Aurora Song
Author's note: This makes me kinda sad. I mean, the plot of it. Aurora ending up in the orphanage and I just aslkdfja;sdlkfj. Anyways, please enjoy and if you would leave a review that would help me out quite a bit. I'm going to update as much as possible, but I am a busy person. XD Anywho, yeah. Enjoy~! :3
Summary – What if River song and the Doctor had a little girl named Aurora, but because River worried for the girl she gave her up to an Orphanage without telling the Doctor about her? What if this same little girl had a one in a million chance of finding the Doctor – and the odds were most certainly in her favor? Meet Aurora Star Song.
"Aurora! Get down from there right now!" A strict, angered voice suddenly rang out, causing me to lose my balance and fall off the back of the couch onto the couch cushions. This was about the fifth time I'd been yelled at by her today alone, so that didn't really faze me much. But this time was different. "What were you thinking!? You could have gotten hurt!" The older woman continued yelling again. I lowered my head in shame.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Roberts...I was just watching for-"
"No," She sighed, bringing a hand up to her head to rub her temple slowly, "Aurora, your parents are not coming! Not your mother, not your father. Not today, and not tomorrow! I don't understand why you're so determined to believe that they're going to come for you! They left you here when you were just a newborn, not even a week old, and they're not coming back!" I bit down on my lip slightly before hesitantly replying to her, "B-But...I had a dream that th-" "That was nothing more than a silly dream of what you want to happen!" She cut me off once more, yelling harshly. "I'm sorry to be acting like this but you never listen! Honestly, does everything I say go right over your head? They're not coming, Aurora.
My heart broken, I nodded slowly. "Y-Yes, ma'am..." I muttered softly, already feeling my emerald eyes becoming filled with tears. However, I decided not to let her see and so I kept my gaze at my feet. "Good. Now go back to your room." Mrs. Roberts ordered as she pointed down the hall toward my room that I shared with two other girls; Adelaide and Dahlia. Slowly, I nodded in response and made my way to my room as I tried to hold back the tears. I knew Mrs. Roberts was wrong. I just knew it! I also knew that she was hiding something from me – a letter. Apparently when my mother left me here, she had also left a letter and a toy. The toy was for me to keep right then, but the letter was to be given to me at a later time when I could read. The letter was placed in my blanket in the hopes that the women at the orphanage would find it and hopefully allow me to have it when I was "of age", as I had heard Mrs. Roberts tell her sister, Mrs. Noel. I overheard a conversation between the two of them discussing wether or not to give me the letter or to just throw it away. Mrs. Noel didn't want me to have it. "If she's like this now, imagine what the letter would do to her." she had said. I was happy to know about the letter, but I wasn't so happy when I had heard what Mrs. Noel had been saying. It hurt my feelings to know that she really felt that way. See, I wasn't supposed to hear them talking. I was supposed to be in bed but I couldn't sleep. I just overheard them talking. After that, I had sneaked into Mrs. Roberts' office and found the letter. I took it and hid it in my dresser so that no one would find it. I haven't read it yet, but I think that I might tonight.
Sighing, I opened my door and walked in, shutting the door behind me before glancing at the clock on my nightstand. It was about noon, which meant that the other girls would be back from school soon. Until then, I have the room to myself. I noticed my vision blurring and clouding up as I tried to blink away the tears. Why was Mrs. Roberts and Mrs. Noel always so mean to me? All I wanted to do was watch for mummy and daddy. I knew they were coming...I just didn't know when. I sniffled and took deep breaths, trying to keep the tears back. I didn't want to cry. I'm a big girl, and big girls don't cry! Adelaide told me that once. And besides, I don't want anyone to hear me if I did. They'll act worried and want to know what's wrong, but when I tell them, they'll just say what Mrs. Roberts said...except meaner. I couldn't control it this time though. Before I realized it, a tear had made it's way down my cheek, falling onto my leg in silence. I sniffled and tried to rub my eyes in a sad attempt to make the tears stop.
That was when I made my choice.
Tonight, I would find Adelaide and Dahlia and have them help me read mummy's letter to me. Then, I would wait until night and sneak out to find my parents. They had to be out there somewhere, right? But there was a flaw in my plan. I don't know what mummy and daddy look like. I don't even know their names! How am I going to find them now? I mean, I could always just try to find someone that looks like me, but would that work? There's a lot of people in Cardiff. Would any of them be Mummy or daddy? I don't know. I'll just take the letter with me! Maybe then someone will recognize it! Looking at my surroundings, I began to wonder what else I should take with me. I can't carry a lot of things, so I guess I'll just take my letter and my toy from mummy. I turned my head slightly and grabbed the royal blue stuffed...box, that was beside me. Mrs. Roberts had said that they found this with me that night. It's a Royal blue in color, and it's got my name sewn into the side of it, while the words "Police Public Call Box" were going around it in white. It was homemade, which made me feel special. You know why? Because I'm the only girl in the entire world that has one! It makes me really happy when I look at it. I don't really know what it is exactly because I don't know what a police call box is, but it must be important! I can't even sleep without it! That settles it then. When I leave, I take this with me! Then, I should have what I need!
I picked up the toy with care and hugged it tightly. It makes me feel better when I hold it. It's almost like...it comforts me? When I cry, I begin to stop. Honestly, I hadn't realized that until now when I had just stopped crying. Slowly, I brought my hand up to feel my cheeks. They were still wet, but not as much. I yawned lightly. 'I need to go to sleep...' I thought to myself, 'I need to go to sleep so that I'm not tired tonight.' Besides, I couldn't wait until Adelaide and Dahlia got back. Then I could read the letter and play with them! That always makes me feel better. So I laid down with a soft smile on my face and hugged my stuffed box before closing my eyes and falling asleep.