Hello! This is just the normal disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Downton Abbey or any of the characters. Except I do own Anna Marie Reynolds. She is a character of my creation. I hope you guys like this, I've been playing with the idea for a while now. Anyways, enjoy! And don't forget to review!
Beep! Beep! Beep! Anna woke with a start to the sound of her alarm going off. It was Saturday morning, and she had forgotten- again –to turn off her school alarm, which was set for seven a.m. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and tried to recall the strange dream that had been planted in her mind. All she could remember was a strange blue box, and a statue of an angel. She shook her head and muttered something under her breath about going mad. After throwing on a cute jean skirt and tank top, Anna ran down the stairs to grab some breakfast.
She walked into the empty kitchen, and a look of surprise crossed her face. Living with a family of six- Mum, Dad, two older brothers, and a baby sister –there was almost always someone in the kitchen, even so early in the morning. However, the kitchen was silent. She walked over to the island and ran her hand slowly over the granite countertop. Weird, she thought. Pushing the thought from her mind, she grabbed an apple, looked at it, and set it back down. She normally ate like crazy, (and it didn't even affect her tall, slim body), but she felt fine this morning. Anna let out a huff.
This morning is so weird!
"Hello? Anyone home?" she called out.
No answer. Shrugging her shoulders, she ran towards the front door, stopping at a mirror on the way. Gliding her fingers through her hair, she fixed any imperfections that were visible in her long, reddish-orange locks. She gazed at her face, running her eyes over her small nose, pink cheeks, and heartbreaking smile. Then she lifted her gaze, and looked into her own eyes. They were light green, and if you paid attention, she also had small, bright flecks of gold scattered in her iris, something many friends had commented on before, and Anna loved it. It was something that made her unique. She stared at her eyes for a moment before tearing her gaze away and deciding that if she wanted to leave, she had better do so before her family got home. At least, she was assuming they weren't home, as that seemed the most logical explanation.
Anna opened the door and quickly stepped out. The sun was shining brightly, and she tilted her head back for a moment to feel its warmth on her face. Reminding herself that she had little time, she continued on her way. Ever since she was a little girl, the park had been her favorite place. When she was small, it was right by her house, and her father would take her almost everyday. However, they moved when she was ten, about six years prior to this day. The park was farther from her house now, about a two-mile walk. But she still went whenever possible; it brought back good memories.
Arriving at the park, she scanned the surrounding area for any early-morning joggers. She didn't see anyone, so she made her way to her favorite bench. The park was surrounded by trees, and in a very secluded area. It was one of the most peaceful places she knew of, and another reason she went so often was to get away from the busy life and drama of her large family.
She sighed as she thought of them. Her brothers, Allen and Sam, twins, but total opposites. Allen was the star of the football team, and Sam was the Class President, and founder of the school robotics club. Both of them had always been there for her. Her sister, Madeline, just a baby, but still the sweetest person Anna had ever met. She never cried or made a fuss, just smiled and gurgled all day. Then Anna thought of her father. She didn't get to see him much, only on Sundays when they went to mass. Anna laughed to herself. She wasn't very religious, but her parents- being the good Catholics they were –insisted that she attended. Anna didn't mind though, because she knew that her father's life as an attorney was busy, and going to church was the least she could do for him. Lastly, she thought of her mother. Her mum had the same red hair as Anna did, and they also shared a need to have their opinion known. Her mother was a historian, specializing in the early 1900's, something Anna didn't appreciate. In her opinion, people should work towards a better future, not sit around and think about the past. She frowned, and shook the now disappointing thought from her head.
As she slowly continued to make her way to the bench, she saw a blur of grey out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head towards the movement, she saw a lone figure standing unnaturally still under the shadow of a tree.
"Morning!" she greeted them with a smile and a wave. The figure didn't respond.
She walked up to it, and found that it was simply a statue of an angel. It looked as though it was weeping, and Anna wondered what could make an angel so sad. Ah, well, she thought. Wait, that looks just like the statue from my dream. Anna sighed. She had wanted to know what had moved, but it's wasn't like statues could do that. She studied it for a moment, taking in the detail and wondering when it had been placed there. She could've sworn it hadn't been there a week or so before. Unfortunately, she only got to look at it for a few seconds.
Because then, she blinked.