My name is Jessica Melody Pond (A name entirely made up of my family's names). Currently, I am 12 years old. I have brown, yet frizzy hair and sharp green eyes. My facial features are said to be those of my Father. It is quite strange, the way I dress. For some odd reason I have always been drawn to the colour blue. Yet it can't be any ordinary blue, it must be a dark blue. Not a shade too dark nor too light will do. Because of my obsession with the shade I am often found wearing blue jeans, a white top with some blue picture on it and black shoes with blue socks. A pretty strange way of dressing but as long as I like it!
Now, I have quite the story to tell you. It's even going on now as I write this for you but I absolutely must start at the beginning. I am merely 8 at the time this is set. As far as all my teachers were concerned, I was a child prodigy and deserved to be in year 7. Occasionally the school would bring in tutors to reach me because the lesson wasn't giving me any information. But my Gran and Gramps knew better.
Apparently, my extraordinary intelligence was due to my Mother and Father. Mother was apparently an archeologist while my Father was a traveller. They worked together several times which sparked their romance. Gran and Gramps both spoke fondly of my Father so he obviously was a good man. But they were quite distant when speaking of Mother. They spoke in an almost grieving manner. At the time I, of course, ignored it. I didn't know either of them very well but I did once see my Mother. She had hair like me but it was blonde. Of course, I liked her. Unfortunately I didn't see her again.
One night, very late, I was admiring the stars. The stars were beautiful. How they twinkled and shined, how they made the sky light up like thousands of tiny lanterns suspended in mid air. It was magical. Many of the children who were in my class said the sky was really small but I knew better. I actually knew the constellations, the planets, the fact that the universe was only going to get bigger and bigger.
My pyjamas were, of course, blue. They had planets on them. Unfortunately, they were only a few kinds. Jupiter, Uranus and Saturn. It was easy to distinguish the three. The pyjamas were actually from the boys section because none of the ones in the girls section were fitting. All of them had bunnies or puppies on them. Nothing to do with the things I actually cared about. None with planets, constellations, books, nothing. Then again I guess I was one of a kind.
As I continued to admire each and every star, the most strange of noises came from the back yard. I dismissed it. Probably some kid accidentally activating a weird, loud toy next door. Nothing to worry about. But then I heard a door creak and only just heard some quiet mumbling. Yet I couldn't actually make out the words. My curiosity started to get the better of me. I had to go see what it was.
Cautious and careful. That was my main priority for exploration. With me I took my flashlight, my exploration and scientific findings journal, a pencil, and my Claparang deluxe. The Claparang was a throwing toy like a boomerang which made a noise while in flight. Not all the time though. It was a good toy for making someone look the other way. Or just hitting them. Either way, I'd probably need it. Who knew who'd that person may be?
I peered through the keyhole of the back door. A man was strutting across the path. He appeared in deep though. Extremely deep thought. My curiosity started to burn again. Silently, I opened the back door. As I had thought he would, he didn't notice me. My brain instantly started to think of ways of approach. He didn't seem hostile, nor did he appear to be a threat. In fact, he seemed to be a normal person. Excepting that he had an extremely strange bow tie. I wasn't sure they existed anymore.
After careful consideration and planning, I made up my plan. I would approach him carefully and then question him. If he pursued attack I would throw the Claparang and run through the gate. So I started to execute the plan. Cautiously, I moved around in the grass. He still didn't seem to notice me. Then I coughed which obviously made him lose his train of thought. He looked at me curiously.
"What did you do that for?" He asked. His voice was strangely familiar. But I had never heard it before. I held my Claparang at him. Before putting his hands up he sneaked a biscuit into his mouth. Holding in my giggles, I started to approach. My cautiously levels were probably at a high right then.
"I - I ask the questions!" My voice stammered as I attempted a threatening tone. All around us was quietness. Each and every thing in that garden had ceased to move. It was as if the whole place was watching and waiting. But what were they waiting for? I asked myself this question, but I instantly laughed at myself. How could they be watching. They were plants, living, but unable to watch! Then I turned my attention to him. His eyes was flicking from side to side.
"I am here to see Mr and Mrs. Pond. Could you please tell me if they live here?" He asked. It was obvious he thought he was talking to an average 8 year old girl. How very wrong he was and he was about to find that out.
"Excuse me sir, but first, could you please explain why you are here? Second, I'd like you to know that any questions you ask me must have an explanation with them." I said through pursed lips, finally clicking my tongue and smiling a cheeky grin. Obviously he was blown away. My intelligence, after all, was that of an eleven year old. But he did process the information quickly. I'd give him that.
"My name is the Doctor, just the Doctor, and I'm an old friend of Mr and Mrs. Pond. I'm here to see them. I didn't mean to come so late. I live, uh, quite far away and my transportation isn't quite reliable." The Doctor replied. I nodded. He have valid points so I would answer his question. Thankfully he wasn't there to rob us or anything. So I pointed to the house. It was obvious he grasped the meaning of that point because he instantly started to march towards the house.