'..Gigantic seismic waves have it the East Coast of America and we're meant to be receiving the aftershocks, should we be worried? Says Amanda Jenson, Dorset... Well Jack, I don't think so, we've never had them from there before so...'
Another alarm, another day.
I lay in bed for another half hour, I really do not want to go to work today... What was that freak on about on the radio anyway...? We get minor shocks, ass.
I eventually climb out of bed and pad toward my kitchen. Pancakes and orange juice for breakfast...why not? I go through my normal morning routine, breakfast, newspaper, shower, hair, dress, hair, makeup, leave for work... Monotony, that's my life.
I arrive on time just to have a grilling off my boss...
'You leave early, still getting paid full hours and still don't even finish your work...blah blah blah blah...' I just ignore him for the rest of the usual morning lecture and nod or agree whenever necessary. I'm a journalist for the local newspaper, a relatively small business yet awfully haphazard. Usually our draft ends up being overdue being sent to out publisher and then a hell of a lot of edits having to be made cutting the wire.
The day passes slowly, its the middle of the week, and seen as we're a weekly paper this is normally a lull day so I sit at my desk...after finishing my initial draft might I add and dream of getting out of here.
I walk home with my best friend Scarlett, I have known her like almost my entire life, we met in creche and have been friends since.
"I just need to get out of here Lettie, work is just a bomb site, the only good this is my little flat and I'm still IOU to my father! I want adventure, I want fun, I want out of here!",
"And me! Look Evie if it's that bad just play the whole 'you abandoned me, you owe me this' to William and you can go!",
"Yes and you, sorry, No. I hate owing him anyway! I'd rather pay my own way in life",
"Ugh, I don't get why you just don't do it, he wants to",
"But he's just my biological father, he didn't stick around I don't want anything to do with him, ever",
"Fine, you'll have to do it the hard way. Right I'm off for dance, talk later!"
"Bye Lettie", I turn and walk into Starbucks, I need a pick me up and quick.
I sit in the park on the hill reading my book, One Hundred Names by Cecilia Ahern. The sun shines... for once... over the lush hills. Summer is never normally this nice, I will not take it for granted... Next thing I know there's this awful screeching sound mixed with a vromph sound...
"What the...?" I venture shielding my eyes and taking off my reading glasses... A blue police box appears out of nowhere at my feet, in seconds the right hand door flings open and a youngish man steps out, with floppy hair, in a shirt, trousers (with braces might I add) and a bow tie...
"Aah, good old England... oh...and you are?" he smiles looking aroundm finally noticing me on the ground",
"I'm Evie... and you are?",
"Nice to meet you Evie, I am the Doctor",
"Doctor Who?"...