Chapter 1: The Man With the Blue Box

Of course my parents didn't know. What is the point of sneaking out if they did? I mean isn't sneaking out a thing not to tell your parents?

Anyway, my name is Haven Gray. And you might've guessed that I am sneaking out. But I'm not sneaking out for a boyfriend, in fact, far from it. I am sneaking out because my friend is moving away in the morning, and this will probably be the last time I'll ever see her. Her name is Zhara Mild, and she and I are almost twins.

We are both fifteen, and we both have black hair. Her hair is long to her mid back, whereas my hair is almost as short as the average boys'. I have eyes that changes from slate grey to dark blue, but she has brown eyes.

But our personalities are a lot alike. We both laugh at the same things, and cry at the same things. We both like to read, write, and draw. We hat fake, and annoying people.

We have seen the same exact movies. We have our own little inside jokes no one would ever understand. I guess a good thing that comes from her moving is that we are both internet people, and we always talk on MSN together.

I think the one thing that bonds us is we have been together since preschool. And incase you haven't noticed, that's a long time.

I could go on and on about all of the things we have in common but I would rather not. You would probably get bored anyway.

The night was warm, so I didn't have to wear a jacket. I carried a small purse with candy, Skittles, my favorite, and a Baby Ruth, Zhara's favorite.

I sat down at the edge of Zhara's street to wait for her. I looked up at the night sky. The stars glowed extra bright, as if saying good-bye to my dear Zhara.

Oh no. I can't start crying now. I have to save that for later, but I can't cry now.

I sucked up the tears just in time. Zhara walked Up. She had the shirt I gave her on, I guess as a good-bye.

I stood up and hugged her tight. I was excited for this night. Something about the air made me feel hope for some reason.

"How are you?" she asked me.

"Me? I'm fine. What about you?"

She nodded. "I'm fine," she answered. "I guess I could be better, though."

"Yeah. I could be doing a little better, too," I said. Again I looked up at the sky. Actually I was trying not to cry, but it got the best of me. A few tears escaped my closed eyes, and I knew by then Zhara noticed them.

"Hey, don't cry. It isn't time for that yet," she said.

I stood up and wiped them away. Then I held out my arm for her, and she grabbed it. I lead her down Horseshoe Street.

"So have you got everything packed okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I guess. We are sleeping on the floor tonight," Zhara replied.

"I don't understand why your mom wouldn't let you stay over for the night," I said bitterly. Her mom never really liked me. I never knew why.

"She is just weird. We got into another argument tonight, and she won. Like always," she was looking at the ground as we walked. So that's why she has been acting all depressed. Not to mention she is moving from a place she knows like the back of her hand. It would put me in depression, too.

"Don't mind her, you will get new friends. But you will come and visit, right?" I asked.

"Of course," she said smiling. "So how is your French?"

"Je ne sais pas," I said fluently.

"What?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know what you just said?"

"No. Je ne sais pas means I don't know," I said with laughter in my voice.

"Oh. Well then, I guess that means you are doing well," She said, just as amused as me.

"I am doing great! I already know a French song," I said.

"What is it?"

"Do you want me to sing it?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she said with a nod.

"Alouette, gentille alouette. Alouette je te plumerai. Je te plumerai la tête. Je te plumerai la tête. Et la tête, et la tête. Alouette, alouette. Ohhhh," I sang the song loud and clear.

Soon we were both singing it once she learned it with me. We laughed and sang.

"Do you want candy?" I asked randomly, after we were done singing for the fifth time.

"Baby Ruth?" she asked.

I nodded, and handed it to her from my bag. She opened it up and took a big bite. I got my Skittles out and began eating them.

"So, what was that song about?" She asked.

"It is a French Thanksgiving song. It's about plucking the feathers off of a lark," I explained.

"That's weird," she replied.

"They're French," I said, as if it explained everything.

We walked on and on down Horseshoe Street. We ended up talking about the movies we have recently seen. Every movie she has seen, I have, too. Every movie I have seen, she has, too. I think that's neat.

"I have been having this weird dream. Over and Over," she said when we finished talking about Harry Potter.

"What is it about?" I asked.

"It was about… all sorts of things. There were these weird stone angels. But they looked evil. And this tall blue box," she said, looking really confused.

"They're just dreams, Zhara," I said. "You don't have to worry about them too much."

"But they were so real! You was with me the whole time in the dreams! Like it was really happening," she said. "But you're right. I shouldn't think about them too much."

I didn't tell her, so I wouldn't freak her out. But I was having dreams like that too. I'll tell her later. Maybe over MSN.

I suddenly felt something cold on my forehead, and looked up. It was starting to rain. I looked at Zhara and smiled. She smiled back.

We danced in the rain, like we would do as we were kids in our little rain boots. The rain fell and cooled the night, like tears cool your skin. It was amazing. We twirled and twisted. A few times we fell but we would get right back up and start again.

Soon, the rain grew cold and we joined together to find shelter. We made our way to an old store with a porch cover.

"That was fun," we said together, out of breath.

We sat there for a few minutes in silence, listening to the rain.

Then, out of no where, we heard this strange noise.

VWORP. VWORP.

"What is that?" I whispered. I looked around and then right beside us was a something I would never forget my entire life.

Appearing there was a large blue police box. The vworp noise finally stopped once it was solid.

I looked at Zhara. She looked at me.

Then, from the blue box, a man walked out. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and he was wearing a blue suit that matched the blue box, and a brown long coat.

He looked at us and smiled.

"Hello there! I'm the Doctor!"