A/N: Hi I am really making this author thing hard for me. I am currently updating 2 other stories and am trying to have some leisure time, but keep on getting awesome inspiration and I can't wait to show you guys my stories. So no promises of a quick update.

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I am Emma Belin and this is my life story.

One day when I was approximately 12 years old, I got a strange phone call from someone named The Doctor. At the time I had been in my room trying to come up with a debate for the weekly class argument. Every week, the class picked a subject to argue about. This week it was animal rights. Not knowing anybody who went by that name I declined. Boy, was that the biggest mistake of my life!

About a month later, I started seeing weird things, statues that seemed to move in-between me looking at them and blinking, weird metal men that seemed to be harmless, and there were multiple periods of time when I found myself out of breath and in a place I don't remember going to. I had talked to my friends about it, but they had no idea of what I spoke of.

On June 12th, I got another call from someone called The Doctor. I thought back to last time I declined that was when I started seeing weird things. Not being able to think of anything better to do I answered the phone. Immediately a man with a bow-tie and a fez appeared on the screen, and cheerfully said, "Hello Emma! You want me to drop by in the T.A.R.D.I.S. and pick you up?" Having no idea of what he was talking about I asked him the standard questions.

"Who are you? How do you know my name? Why do you keep calling me? Why have weird things been showing up ever since you called the first time?" Okay, so maybe they weren't ALL standard questions.

The man looked stricken, "How old are you?" he randomly asked.

"Why would I tell you? You little creep." I shouted. As I said this the man got a strange look on his face.

"You're twelve aren't you?"

I was startled. How had he known? But that wasn't what concerned her the most. It was the fact he seemed panicked when he said it.

"Y-yes, I'm twelve. How did you know?" I asked a little more kindly.

"Emma, I'm The Doctor and you need to run." Just then a big crash sounded behind me and I turned. There was an angel. It was a stone one, but it looked as if it were savage and wanted to kill me. Apparently The Doctor knew what was happening and started coaching me on what to do.

"Don't blink! No matter what you do don't take your eyes off of the angel... If you do it'll kill you."

"What? It'll kill me?" I asked frightened now. I was too young to die.

"In a kind sort of way. They send you into the past feeding on all of the potential of the life you could have led."

By now my eyes were starting to hurt. I figured as long as I was looking at it, it wouldn't move. I slowly winked an eye and then the other. It seemed to be working, but I couldn't do this forever.

"Doctor!" I said concerned. I was starting to get restless and I couldn't wait much longer.

"Hold on! I'm hooking your cell phone service into the T.A.R.D.I.S. I'll be there in a moment."

Sure enough I heard a strange noise. I don't know how to describe it, but once you heard it you could never forget it. Behind the angel, a blue box appeared and The Doctor came running out of it. He seemed to be holding some kind of petrified cat.

"Step away, but still look at it." The Doctor commanded.

I did as I was told and watched as The Doctor put the strangely stiff cat in front of the statue looking directly at it.

"You can look away now." The Doctor said, relieved, "I should have come up with that ages ago. It sure would have saved some lives."

I quickly looked away and closed my eyes for a while. As soon as I opened them I noticed The Doctor staring at me from a bench close by. I walked over and sat down beside him.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked him. He just shook his head and brought up a whole different subject completely.

"I guess I need to fix the T.A.R.D.I.S. she usually doesn't get the time period mixed up."

I looked at the blue box, a Police Box she noticed now that she got a good look at it. "Is this the T.A.R.D.I.S.?" I asked him.

The Doctor looked strangely at me. "Yes that's the T.A.R.D.I.S. How did you know that?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Lucky guess." I slowly reached my hand out and touched the box. A strange feeling overcame me... a cool seeping sensation and I passed out.