Greetings fellow whovians! I am pleased to present to you this fanfic (Which has been on my pc for a while). I'm not sure if I like it or not, so review and tell me if you want me to continue it or not.
Disclaimer: I under no circumstances own Doctor Who even though I plot constantly to amend this fact.
Also as my first fanfic I hope you will take the time to review. Good or bad I do not care as long as the bad reviews are criticisms on my writing so I can improve and provide better stories for all. So once again enjoy.
Ever since I could remember I've been told that I'm different, a freak of nature, anomaly. Well not that I could remember that far back, being a nine-year old and all. I don't really see why I'm freakish; I mean I look pretty normal. But I guess it's what's on the inside that counts, huh? Look, I'm going to tell you a secret. You're not allowed to tell anyone alright, pinky-swear?
I have two hearts.
Yup you read that correctly, I have two hearts. I don't really see the problem there. I mean I have two eyes, two lungs, two kidneys. Hey, even two arms. What's wrong with two hearts? That's my logic anyway. Everyone else doesn't seem to agree with me. Not that I care or anything. I don't need anyone else, I am a big girl!
Although, I guess some friends would be nice. Not that I'm lonely, I'm used to being alone and unwanted. See I'm just one of those kids at the orphanage that no one seems to want. I'll probably just live out my life here and leave when I'm like… eighteen or something.
BRING BRING
That would be Liza's alarm, as per usual. Faintly I her groan and slam her hand onto the clock, even if she's in the room next-door. Liza's seven years older than me, she's the oldest here. And she has a job, not that she has to pay rent of anything. But she likes to buy things for the kids here. I quite like Liza, she's kind. I wouldn't consider her my friend though, more like… a sister, a big sister. A big sister that you love to hate.
"Anna, time to get up," I hear Liza's groggy voice shout through the door, knocking it twice as she walks past my room. Oh, I'm Anna by the way, Anna Wilson.