Journal Entry 02

Date: August 1, 2013

I didn't figure that I would be writing in it more than once a day, but you asked us to put down anything weird or interesting that happens to us, and do I have a story for you.

Since you're going to read this, you'll already know my day has been a little weird. But to extend it even further, the last two weeks have been weird, and I think I just got the answer. It was all thanks to you that I did. I would have never gone to the park when I did, and I wouldn't have met the strangest man of my day.

I'm going to start at the beginning of my tale, and it begins directly after your class. As you know, you're my last class of the day, and you asked to us go someplace special and write a journal entry about it.

Without you, I would have never went through. You started me on this, and this is the story.

"What are you going to do for it?" Tommy asked, his perfect teeth shinning in the bright sunlight. My hand was in front of my eyes to keep it from shining in them and blinding me.

"I'm thinking about going to the park," I said, looking over to him. "I've played a lot of football..."

"Soccer," Tommy said.

This is a running joke between the two of us. He is determined to continue calling football soccer.

I rolled my eyes and continued. "Anyway, I've spent a lot of time and it's a special place for me. I'll just write about going there. You want to come? We can play."

"Ahh," he said. "I've got nothing better to do."

And with that, we set off. We took a bus to the park, talking quietly about people from school. The park is never too busy on school days, so nothing more than few people walking around, and some parents enjoying the day with their children.

There were already people on the field. Tommy and I walked over. "Need a couple more players," I asked. I recognized some of the people there.

"Sure," they yelled, and soon the game was on. It was Tommy that kicked the ball too far left and right out of the field. The kick was very hard, and had it been dead center, no one could have stopped it.

I ran off to get it, and bent down, and rammed my head into something.

I took a step back, rubbing my head, and it was a little blurry.

"Hello there," I heard a man's voice say. I heard a few steps and then a closing door. I looked up. There was a giant blue box. 'Police Public Call Box' was written on the top of it.

I looked up and saw the man. He saw a pinstriped suit, and hair standing up. It was on the longer side and standing straight up.

"Who... Who... Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"The Doctor?" I asked, finally managing to get back my ability to speak. "Doctor Who?"

"Just the Doctor," the man said. "Tell me," he said, not bothering to help me get back up. "You haven't seen anything strange here have you. Course you haven't."

"What?"

"Oh nothing," the man said. "I don't suppose you know where something strange is happening, would you."

"Right here," I said.

"Really?" He said, looking around. "I don't see anything weird."

"I'm just going to go back playing football," I said, just a little scared.

And with that, I walked away from the man that called himself the Doctor. I still can't explain the strange man, but he didn't seem, human. He was stranger than anyone I've ever met, and this is a park, it that tells you anything.

I decided not to stay much longer at the park, fearing that the man was some kind of peado, and I wondered off back home. I'll write a later entry about why the park is special to me, but I needed to write this down. I hear my doorbell now, so I suppose this is a good time to end. It's almost night now, and I'm ready for this strange day to get over.

This is Michael Wade

Signing off.

The first part of this story is almost to the end. The next chapter will be the conclusion. The final chapter of this story will be the longest yet, and is going to take just a little bit more time than the rest. I know that I've promised one every Tuesday and Friday, this one will need just a little more time. There are many things that need to happen. Part two will drop some of the more journal type writing, and become more of a story.