Sorry if this chapter's a bit boring, I thought it was an important little event and I wanted to write about it :)
I sit on the floor of my bedroom, my various different art sets surrounding me. Pencils, markers, glue sticks and all sorts of things litter the entire floor. I'm working on something new, something more special than a drawing. It takes a lot of effort and creativity, but I want to have something for Rory and myself to play inside, as winter is approaching. Normally we play our pretending adventure game outside. We still haven't found Prisoner Zero.
A pile of crumpled paper and discarded Sellotape lies beside me; the result of my failed attempts at making my new project. I'm beginning to get very frustrated, because nothing is working out the way I want it to. I look around at all the things I could use. Paper is obviously not working for me. Cardboard, I decide, would be too difficult. I spy a packet of pipe cleaners, and I pick it up to have a look. They seem like they're worth a try.
I take two pipe cleaners out of the plastic wrapping and wind them together. That should work as the body, I think. I take another and cut it in half to form two acceptable arms, then another two for legs. It's all working fine until I have to make a head. Not knowing what else to do, I roll a few of the pipe cleaners into a ball. It looks decent enough. I stick all the pieces together and I have a basic body shape.
The clothes are much more difficult. I manage to make them from paper and an awful lot of Sellotape. They look a bit messy, but I suppose that adds to the effect. He is raggedy, after all. I glue some wool to the top of his 'head' to make hair, and finally I take my markers and draw a face.
I hold my work up in front of me and smile. One raggedy Doctor doll, I think to myself happily. I place him safely under my bed, where Aunt Sharon won't find him. She barely ever comes into my room, but I still want to be careful.
I set to work making an Amelia doll. Once she's finished, I wonder if I should make a Rory one. There would be too many for us to play with, then, but it's the thought that counts, right? I decide to make one, and I leave him beside the other two under the bed. It'll be nice, thinking that they're all there to protect me when I go to sleep. It's hard for me to sleep when the crack in my wall is making noise.
I tidy everything up, and then I sit down again and begin to to think. I think about seeing Dr. Roberts that afternoon. She told me that she'll be able to tell me what's wrong and why my aunt sent me to her very soon. I want to know, but I'm also a bit scared. There isn't really anything wrong with me, is there? I guess I'll find out on my next visit.
Then I think about Rory. We haven't seen each other outside school for nearly two weeks, when he held my hand. I seem to be unable to stop thinking about it. Nobody had ever held my hand before that, especially not a boy. Boys are all yuck, except for Rory. I don't understand all those silly teenagers who have boyfriends. Why would they want them? I'm very happy with Rory being my best friend, because we don't do icky stuff like kissing. Gross! I don't want to be a teenager if I have to do that. I'm nearly nine, anyway, I'm big already.
"Amelia!" Aunt Sharon's voice pulls me back to the present.
"What is it?" I call down.
"Dinner!" she replies. I sigh, then get up to go downstairs. While I'm eating, I think about the dolls I made, all tucked up under the bed. A smile finds its way onto my face.