1989, April, 27, it was patricks big day, his mom came in and smiled to him " ready to be our birthday boy! " she said as she grabbed his little hand and walked down the hallway. patrick wore some overalls and a striped shirt, he also so wore some worn down sneakers but he didn't care about that, he cared about turning 5. he always looked up to this day and thought about it every night, him turning 5 and going to kinder garden, finally going to see what school was.

" oh look at him hes so adorable! " his aunt said, patrick smiled at this and saw some of his friends " Amy! peter! Johnathan! " (and no it does not mean i put the bands names to these names, I JUST THOUGHT OF THEM OK, ) patrick waved to them and ran to them, they were outside at the play ground next to their apartment playing in the sand box, patricks favourite place. " hi patrick, " amy said to him, " amy when are you 5? " patrick asked, " i dont know, " amy said shrugging.

" you know what patrick, my parents talked to a man, and he said watch out for a bwue box " peter said, " peter thats not true " a boy came from behind patrick, it was Nicolas, " mommy and daddy were joking about it with some man. " " not true? " patrick said, " oh " patrick looked down at the sand, he played with it a little bit as Nicolas went away.

patrick smiled and looked back up, " what did your parents say about the box? " he said to them, " my daddy told the man, if you hear a weird noise he must be outside, and when hes here something very bad will happen " peter said closing up on the three. (writer- JUST THINK OF 5 YEAR OLD PATRICK WITH HIS LITTLE SAND BOX TOYS AWWWWWWW IT MUST BE SO ADORBALBE oh wait... IM THE WRITER I CAN DO ANYTHING WITH THIS... nah i dont want to put how they look im lazy)

patricks mother came to take him to, sing happy birthday, with all the other kids. as he went up to his apartment the three behind him were really exited to eat cake. as they went up everyone looked at patrick with a grin, saying how hes grown up so fast and now hell be going to school, patrick wondered about school, was it fun?(writer- haha,haha,HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA no )

patrick got up on his stool to blow out his candles, the only thing was, where was the cake? " wait here patrick " his parents said going to the kitchen, " ha, look patrick doesnt have a cake! " Nicolas said, " Nicolas, honey stop that " his mother snapped " but i always knew his parents were poor! " he poked patrick on the chest " thats why you have those stupid shoes and clothes! "

patrick got angry, he didnt like anyone talking about this, his parents may have lived in an apartment but they werent poor, patrick made a fist as his face put up a frown, raising the fist an explosion was heard. " what the? " a woman said jumping around and running to it, Nicolas cried like if it was a bomb, patrick stood there and wondered what it was. " oh my god... " she said pulling out the burnt up present, patricks parents came rushing down to find the toy.

" hes done it " his father said, as he laughed, his mother laughed to, and she had cupcakes in her hand. patrick jumped in excitement as the cupcakes were brought, one had a candle while the others had colorful icing. his father lit up the match and they sang happy birthday

~~ 9 hours later ~~( WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED EVERYONE JUST PARTIED? NO EVERYONE LEFT SO PATRICK COULD GET SOME SLEEP LIKE WHAT I NEED NOW )

patirick got is pajamas on and started falling asleep, until he heard a sound from the window, he gasped and got up to see what it is. he got the stool and pulled it to the window and saw it, the blue box peter was talking about.

whirr, wheee, whirr, whee

Patrick smiled, peter told them that a man was in there and if you saw it it would mean bad things, but a bad thing happened today, and it got better. " mister, that's in the box " he said " can i not be pushed around, i want everyone to like me, because my mommy said so, ' treat the world better than you treat you ' so please, can you? " he said as it went away into the starry night. patrick smiled " good night " he said as he went to sleep, dreaming who could be in the box.

JUST IMAGINE THE LITTLE PATRICK AND HES THERE SAYING HE DOESNT WANT TO BE BULLIED, IT WOULD BE SO ADORABLE HE THINGKS THE TARDIS IS A SHOOTING STAR ( which kinds is ) AND THEN HE WONDERED WHO WOULD BE IN A FLYING BOX, HE DOESNT EVEN QUESTION HOW THE BOX COULD BE FLYING HAHA

quote for next chapter- " hello, who are you? "