I struggled to swallow the lump forming in my throat as my mind became clouded by thoughts. How could this have happened? The only thing going through my mind was my father. 'No. This isn't...this can't be true...but her tears...Mom was crying. She never cries. Well, not around me, anyways.'

I continued keeping my gaze on the ground as I walked away from my home, and somewhat back to the small pond in the back of the house, a little ways away from the woods. This pond has my favorite memories, especially with my dad. Normally, these woods and this pond is full of life, however, it is Fall. The air is gradually growing colder, causing the small animals and even any large animals (if there are any) to stock up on food for the upcoming Winter. This is the most beautiful place I know. So calm and peaceful...unlike me at the moment. I'm far from calm. The tears began streaming down my cheeks while I tried to process everything. Dad used to take me back here to this pond all the time when I was little.

I looked around and saw all the little toys that I had left here over the years. No matter how upset I had been, this scenery forced a soft smile on my face.

I recalled the times that mother and father brought me out here...and dad would show me the constalations and explain the meaning of them. My favorite? The Big Dipper. Just the thought of the stars guiding all those poor slaves to safety was...facnating to me, I suppose.

I made my way over to my favorite tree until something caught my attention. It was the blue box. You know..the one I had seen outside? Yeah. That blue box. How did it get here? And...when? I had just seen it out my window not 30 minutes ago. With the size of this thing, it would take a bit longer than that to move it. Am I just imagining things? Hesitantly, I began walking toward the box. Fear had built in me, though I didn't know why or how. It was just a stupid police box. It can't hurt me. Just as I was about to place my hand on the door handle, a voice called out to me. "Oi!" He yelled, "Don't touch that please!" My head turned quickly with reflexes. "Why is it on our property!?" I yelled back in retort.

"It's...er...We didn't know this was your property, and we couldn't have it sitting there on the streets for someone to take or ruin, now could we?" man was deffinately Scottish. Well...or British. Perhaps a mix of both? Maybe not, but still. "How did you get it here. I saw it in front of my house." She glared lightly. "So, are you going to tell me?"

The tall man sighed and shook his head lightly. "We couldn't leave it out on the street, and there was no way to fit it in my house. Honestly, we didn't know this was your property. We loaded it onto my friend's truck, and moved it back here. We followed a trail from back there." He pointed in the direction, causing me to sigh. There was an old trail back there, but not many people knew about it. "Ah, I see..." She nodded, "I suppose...it'll be okay but...don't go near our house! I know how to defend myself, as does my mother." Thoughts of her father returned, but she tried shrugging it off. "That is no problem..." He trailed off before asking me a question. "By any chance, do you go to the middle school here? You know, the public school?" I simply nodded in reply.

"Of course I do! Do I look like I go to a private school? Yes? No? Maybe? I do believe the right answer is no. Well, at least, I would hope so."

"Ah, I see. I'm a new teacher there. Grade 8 History, technically."

"Oh! You must be the teacher that is taking over for that teacher." He nodded. "I am."

I nodded and sighed, before looking at the slowly darkening sky. "I have to go, Mr..." She trailed off, waiting for his name. "Smith. John Smith." He smiled softly and shook my hand. "Mr. Smith." I nodded my head and turned around, quickly walking toward my house and going to bed. Of course, I had thought of today's events, and even wrote in my diary. Then again, that's my nightly routine. I wrote a continuation of the diary entry on the same page as before.

Once more, I have one less thing. Well...person, in my life. First it was my aunt, and then my Dad. I...I still can't believe it...how could this have happened? I don't know where mom went, but when I went around to look for her, I couldn't find her. Even her car was gone. She went somewhere, but god knows. Hopefully, she'll be back.

Sincerely, Pascal

I gently placed the book down on my dresser and took one last glance out the window before laying down my bed and slowly drifting asleep.