Amy's POV
So, When I was a kid I had an "imaginary friend" except he wasn't imaginary. There were monsters in my room too. They weren't imaginary either, of course nobody believed me. Then, one night a mad man in a weird box came crashing out of the sky and he saw the monsters too. He talked to me like I could understand what he was going on about and he couldn't have been imaginary because he ate pretty much everything in my Aunty Sharon's kitchen !
The mad man, "The Doctor" he was called, was stubborn and funny and wouldn't stop until he found what he needed. Which in his case was apparently fish fingers and custard! He talked about how his face was new. I think he'd just changed. From what I didn't know but that thought stuck with me so strongly.
Then he left. He said he'd only be five minutes. I waited all night and he didn't come back. My aunty was always saying how I was such a bright imaginative boy. So when I started talking about The Doctor she smiled and nodded and said."Oh Arthur, the stories you make up ! But you mustn't make such a mess in the kitchen next time."
I didn't stop talking about The Doctor because he was brilliant and he understood and because he was REAL. Eventually I kind of got a reputation. The weird ginger kid with the imaginary friend. I didn't have that many "real" friends growing up. There was always Rory though. He stuck with me right from the first moment the grown ups sat us together with colouring books and paints and glitter and glue to play with. He never seemed to care how crazy everyone else thought I was and they all thought I was preeetty mad.
When I met The Doctor I was already pretty sure that I saw in fact a girl, not a boy. By the time I'd been through two psychiatrists because of my "raggedy Doctor" I'd learned some new words, Transgender, Transexual. If I thought that the adults made a fuss about The Doctor then I was in for another thing entirely when I started to talk about that. I kept on though, because it was true, because The Doctor didn't stop until he got what he needed, because at the end of the day I knew deep down my Aunty Sharon loved me and I knew I always, always had Rory.
With a very large amount of stubbornness I got MY "fish fingers and custard". I managed to transition. It didn't exactly stop the population of Ledworth from thinking of me as "the weird ginger kid" but I didn't care. Honestly I think that life's probably allot better when your considered a bit strange. Just like The Doctor.
So here I am Amelia Pond all grown up and if I'm honest I'm still waiting for my imaginary friend to come back. Maybe he will, although he's bloody late !