You know when you meet The Doctor that something is going to happen. Something drastic, something unusual, and something that will twist your life up like a cheap balloon animal. But of course, when you're around The Doctor you're as light as air, you're just a cloud drifting in the sky. So you ignore this unusual knowledge. But, let me tell you, that ignoring it will always get you in trouble.
When I heard the unusual cosmic noise coming from outside of my house, I just ignored it. My brother usually watched Star Trek at ten o' clock just to annoy me to no end. I just jammed a pillow over my head and forced my eyes shut, and soon I was back to sleep. When I woke up again to the same noise, I sat up in bed and glanced at my clock. Four. Four o' freaking clock. I got out of bed and stumbled downstairs, only to see that Mark wasn't watching his stupid shows anymore. I pulled on my jacket and decided to investigate. After all, I was responsible for Mark since Mom was gone for the week. The noise had ended, but I had a feeling it would be returning soon.
When I woke up again, I realized I had fallen asleep on the couch. But when I tried to remeber why, it was like something was putting a road block in front of my memories. I just tried to forget about it, and told myself it was a dream. I hopped in the shower and made Mark some breakfast, then grabbed my keys and told him I was going to work. He was 14, and almost mature enough to not burn down the house in my absence.
When I arrived at Starbucks, I greeted Justin sleepily and slipped my green flour-covered apron on.
"Someone went to a party last night," Justin said.
"Shut up. My brother watched Star Trek and kept me up," I snapped.
"Geez. I meant it was a party for eight-year-olds. Someone's sensitive," he laughed.
"Stop flirting," I said, punching him on the shoulder.
"I am NOT flirting," he said.
I laughed and pushed him out of my way as I made my way to the kitchen, where I ate- I mean made donuts. Sure, I was bumping up a few dress sizes but I could always excersize it off- right? I mean, I was only 182 lbs. And I was 16, which isn't too bad.... right?
Besides, I didn't have time to be active, I had work, then school, then Mark to take care of. At least, this week I did. But today was Saturday, so I wrote myself a mental sticky note to excersize later. I made sure to put it in the very back of my mind where I would probably forget about it. I mean, where I'd totally remeber it.
After work I got myself a free latte and packed up an extra donut for Mark. I left it on the table when I got home. As soon as I put down my things I heard a peculiar noise. The cosmomuse! Er- that's what I referred to it as, a combination of the cosmic sound it made and the calming, music like qualities it had. I ran outside and by the time I got to the end of the driveway I was sweating and almost keeled over. I threw away my mental sticky note. And then I noticed something that was sort of weird. A police box from the 1950's in my neighbor's yard. One of their dogs was urinating on it. Well, I guess someone was trying to train their dogs or something. I walked past it to find the source of the cosmomuse.
"Oi! Oi! Cut it out!!"
I turned around, only to see that an odd-looking man with a sandy brown dress coat and brown hair shooing off the dog that was marking its territory. He pulled a key out from inside his jacket and I noticed a whitish salmon colored shirt and some dark suspenders as well. Who was this guy? He unlocked the police box and stepped inside. I decided that this guy was just trespassing on our neighbor's yard and maybe I should do something. But he was a lot taller than me, and well built with broad shoulders, so he might have something to say to me.... better play it safe.
I walked on past the box and he popped out again, only to run past me and go to another one of my neighbor's mail boxes. He opened it up and pulled out some mail, and then went to the next one, and the next one after that, always pulling out the mail from inside.... and the occasional Victoria's Secret magazine. He turned around again and looked right at me.
"Oh, don't mind me, dear. Just a little mail problem, all of these letters have been delivered to the wrong address."
He flashed me a badge with his picture and the words "John Smith, proffessional mail inspector."
"Oh, okay. Thanks, Mr. Smith. Is their anything wrong with my mail? I'm at number 13," I said.
"No, no, just these five."
"Alright. Quick question, what's that blue police box?"
"Oh, that's just a trinket delivered to your neighbor by me. He ordered it online. I was just checking it out to make sure there were no problems."
"It wasn't in a package. And why not deliver it to his door?"
"That's just the weird ways of the postal service," he replied.
"Okay. Well, thanks," I said, awkwardly walking past him.
"See you," he said.
I noticed he had a British accent. I decided not to ask him of his origins, however, since he still sort of creeped me out. He seemed to be lying, though, about the police box. I decided to investigate him further. I waited until I was out of sight, and then hid in the bushes. I heard the cosmomuse, and the blue police box slowly faded from view.
"What the-" I said, before being interrupted by some kids riding by on their bikes. My heart pounded. What was this guy? What was that? HOW was that? Who was he? Was this alien? A million questions spun through my head. I ran back to my house, and up my driveway. Unfortunately, my body couldn't take this sort of physical exertion, and I went unconscious halfway up it.
