"WAKE UP!" I hear an awful, but all too familiar voice screech. Her voice was like nails on a chalk board. On the other hand, I was glad she woke me up. If she hadn't, I might have fell into an endless sleep.
I had a dream again. There was a man and a woman standing in front of me. They really didn't have a distinctive face, but I knew they were there. They were kind people, probably the only people who had ever shown me kindness. The man's voice was deep and smooth, the kind of voice you could just fall asleep to. The woman's voice was soft and kind, as if she could solve any problem you had. But I knew they weren't real. Only figures in my hopeless dreams.
"LEAH!" I heard the voice screech again.
"A MOMENT PLEASE!" I scream back in utter frustration. I grab my tattered grey sweater, which I've had since I was approximately nine, put on my hole infested jeans, and run downstairs.
"About freaking time you lazy child. Make breakfast." Said the fat, plump, grey haired lady. I was pretty sure Ms. Veenstra was a direct descendent of a terrorist. I often betted with the other orphans on which one she would be related to. My money was on Hitler. She had the same moustache.
"Would you like some cheese with that?" I asked in a sweet, sarcastic manner.
"Say something like that again, and I will beat you within an inch of your life." she threatened. I smiled. It wasn't like she could touch me. I knew if she were to ever lay a finger on me, she would lose her job. And judging by the clothes she wore here, that wasn't a risk she could take. Nonetheless, I started making breakfast. I was starving and no one else would do it, so the job was open for me.
I placed the eggs on the skillet and set glasses of milk by each chair in the dinning room. By the time I finish breakfast, all of the other children have finished there chores. I watch them all devour the runny yolk filled eggs and guzzle the cold milk as if they had never eaten, which was partly true. Sometimes Ms. Veenstra would leave us at night to hang out with friends (as if she had any) leaving us girls to hold our own.
After breakfast, we line up along the bedroom wall for bed inspection. Ms. Veenstra waltzes around the room, looking for anything that might be a hair out of place. She lifts all of our mattresses and checks under beds to make sure we haven't stolen anything. But I'm more clever than that.
I've only stolen one thing in my whole life. A dark brown, leather covered journal. The only and most personal thing I own. When I'm really sad or lonely, I begin to write letters to my parents. This may sound ridiculous, but I've always imagined my parents being teachers. Always having a big and calming smile that could brighten any day and solve any problem. But it just wasn't the truth.
I hid my journal strategically, on top of the frame underneath my bed. Ms. Veenstra expects me to be stupid since I've had no contact with the outside world, but she severely underestimates me. In truth, I am capable of so much more.
After she dismisses us, we continue on with our daily chores. My chore was tending to the bathroom since I was by far Ms. Veenstras favorite student (feel the sarcasm). The day went by faster than expected and by nine o'clock, I was in my usual space.
A nook in the little back corner was sitting there exactly as I'd left it. The pillows were all bundled up in the corner just waiting for me to cuddle on. I made myself comfy on the little bed and daydreamed out the window. London was beautiful at night. The luminous glow of all the buildings seemed to light up the night. Big Ben could be seen from miles away, as if were a beacon of light, brightening the way for all those who were lost.
But my view was startlingly interrupted. I actually couldn't believe what I saw. A beautiful, snowy white owl perched itself on the ledge of my window, just staring at me. I had no idea what to do. I was about to shoo it away, when something caught my eye.
A white slip of paper was wedged between the talons of the owl.
I cautiously opened my window. The bird just sat there calmly as I removed the paper from the birds enormous talons. What the paper said nearly made my heart stop.
Dear Leah,
We here by congratulate you, for you have been chosen to be enrolled in The Tardis University School For Exceptional People. We understand your shock, but please know this is not a trick. The professors at Tardis University are dedicated to the care of our students and would never play such a harmful trick. At this school, you will be able to harness your full potential and find where you truly belong. We hope you take our offer into deep consideration and we hope to see you at the school soon.
Sincerely,
Peter Capaldi
Headmaster of Tardis University
I shook my head in disbelief. What had I just read? What the heck was Tardis University? How was I exceptional? What would happen at this school? Was this a prank? And even if it wasn't, how the frick would I get there? A million things buzzed in my head, so much that it began to ache. But all of my thoughts cleared after what I saw outside.
A box. A deep blue police box. What the bloody- how did that get there?! That definitely was not there before, and neither was the raggedly dressed old man beside it. He was really old, and I don't just mean by his looks. His eyes were old, they seemed to give off this wavering effect. As if they showed he was much older than he appeared.
He didn't seem harmful. He had a nice, big smile that matched the soft look in his eyes, as if he were just begging me to come down. This was crazy. How could I just go with an old man that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere with a big blue police box? Then again, how could I not? The invitation was tempting. It was risky, but it's better than staying here, right? What could go wrong?
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