Amy's Diary: Part one

I came to a point in my life when I had two options: Stay on earth with my boyfriend Rory, or run away with a mad man with a blue box that I'd known since I was seven. I chose the second one. My Doctor, who ate fish custard and spat out the food I gave him. When I was nineteen, he showed up again, after 12 years. He'd promised me five minutes. But I got twelve years, four psychiatrists, and a job that made people look down on me. So when he came back, when he finally came back, I whacked him over the head with a cricket bat, pretended I was a police woman, and nearly got killed by an alien called Prisoner Zero, who'd escaped from the prison on the other side of the scary crack in my wall. Then, after that, he found out who I was, told me that aliens from outer space were about to blow up the planet and told me off because I was a kiss-o-gram. Somehow he stopped the aliens (called the Atraxi) from destroying the world, and took off for another two years. Just after I'd started to be reconciled that he wouldn't be coming back, my boyfriend Rory proposed. What could I say? "Could you possibly wait until my raggedy Doctor comes back?" So I said yes. Then, the night before my wedding, he came back. I rushed outside in a nightie and slippers, and ran off with him in the middle of the night. He showed me things I'd dreamed of since I'd met him, and took me to a spaceship called StarShip UK, where facts were shrouded with mystery, and we got swallowed by a star whale because we protested against a lie. Covered in sick, we were helped out by Liz Ten, the queen who'd been on the throne for 300 years. The Doctor shouted at me for a choice I couldn't remember, and told me that I was going home. I was angry, shouted at him back, and then had a brain wave. I saved the Doctor from killing an innocent being, his salvation, and he forgave me.

Then he took me to London, in the Second World War. Some things turned up called Daleks, who apparently I should've known. I saved the Earth by saying this to a robot.

"Hey. Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?"

"Hurts, doesn't it? But kind of a good hurt."

Okay, next one is about the angels, but I won't write it if people don't review!