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Sometimes, when I'm very bored or lonely, I make up stories in my mind to distract myself from anything and everything. It's become a habit of mine, to think about something long enough so that it invades my dreams for the chance to become true.

My stories have only come to life a handful of times, for instance, when I dreamed a handsome guy would sweep me away on my sixteenth birthday, I made up the story in my head and when the day arrived everything came true, with the added unexpected addition of me covered in cake as he ran away with my best friend. Then there's the time I wished for a miracle the day before a big test at school and it snowed so much that everyone in town was stuck in their houses fearing the 'miracle blizzard'.

Ok maybe what I like to call 'my superpower' is being a little exaggerated here. But this all leads up to something very important.

Straight after I graduated high school and was kicked out of the family home with not even a chance to take a breath, I sat in an empty hotel room staring at the deteriorating wallpaper and suspicious stains on the floor and made up a story in my head. A story that gave me purpose in life, that would make me feel important, that would make me feel loved and strong... I eventually fell asleep dreaming of this story that finally gave me the chance to be more than me.

Then I woke up and did what every person must do in their life: try to find a job.

I wouldn't say my superpower knocked me over in a whirlwind of awesome instantly, I actually felt like I needed to earn that opportunity.

So I finally sit down at the small generic table placed in likely every hotel room in the building I'm making home, and start researching.

What could give me a purpose in my life? I could decide to be a vet, or a policewoman! Though there is a big difference between those two options...

Of one thing I am certain, sitting around in my hotel room studying how to obtain a job is nothing compared to going outside into the cold harsh world to get one. So I leave the cheap hotel to conquer the world... or at least the job system.

"I feel that I can really contribute to your company here if you could just give me the chance... No... I've always wanted to work... Ugh no that's worse. " I mutter out loud as I pay no attention to my surroundings, instead preferring to constantly obsess over how someone succeeds at talking. I think I prefer reading, book characters never laugh at you or tell you you're useless. I'd rather pick reading or kissing right now, even if the partners for the last option don't seem to be lining up to participate. "No... I can do this... probably."

"Oh! Talking to yourself, sounds fun can I join in?" I turn my head in shock to see a young British guy in his late twenties walking beside me, he's wearing a stylish bowtie and a interesting tweed suit not seeming to have a care in the world, I am definitely jealous. Biting my lip I try to think of a reply when he interrupts again. "No wait, that kind of beats the purpose, then we'd be talking to each other. Hmm... How about we talk to ourselves next to each other. Or even better not talk at all! No.. that's not good. Uh. Hello! I'm The Doctor. What's your name?"

I cautiously look at his outstretched hand half expecting to be pranked in some way or for a camera to be hidden in the shadows to capture my response to such a random stranger. But as I glance at the face of the man calling himself The Doctor I relax slightly at the warmth and care radiating off of him. I reach out and shake his hand softly before quickly pulling away. "Hi uh... not that I'm complaining or anything but... why are you talking to me?"

"I believe I asked you a question first. You can't break the rules by not answering. I'll answer your question if you answer mine." I look at the peculiar man and suddenly realise I am smiling for the first time in days. Not only that but even though his outfit is strange he just feels like someone I can be comfortable around, maybe I could just humour him for now and see what happens.

"Breaking the rules? Are we playing a game now?" I quirk my eyebrows at him in amusement.

"Definitely." He replies with a smile leaning against the snow covered gate surrounding the town park trying to look casual and normal.

"When did that happen?"

"Just then when you wouldn't answer my question. Are you going to answer it now because you really seem to be breaking all the rules here." I smile at him and say nothing, a silence stretching out until he sighs with all the seriousness of a clown.

"Lia Marie. Or Lia, or... anything really." I finally confess when I've mustered enough courage.

"Finally! Now I'm legally obligated to answer your questions." Before I can say a word It feels like he decides to bombard me with an onslaught of speech that wipes any thought or awkward reply from my mind. "As I said, I'm The Doctor. I was wandering down this street trying to figure out what the year is when I was frozen in place. I could see you walking down here from across the road talking to yourself and It intrigued me. Not because you're strange or anything, I talk to myself all the time."

"That's not exactly comforting bow-tie man." I roll my eyes, blushing at the thought he would take notice of me from across the street, all because of my nervous muttering. "So that's why you came to talk to me? I was talking to myself to loudly?"

"Not at all!" He straightens slightly before continuing. "I stopped to talk to you because I saw a young woman named Lia Marie with the weight of the world on her shoulders, she was so weighed down that one of the most important facts in the world was being hidden from her."

I listen intently to him, knowing that in a moment this conversation will be over, forever to become a distant memory I will look back on and try to decipher. "What fact?"

"Forget about that right now, instead look around and tell me what you see, not the boring things, the interesting things. Things you notice when you look at what's around you" The Doctor's eyes meet mine with interest as mine meet his with confusion. Who is this man? Why am I even talking to him, shouldn't I be finding a job instead of wasting time? Although... my entire life is made up of people forgetting me and he'll be gone in the blink of an eye. What harm is there in having a little adventure when it presents itself to me, especially if he can see something about me I that I can't.

So against my better judgement I turn to face the men and woman walking down the busy side-walk and try to take in the interesting things about them.

"Um... I see people, going to work and school to live their lives, not noticing that everyone else around them is doing the same in their own way. " I look at The Doctor expecting a negative reaction but am instead greeted with him gesturing for me to keep talking. "I guess they're... They're writing their own stories, their own paths."

"And there's The Fact. The one hidden from your view that I can see as plain as day." He smiles kindly at me and steps back slightly. "There are a million stories out there writing themselves, but your story is in your hands and you have the lucky ability of knowing it."

"That..." I mutter. "That makes no sense."

"Oh." The Doctor looks disheartened and moves to walk away. "I must have been wrong about you then."

As I watch him turn away some thought stirs inside me and I voice it before I can process what I'm saying. "You're wrong. Everyone has a story, sure. But I don't think mine is in my hands. All I know is that I have a hundred unknown battles to fight, and right now I'm just focusing on one."

He is only a few steps away from me, not having gotten very far into trying to leave. So when he mutters a sentence out loud I can hear every word clearly.

"You're more special than I thought."

Hello everyone I am Ara. No matter the quality of this chapter I must say the first chapter's are always the hardest for me and it will get better, so in the meantime I'd love to hear what you think. Until the next time!