Little things

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The girl with the long brown hair sat up in her tree, her astonishingly green eyes sparking brightly, reflecting the universe she was starring up at. Her hair blew lightly in the wind, and her long pristine white pants and shirt seemed to glitter in the dim light.

This girl's name was Andrea Suzanne Smith. But what's a name? Names are just tittles, and tittles don't tell you anything. Unless, of course, they are well earned.

Andrea watched the stars in the universe with a longing, to get away from her small confined life and explore.

She was a dreamer, and a believer in impossible things, no matter how much her friends and family told her to get her head out of the clouds and pay attention to her real, solid surroundings.

After hours of sitting, just dangling her legs down from the highest sturdy point of the little birch tree, Andrea swung down and landed on the ground easily and silently. The tree was hers, it had been planted by her father the day she was born and he died the next day. The tree had grown with her, much stronger and faster than most trees.

Andrea had always thought that was because her father's spirit was helping it to grow.

She walked back into the house that was hers, all her other family members had moved out or died, so if was just her.

27 year old Andrea, alone to face the world head on with to help or encouragement.

She had no idea how she had survived the past three years of her life.

There was a tiny faded blue shed behind her house, Andrea didn't know how to open it, but at the top in neat and still slightly legible letters, the word 'police' could be made out.

What this meant to Andrea was hers and hers alone, though not even she remembered why.

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No Doctor, just TARDIS.

I do not own Doctor Who.