Too Good To Be True

1. Make A Wish

A/N: This is my first Fanfic!!!! It starts out slow, but bear with me!

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I am a 12 year old girl. My name is Marianna. I'm just like you. A whovian. I'm no one special. Some hearts just get lucky sometimes.

Over the past year I have formed a little ritual. Every night, I go outside, I'd pick a star and recite the old rhyme:

Starlight, star bright,

First star I see tonight,

I wish I may,

I wish I might,

Have the wish,

I wish tonight.

Then I recite this simple wish:

I wish the same wish I wish each day,

I wish that the TARDIS would take me away.

"Because when the answers that you know just prove you wrong, gotta have a little faith to fall back on."

But enough with the sentiment. On with the story.
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Tonight Marianna had just gotten off the phone with her sister. Her sister was a senior in college. The valedictorian, graduating a year early from highschool, and junior college. She was the perfect child. Marianna didn't envy her. Quite the contrary she loved her sister and missed her. She had been the one to introduce Marianna to Doctor Who after all.

Marianna smirked to herself as she walked outside. This had become an almost subconcious act for her, being as though she did it every night. She made her wish on a paticularly bright star.

To anyone else her actions would seem childish, crazy, and foolish. She had officially accepted the fact that she was completely insane. She really believed that the Doctor was real, even though everything she knew proved her wrong.

Marianna walked back inside. It was about 10:00pm and Marianna's parents were already in bed. She was sure to lock the door behind her as she tip-toed up the stairs past her parents' bedroom and her brother's bedroom into her own room. She had a huge body mirror at the foot of her bed and admired herself for a moment. She had messy brown hair that was trying to be curly, acne on her forehead, blue glasses on her nose, and a T-Shirt and jeans. Hardly beautiful, though her mother would disagree. Well that's parents for you.

Clothes were strewn across the floor and a pile of papers had fallen off her desk and scattered itself around the area. She had often complained about the smallness of the room, but her parents insisted on turning her sister's old bedroom into an office instead of allowing me the space.

She left her room the way it was. She was tired and didn't feel like doing anything about it. She lied down on her bed, but as he often did the Doctor crept into her mind. The tenth Doctor was her favorite. He was perfect. He was sarcastic, fun, sexy, cute, weird, gentlemen-y, and just plain awesome. Marianna had cried so hard when he died.

Marianna had this weird way of experiencing really intense emotion. She pretty much feels 10 times harder then regular people. When she's happy she's like hysterical. When she's angry she's raging. When she's in love...it hurts. Marianna was usually able to control them. She was never able to talk to anyone about her feelings. She was an open book, but she didn't often volunteer information. If someone asked her about her past, her secrets, her feelings, well she'd tell them. In fact they probably wouldn't be able to get her to shut up.