Lives of the innocent change during wars. Especially the biggest wars, like the Last Great Time War. It was a fight between the Daleks and Timelords for all of eternity, and both lost. It was all because of me, Starlit, the Weapon, as they called me and keep doing so. But I wasn't alone, a man named the Doctor was there too. He came once.

Stupid suburban house. Stupid public school. Stupid little brother. Stupid mundane existence. Twelve years, I've lived my life like this. Little brother bugging me every day, old-fashioned parents to deal with, school to deal with, Mr. Leeway and Mrs. Strauss to deal with. For twelve years, my live has been nothing more than ordinary and boring. Twelve years, staring up at the infinite starts and the infinite blackness in the middle of winter and wishing my life would begin. For Twelve years, I've been nothing. Tomorrow, I turn Thirteen.