Part 30 (1/2)
Navigating unlikely alliances with her new coworker, two very different boys, and possibly even her parents, Amy struggles to decide if it's worth being a best friend when it makes you a public enemy. Bringing readers along on an often hilarious and heartwarming journey, Amy finds that maybe getting a life only happens once you think your life is over.
A Note from Lisa Burstein.
A s a thank-you to my awesome readers, I held a contest in honor of Dear Ca.s.sie being an epistolary novel, where entrants would write a diary entry in the voice of their favorite fictional character. The grand prize was one lucky entry being published in the back of the book. I chose four finalists and then people voted online for their favorites.
Read on for the the winning entry by Monica Fumarolo . . .
Inspired by the TV show Doctor Who Amelia Pond was seven when a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p crashed in her yard and out climbed a time traveler: the Doctor. She was quickly taken with the man and crushed when he didn't return like he'd promised. In his absence, people called her crazy for always insisting her ”imaginary friend” was real. Twelve years later, he came back, bringing along danger and adventure. But that was two years ago, and he'd since vanished as quickly as he'd appeared. Now, the night before her wedding, Amy thinks of the excitement she experienced with the Doctor, not sure she's really ready to settle down just yet.
People have said I'm mad for fourteen years, but I never really started believing it until now. Because now, right now, I should be excited. Ecstatic. Over the moon and completely happy because they say tomorrow is the biggest day of my life.
They would say that, though, because they also say I'm mad. That a man in a blue box didn't really fall out of the sky and into my life twice, save all of humanity, change everything, then disappear again. If meeting the Raggedy Doctor and helping him save the world weren't the biggest days of my life, then I really don't think a wedding can top that.
Even if it is my wedding. Even if it is to Rory.
Amelia Pond became Amy Pond, and now I'm about to become Mrs. Amy Williams. I think I had an easier time accepting the fact that the Doctor landed outside this very house in a time machine that looks like a police box.
And that's the thing that makes me start to believe that everyone else really was right about me all along. I mean, Rory really is great. He is a good guy and he loves me and he's all kinds of dependable and reliable and stable. He even put up with an entire childhood of my forcing him to play Raggedy Doctor with me, trying to bring my imaginary friend to life just to make me happy. If he was willing to do all that, even when we were just kids, then I know that he'll do just about anything for me.
I know that we'll have a very nice life together here in Ledworth, with him as a nurse in hospital and me doing . . . something. I'm sure I'll find something . . .
Only that's not true. I'm not sure. Because as nice as Ledworth is, it's just Ledworth. Here I'm the crazy girl who was a kiss-o-gram and stayed up all night in the garden when she was a little girl, waiting for a time machine to take her away because an equally crazy man who ate fish fingers and custard promised he would come back.