Happy Anniversary
I woke up today with something nagging at the back of my mind. It stayed with me as I went down to the Compound to shower and get breakfast, but it only hit as I sipped my coffee, and happened to glance at the calendar.
The date. I'd been on the Island a whole year.
I set my coffee down, and stared at the calendar, wide-eyed. A year ago today, I'd stepped away from prehistorical Connecticut, only to be diverted from my grandparents' home to this place. Lucy had found me -- Lucy, who'd gone. God, I'd missed her. And Harriet. Pacey and Joey. I hadn't known any of these people a year ago, but here I was missing them, when they were gone from this prison and I was still here. Weird.
What a weird year. Gone to a Cole Porter production on my first day, turned into a twelve-year-old at Halloween. Meeting the Doctor, Sean, Jack, Jaye, Bridge... And my parents, who weren't my parents. My heart twinged over how uncomfortable things were between us. It made me feel even lonelier, in spite of the friends I'd made here. It wasn't fair.
But there were things I was proud of doing this past year; helping to start up the preschool, finding the courage to stand up to the Doctor when the Island changed him (though I hoped never to have to do that again), and just generally coping with it all -- all on my own. I guess I really had grown up. Still, it was quite a mixed blessing.
I sat down on the table and stared at my coffee a long time, deep in thought and memory. "A year," I muttered. "Wow."
[[OOC: a very contemplative Polly in the kitchen, unsure how she feels about time having flown. Good time to meet her. ST/LT, old friends/new friends alike all welcome]]
The date. I'd been on the Island a whole year.
I set my coffee down, and stared at the calendar, wide-eyed. A year ago today, I'd stepped away from prehistorical Connecticut, only to be diverted from my grandparents' home to this place. Lucy had found me -- Lucy, who'd gone. God, I'd missed her. And Harriet. Pacey and Joey. I hadn't known any of these people a year ago, but here I was missing them, when they were gone from this prison and I was still here. Weird.
What a weird year. Gone to a Cole Porter production on my first day, turned into a twelve-year-old at Halloween. Meeting the Doctor, Sean, Jack, Jaye, Bridge... And my parents, who weren't my parents. My heart twinged over how uncomfortable things were between us. It made me feel even lonelier, in spite of the friends I'd made here. It wasn't fair.
But there were things I was proud of doing this past year; helping to start up the preschool, finding the courage to stand up to the Doctor when the Island changed him (though I hoped never to have to do that again), and just generally coping with it all -- all on my own. I guess I really had grown up. Still, it was quite a mixed blessing.
I sat down on the table and stared at my coffee a long time, deep in thought and memory. "A year," I muttered. "Wow."
[[OOC: a very contemplative Polly in the kitchen, unsure how she feels about time having flown. Good time to meet her. ST/LT, old friends/new friends alike all welcome]]