Happy Narnia Day, everyone! I made sure my entire cheerleading squad was aware of the occasion. My friend Emma and I watched Prince Caspian in car, until I started to feel sick. Then I sat up front and stopped watching. FEAR NOT! I watched the end of the movie as well as The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe the instant I got home. I definitely freaked almost all of my friends out by saying the lines along with the movies, and Emma and her sisters Jordan and Katie came to me with all of their Narnian questions. I am now desperately longing for an adventure of my own. Does anyone consider getting carsick an adventure?
On another note NOT about me, I can't help but notice that it seems like everyone wants a fanfic on this blog. Well, everyone except for the person who voted for bunnies. Here is a short preview of the novel I plan on writing.
"The Gentle"
Chapter One
Susan sat on the floor with her friends, Margie, Elizabeth and Mary. They were having a great time going through magazines and chatting and enjoying one another's company.
"Oh, look at this!" Margie cried. Of course, Susan looked.
"Its lovely," Susan said, smiling faintly. She shivered suddenly.
"Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked.
Susan was not feeling very alright. "Of course," Susan said softly. Why was her stomach hurting all of the sudden?
Mary finished with the magazine she was reading. "I can't wait for the dance on Friday."
"I'll bet Charles will be there," Elizabeth said with a sigh. Normally, Susan would have playfully joked about Elizabeth liking Charles Michael, but for some reason her head was throbbing. Something was wrong.
"Are you going to ask him to dance?" Margie asked.
"I don't know..." Elizabeth muttered. "Should I?"
Susan held her stomach. Perhaps it was homesickness. It didn't matter whether or not she was homesick, her entire family was on the train. Well, sort of. The Professor (that poor, crazy old man) be getting dementia. Her Aunt Polly (not a real aunt) and the dear Professor were all certain that something was wrong in Narnia. Susan had thought they were playing along to keep Lucy happy, but soon all of her siblings as well as her cousin Eustace and a girl named Jill were all dragged into it. Now they were all on different trains, rushing around the country in one giant game of pretend. Susan rolled her eyes. They were being so silly and childish, taking a train on a mission to 'save Narnia', a land which Susan knew didn't exist. She recalled her conversation with her three siblings before they had left for their seperate trains.
"You sure you don't want to come, Su?" Edmund asked.
"No," she said firmly. "For the last time, no. I can't believe you're all being so... so..."
"Stupid? Childish?" Peter said with a scowl.
"Foolish," Susan replied.
"Susan," Lucy said softly, "You must remember."
"Yes, I remember," Susan replied coldly.
"Then you'll come?" Lucy said hopefully.
"I remember playing games and pretend," Susan said, crossing her arms. "There is no such thing as Narnia."
"Susan, you were there. You can't just forget something like that," Peter said, taking his sister's hand.
"Come on, Su. Be reasonable," Edmund pleaded. "You can't just imagine something like Narnia. It has to be real."
Susan held her head high. "Even if Narnia was real, I'm going to Margie's house. We've had plans for weeks: it would be rude to cancel."
Lucy pouted. "Susan!" she cried.
"No, Lucy," Susan said. Her mind was set. "Mom and Dad already purchased the train tickets. I'm not going, and that's final." Susan thought of the look on her siblings faces. Lucy's eyes had shown she was deeply hurt. Edmund looked at Susan sadly, while Peter had his arms crossed and was shaking his head.
"Susan? Susan, are you alright? You're white as a sheet," Elizabeth said.
Susan shook her head. "Oh, yes, um... I'm just a little dizzy."
"Do you want to lie down?" Margie asked.
"No. I'll be fine." Susan leaned up against the wall.
There was a light knocking on the door, and then the door swung open. It was Margie's mother. "Susan, I'm afraid you have to go," she said, her voice trembling.
"Why..." Susan started, but the look on Margie's mother face was so troubled that Susan had no choice but to scramble to her feet, wave goodbye to her friends, and scurry after her. Once the two were in the hall, Margie's mother took a deep breath.
"I'm afraid I'm the one who has to tell you this, Susan," Margie's mother said after a few deep breaths. "There's been an accident."
"What sort of accident?"
"A train accident."
"You don't mean...?"
"They're dead, Susan. It happened very fast, there weren't any survivors."
Susan blinked back tears, but it didn't work. She broke down, sobbing, and leaned into Margie's mother's embrace.
All for some pretend world... Susan thought sadly, and continued crying.
Please, any corrections or ideas. I just typed this up real quick, so I'm always willing to make some changes.
And finally: "A lady of Narnia must try to look totally composed, even if she ran out onto the floor early before her individual routine and at least five moms have it on tape."
Narnia Prince Caspian
