The platform was dusty and the heat of the day only made it worse. I was standing in my uniform on the platform with my friends, waiting to go to school.

"This is tedious." I muttered to my friend Anne.

She smiled. "Patience." She muttered.

My friend Isabelle nodded. "It's not like we can't make it come faster, but we have to be reasonable." she added, quietly. She looked up and pushed her glasses higher onto her nose and surveyed the platform like a test. Then, seeing something, she smiled.

"Look at those idiot Hendon House boys. Fighting again. I swear, I will never understand the Y chromosome." She said.

I looked over to see the boys from our rival school. Yes, they were fighting, as always, but there was something awfully familiar about this fight. Not the fight itself, mind, but the people.

A blonde boy was in the middle of it, getting beat up for who knows what. He seemed familiar. But when I saw the other dark haired boy fighting with him, it clicked.

The Pevensies.

We'd grown up together, Peter, the blonde boy, Susan, and Lucy, who were nowhere to be seen, and… Edmund. My best friend. My closest companion. The one person I could tell everything to. But that had all changed since that fateful day.

Flashback

"What's wrong?" Edmund pleaded. "Why won't you talk to me?'

We were fourteen, and I'd just learned that I couldn't be friends with him because of… them.

"I can't tell you." I responded, wanting to just die because of those words.

"But we're best friends." Edmund stated.

"I know, Ed. And I hope one day you'll understand, but I just can't be friends with you anymore."

He looked like I'd slapped him. "Why!"

"I can't tell you! I'm sorry!" I replied.

He looked hurt. " I… I… I HATE YOU!" he shouted, running away.

I sat down and cried. Edmund and I hadn't spoken since.

End of Flashback

"Brenna!" Isabelle said, startling me back to reality.

"Sorry." I replied, blinking rapidly. Then, as if from someone on high, I heard it.

Apologize.

And I suddenly had to do it. I'd suffered for two years because of this, and I needed to make amends. I'd followed their rules forever. I can disobey once in my life. Turning to Isabelle, I asked "Is, would you cover for me? Please?"

She looked shocked ,but nodded. I raced down the platform to where the Pevensies were sitting. The fight had been broken up and they all were sitting on a bench. I heard their conversation as I approached.

"Don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?" Peter demanded of the others.

"We are kids." Edmund said. I rolled my eyes. Congratulations, master of the obvious.

"Well, I wasn't always." Peter said dramatically.

I stopped. Not always? But that would mean…

"I mean, how long does he expect us to wait?" Peter added, sitting.

"I think it's time to accept that we live here now. There's no use pretending and different." Susan said.

She then turned around, glancing at people…. Till her eyes found me.

"Brenna?" She asked softly. But the others heard her.

"Brenna?" Lucy said, looking for me. When she saw me, she lit up and came to hug me. I smiled at her as she led me to where the Pevensies were sitting.

"Hi." I said quietly, hoping they didn't kill me for hurting Edmund. Nobody said anything, until Edmund spoke.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a cold, businesslike tone.

"At the platform? Going to school. Over here?" I stopped, breathing in, "To apologize."

They were all deathly silent, till Lucy stood up and yelled "Ow!"

"Quiet Lu!" Susan said.

"Something pinched me!" Lucy said.

"Hey, stop pulling!" Peter snapped at Edmund, standing up.

"I'm not touching you!" Edmund replied.

"Well why don't we all just…. What is that?" Susan asked as she and Edmund stood up.

I felt it too. "It feels like magic!" I responded, excited that they knew this.

"Quick, everyone hold hands!" Susan exclaimed as the train rushed in.

"I am not holding your hand!" Edmund said to Peter. Peter ignored him and grasped his wrist. I felt a small, cold hand in mine. I looked down and realized it was Lucy.

Suddenly, all of everything started crumbling. Bricks disappeared, signs were ripped apart. Through the windows of the train, I could see what looked like a beach. Wait, a beach?

The vision became stronger and stronger, and then the train was gone. I looked a t our surroundings. We were in a cave, close to the beach and we were certainly not at the train station anymore.

I knew where we were, though how I knew it, I didn't know.

I was where my calling was.

I was in Narnia.