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Authoress's Note: New story! YAY! I've been working on this one for a while! And I'm pretty much done with the whole thing, so expect a chapter every day, unless I'm too busy. But it's around Thanksgiving and all of my relatives live around me, so no worry's there. And plus I'm sick, so there's that little tid bit. Anyway, in this story I do bring back an... unwanted character. It's... drum roll please... *clears throat* Jadis! BOO! Anywho... I hope you like it. And also, the first character brought into this is from 2008 England. And it's set closer to the beginning of the year too, so keep that in mind as well.

A Golden Age Love Story

Chapter 1. Only The Beginning

"Hey Alex." I heard Tiffany, A.K.A. Mrs. Popular, call my name. I groaned and turned around, preparing for the verbal smackdown that was sure to come my way.

"What do you want Tiffany?" I asked dryly.

"I just wanted to tell you I love that shirt your wearing." Tiffany replied in her typical perky voice. She always sounded like she had been sucking on helium.

"No, seriously." I said.

"Seriously, would you mind if I borrrow it, my trash can needs something to wear on her date." Tiffany said before laughing at her own selfish joke. Her friends, possy, whatever they are, started laughing along. It didn't hurt my feelings, I didn't like the shirt either, but it was either this or a tube top, and with the temperature being 31 degree's today, that was a big NO. Plus my brother wouldn't have let me out of the house. But luckily mum is doing laundry today.

When I remained in the same stance, with the same look on my face, Tiffany stopped laughing. "So cry already!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not going to cry. I could care less of what you think." I replied.

"Hey sweety." I heard Harry, my boyfriend, call. I turned around, a smile growing on my face.

"Hi Harry." I replied.

"Hello Harry." I heard Tiffany say. Harry glanced over at her.

"Hello." he said dryly.

"Would you mind walking me home?" Tiffany asked in the voice she usually stole boy's with.

"No, I've got other plans." Harry replied looking down at me.

"Really, because I've been so lonely lately. And I really need an escort to the dance this week." Tiffany said, getting a look that was almost a 'look at me I'm such a poor innocent little girl.' Poor and innocent my butt! I could feel Harry tensing up beside me.

"No." I thought becoming desperate.

"I suppose just this once." Harry said.

I turned to face him. "Harry! What are you doing?!" I exclaimed.

"He's with me now." Tiffany said, but before she could finish I ran from the school, saving the tears for when I got home. But half-way out the school door, I could no longer stop them. I ran down the street, tears streaming down my cheeks, just as fast as I was running. I got many worried glances, but they only felt like glances of hate. I burst through the front door to my home, and quickly hung my jacket up.

"Hello dear, how was school?" I heard my mother greet brightly.

I took one glance at her before, bursting into tears again and rushing up the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me. I wasn't mad at my mum, I was mad at Harry, at Tiffany, and at myself. I opened my closet desperate to get in a place where no one could hear my sobs. I crawled in under my clothes and curled into a ball, sobs racking my body. It felt like absolutely no one cared.

And then it felt suddenly cold. I curled up more, but found I felt as though I was wearing something different. I uncurled and looked down. I was wearing a dress. A beautiful dress, but I was wearing a dress! I looked up and found I was in some kind of cell. I heard whimpering from the side, but before I could look over, the cell door bust open.

"Welcome." a tall woman said walking in. I could tell she was evil, just from the looks of her. "What is your name, my dear daughter of eve?" she asked, bending down and stroking my cheek.

I pulled away and backed up. "I don't think that's any business of yours!" I snapped.

"Listen dear, I am a friend. I mean you no harm." the woman said.

I bit my lip. Many words wanted to come out of my mouth, many of which would not be appropriate for a girl such as myself to say, acctually words that wouldn't be appropriate for anybody, but still. "Say you'll be my friend, that's all I wish to hear." the woman said.

"Never!" I snapped. Something inside me was making me become furious at her request.

"Oh don't tell me you would be the friend of a Lion, for he is the only other one you could turn to." the woman said.

"A Lion?" I asked.

"Yes." the woman replied.

"What's the Lion's name?" I asked. I needed to hear this, something was urging me towards it, and deep down I knew it, I just couldn't get the name.

"Aslan." the woman sneared.

My heart leaped. That was it! Aslan! I could feel my smile growing. "Is He here?" I asked.

"No my dear, you wouldn't want to meet Him anyway." the woman replied.

"I want to meet Him though!" I exclaimed.

"So your one of them." the witch sneared standing up, every ounce of pleasentness draining from her face. She grabbed the collar of my dress, pulling me up to face her. Why am I not scared? I should be. I heard a gasp from the side. "Switch sides before I kill you." the woman hissed.

"Kill me, like anyone would care anyway! You'd just be doing my entire family, entire school, entire world a favor!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, and what exactly does that mean?" the woman asked.

"I mean, all I ever do is get in the way! No one would miss me!" I replied.

"Well then, nevermind, but you shall suffer." the woman said throwing me down and turning around. I landed with a thud, and it really hurt, but I figured this was nothing compared to what was to come.

I heard another gasp, acctually four of them, from the side. I looked over and saw 4 people, about the same age. There were two boys, and two girls. The oldest boy was holding the older girl, and the younger boy was holding the younger girl. The younger girl wiggled from the younger boy's grasp and walked over to me.

"Surely you didn't mean what you just said." she said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged and looked down.

The older girl walked over. "You couldn't have meant it. Besides, even if you did, you don't anymore. We're here." she said with a gentle smile.

The older boy walked over. "So, what is your name?" he asked.

"Alexandria, but I prefer Alex." I replied.

"Edmund, don't be so anti-social, come over and say hello." the younger girl said, looking over at the boy who had yet to come over. He shook himself, as if coming out of a transe and walked over. The older boy and girl exchanged a glance.

"Oh, where are our manners. I'm Lucy, that's Edmund, that's Susan, and that's Peter." the younger girl, apparently Lucy, said pointing at the respective person. My gaze stopped on the younger boy, and he was also watching me with a curious eye. I took note that he had dark brown eyes. I shook myself, almost exactly as he had done and looked down.

"Where did you come from?" Lucy asked.

I looked up at her. "Um, I came from England." I replied.

Her eyes went wide. "Really! What year is it there!" she exclaimed.

"Um... 2008, why?" I asked. Her eyes went even wider.

"What?" Susan asked.

"Yeah, 2008, why?" I asked again.

"Wow, that's been alot of time." Peter mumbled "Do you know if the war's over?"

"War? That ended in the 1940's." I replied, utterly shocked.

"Good." Peter said with a sigh.

"Well come on, everyone get to sleep while we can, who knows when that witch will wake us up again." Susan said. And with that said, everyone layed down. I started dozing off immediately, but I could still feel Edmund's gaze on me. I held back my smile and fell into a deep sleep.