Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction story so appologies in advance if there are any mistakes, or it is just plain bad. I love The Chronicles of Narnia and the character Edmund (thanks to a certain Mr. S. Keynes =D) and I thought, "Hey why not". So here is hopefully a short, cute, semi-romantic fanfic. I don't really go with the books, but there are some parts that stay true to the series, and also most takes place after "The Last Battle" so there isn't really much to base off of. Also I am not British- I'm Canadian- so if they don't sound British or like they are from the 1940's my (again) apologies. Okay... here we go... (=

Chapter 1

Don't think about it, Edmund Pevensie told himself, Don't think about it!

It had been almost a year since his siblings- Peter, Susan and Lucy - his favorite cousin- Eustace Scrubb- and his three dear friends- Proffessor Digory Kirke, Polly Plummer and Jill Pole- were all killed in a horrific train wreck, and his parents expected him to get over it in mere months. Not only that but they were changing everthing about his life trying to make him feel better.

His mother had taken to redecorating every room in the house. Including the room he shared with Peter, and the room Lucy and Susan had shared. His father made no objections to this, but Edmund begged to differ.

"Mum?.. What are you doing to Pete and my- I mean- my room?" he asked, his during winter holidays, after finding her and his father pushing around one of the two beds. Peter's bed. The same as Edmunds but instead of dark blue, the sheets, quilt and pillow case's were all dark green.

"Edmund, darling", she started stepping away from from the bed, " Your father and I have been talking and we have made some... decisions" .

"About?..."

"You, Sport!" said his father, placing a heavy hand and Edmunds shoulder, and causing his son to wince. Not because of his hand, but how he addressed Edmund. Peter was "Sport", and Edmund was "Bud". His father appeared not to notice this.

"What do you mean about me?" inquired Edmund, who was already annoyed.

"Just some minor things, Ed. Maybe some redecoration, some new clothes- Lord know's you've been in hand-me-downs your entire life- new school", his father mumbled the last bit, whilst turning around a caughing at the same time.

Edmund slowly turned purple in the face.

Edmund and Peter had gone to the same boarding school so his parents were worried that being there without his older brother would make him more upset, or he would go back to being a little pain like he was when he was younger. So without even asking Edmund, they were him taking out of his school and putting him into a mixed school (with boy and girls). At any other time Edmund would have embraced the idea of going to such a school, but not at this time. Edmunds loved his school. Everything about it. His friends, his teachers, and currently the school had the best Head in it's history. The thought of leaving was nausesting. Plus the knew school wasn't a boarding school, which ment morer time in the house, which made him sad.

"WHAT!", he bellowed. "NO! Absolutly not!

"Edmund, dear, please don't raise your voice at us! You musn't get so upset. Change will be good for you, you need it. It will help you move on, it is about time you started to anyways", his mother tried to reason with him, " and beside most children your age would love this oppertunity. Nice, new, fashionable clothes! A room decorated to their liking, and not having to share it! Fancy, modern school!"

Behind her Edmund swore he saw his father wink at him and mouth the word girls.

His mother cought him by the sleeve and sat him down on his bed.

"Now, dear, is that all so bad", she tried to persuadehim, patting down his messy, dark hair. She cupped his chin and turned his head to look at her, which he hadn't been doing before, and brushed the long bits out of his chocolate eyes looking staight into them with her matching pair."Is it really?"

Edmund leaped up.

"YES! IT! IS!"

And with that he stormed out of the room, down the creaky stairs, out the back door and into the snow.

He heard bangs and looked up to the read and gold fireworks, making him long for Narnia.

Happy, bloody, New Year!

Author's Note: And there you have it. Our first chapter. As you can see I tweaked it a bit. I personally think it is a bit short but that is just my oppinion. There is still lots of summer vacation left for me so I am hoping I can get something done with this story. Remeber, though this is a cliche, reviews are like hugs.

~ SFourn!