I wrote this a long time ago, but deleted it on request of the main character. Recently, she's regretted forgetting and is making me write it all over again. So here it is again. I hope it's better this time around.

Dedicated to my own Wunderkind.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Narnia related nor do I own the Wunderkind song.

"I want out." Miranda Leryn Turlington demanded of her nurse, batting the hand holding the syringe away. The nurse ignored her as she always did and proceeded to grab Miranda's arm, finding the right vein quickly. Miranda groaned unhappily as the nurse shot the medicine into her. "I hate that!"

"Well, one would think that a grown girl like you wouldn't make such a big fuss about it." said the nurse in retaliation. She was used to Miranda's behavior and attitudes. "And you'll be lucky if they let your parents back here today after that scene in the examination room."

"I'm sick of being treated like a pincushion." Miranda grumbled, kicking at the stiff sheets. "They don't have the right to tell me what's wrong with me when it's completely natural."

The nurse bit her tongue to keep her opinion quiet. But she couldn't help but think it as she cleaned up Miranda's bedside medicine table. 'Green skin is most certainly not natural, child.' Miranda Turlington had been a patient of this hospital for as long as the nurse could remember. It hadn't really been noticeable at first, but as each year went by, her skin had gotten greener and greener, until it was the shade of emerald green that it was now. No-one understood it; her parents were normal, her siblings were normal. Her blood was a bit on the thin side, but healthy. Brain scans, CT scans, all had revealed naught but a healthy teenage girl. But...that green skin...

The scene in the examination room had been only the latest. After insulting all of the doctors and experts sent to examine and evaluate her, Miranda had then brained the hospital's leading physician with his own clipboard. At least she had only used a clipboard this time...

"Today's my birthday, you know." Miranda's loud announcement snapped the nurse back to the room.

"Happy Birthday, then." she said, starting to set up the heart monitors that were always used at night.

"I'm sixteen now." said Miranda quietly, almost to herself. "On your sixteenth birthday, you're supposed to get a car. I'm lucky if I get chocolate pudding with my issued dinner."

"Stop complaining, at least you're alive and being treated well."

"I have every right to fucking complain!" Miranda shouted, throwing her hospital-issued mug at the wall. It bounced off, being merely plastic. "I'm stuck in a freaking hospital for something that I can't bloody control! Nothing's wrong with me, I'm FINE!!"

"What has been said to you about cursing?" said the nurse, wiping the berry juice from the wall and picking up the cup.

"Fuck you." muttered Miranda, sinking into the bed, hugging her small stuffed cat to her. "Fuck the so-called experts, fuck the medicine, fuck this hospital." She grabbed her iPod, stuck her earbuds in and proceeded to drown out any forth-coming lectures about her foul mouth.

The nurse sighed and finished up, leaving quietly. She did hope that Miranda's family would come that night. Perhaps they would be able to cheer her up some.

Miranda looked up as the door closed, cutting off the harsh hallway light. She huffed, turning down the volume on her iPod. She knew Rebecca didn't deserve being yelled at, but she was the only one who seemed to listen to her. All the other nurses treated her like she was five, the doctors treated her like a hysteric and no-one seemed to care about what she wanted. She wanted out; out of this hospital, out of this city, out of this state...just out. She wanted to travel, see the world, taste the salt of the oceans, smell the cherry blossoms in the air.

She had a folder full of brochures of different places: Paris, Texas, Toyko, Hong-Kong, L.A, Orlando, England, Ireland, Switzerland, Moscow...too many places, too many things to see and do. She wanted to see and do them all. She pulled up her international playlist and proceeded with her favorite Irish ballad, the playlist set on shuffle.

She started awake a while later when her door was opened by a shouting twelve-year old boy who then dashed over to her bed and performed a flying leap up onto it and on top of her.

"Jacob!" she protested with a laugh, grabbing him and hugging him. "What did I tell you would happen if you did that again?" He squealed as she then tickled him mercilessly, her mother and father laughing as they entered with Jacob's twin sister and elder brother in tow. Jacob squirmed away and bounced on the end of her bed, laughing.

"Happy Birthday, Mira." said her elder bother, Thomas, as he set his small gift-bag on the table next to her. He reached over and gave her an affectionate slug on the shoulder. She laughed and slugged him back, grinning broadly.

"Thanks, guys." she said gratefully as her parents also laid gifts on the table. "Today's been a bitch."

She was instantly bopped upside the head by her Father. "No cursing, it isn't a good way to talk, baby girl."

"Daaad, I'm sixteen now. I'm not a kid anymore." she said with a smile at him, knowing that he cursed like a sailor when he was on his job-sites. Lizzy, the other twin, climbed up on the bed next to Jacob. Together they mobbed their Mom, begging her to let Miranda open their present.

"Only if she wants to." said their Mother, sitting in the chair by the window with a laugh. Jacob and Lizzy turned their puppy-pouts to Miranda, turning up the big sad eyes until she caved with a laugh. A brightly wrapped parcel was thunked in her lap, Jacob and Lizzy hovering eagerly. Miranda opened the gift, pulling out a white sundress, flowing and simple. She grabbed her twin siblings up in a tight hug, laughing.

"It's gorgeous, guys. Did you pick it out all by yourselves?"

Jacob and Lizzy nodded, proceeding to tell her how they had spotted it while shopping and listed off all the colors of the dresses that had been on the rack. Miranda listened to the excited chatter as she unwrapped an iTunes giftcard, a pair of silver gem-stubbed earrings, a little glitter-lamp wall plug-in, three new books and a DVD. She organized everything in neat stacks and realized that she hadn't opened Thomas's.

As soon as she picked it up, she could feel the tension and excitement build in the room. This was a big one... She looked about at everyone staring at her eagerly and very slowly pulled away the tissue paper to pull out a long box. She pulled the ribbon off the box and looked at Thomas again. He gave her a nod. Off came the lid and she screamed with joy.

Nestled in the velvet lining were two plane tickets, to Rome. "ROME?!" she screamed, leaping from her bed to tackle her brother with a hug. "ROME?!" Her mother and father laughed and cheered, nodding.

"That's right, Mira." Thomas grinned at her. "We're taking a vacation, you and me, to Rome in about a month or two. Mom and Dad already arranged it with the hospital."

Miranda looked about at her family and for the fourth time in her life, burst into tears.

Late that night, Miranda finished updating her iTunes music library, having plumped it up with old favorites and a few suggestions that she liked. She put on one of them, "Wunderkind" by Alanis Morissette. She looked out of her window at the night sky above the city. She could actually make out a few stars. She looked at the clock quickly. 11:09. Just in time.

'I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment, I am a Wunderkind. And I live the envelope pushed far enough to believe this. I am a princess on the way to my throne. Destined to serve, destined to roam...'

She located the brightest star in the sky, kissed her fingertips and lifted them to the star. Just a few more seconds.

'Oh ominous place spellbound and unchild-proofed, my least favorite chill to bare alone.'

Now.

'Back-pocket secret, our bond full blown.'

"I want out." she wished as the clock turned to 11:11, on her sixteenth birthday. Her very soul ached for freedom. "I want out..."

'I am a pioneer naive enough to believe this. I am a princess on the way to my throne.'

Miranda leaned back on her bed, putting her laptop away for the night, her music still ringing. She...felt rather dizzy. It was weird. Too much excitement she supposed.

'Destined to seek, destined to know...'

She coughed, then fought to reclaim her breath. What the fu-? She coughed violently again, struggling to cease and catch her breath.

'Most beautiful place reborn and blown off roof, my view about face weather, great will be done.'

Water split all over the floor, her issued cup rolling under the bed. She panicked, she couldn't stop coughing and now her limbs were shaking-!

'I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment, I am a Wunderkind!'

Her iPod was flung across the room as her body jerked uncontrollably, the music still blaring from the headphones. She fought for breath, no longer coughing. Her heart-going too fast!

'I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment, I am a Wunderkind!'

Her flailing hand finally managed to hit the call button, her alarm going off as her heart rate soared out of control.

'I am a Joan of Arc and strong enough to believe this. I am a princess on the way to my throne.'

Miranda suddenly stopped moving, gray-blue eyes wide with shock and panic, her fingers twitching slightly as the last breath left her lips.

'Destined to reign, destined to roam...'

The star twinkled in the sky, proud. Her wish had come true.

'Destined to reign, destined to roam...'

Miranda Leryn Turlington was gone from this world.

Second part coming soon. Thank you and please review.