Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is in Susan's point of view, she get into a bad situation that makes her have a revelation. This is after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, and will possibly disregard the rest of the series.

Chapter one – You Want a Revelation.

I was bored; in fact I was beyond bored. We were learning simple English in school, something that I had mastered twenty years ago in Narnia, so I had snuck in a book to keep me entertained. Sherlock Holmes was quite the character, if I did say so myself.

Suddenly there was a swishing sound reminiscent to the sound of a sword cutting through the air. I did not think, my foot pushed the desk into them and my hand caught the weapon where the hilt would be. The attacker stumbled back and I slid into a warrior's stance, my back against the wall. Though I had not been fond of battle I had been trained in it.

"Susan Pevensie, you insolent child," they screeched, which was when I came back to myself. I was in my classroom. The teacher on the floor where the desk had thrown his and the birch rod he had intended to hit me with held tightly in my hand.

"By the Lion," I breathed almost silently, how in the world was I going to get out of this one?

"You will hand that over right now and bend over my desk, you insolent child," the teacher, Mr Zane said. He had issued me a caning, something that I had not received since before Narnia.

Everything in me rebelled. I would not allow that man to hit me with a stick, no matter the circumstances… I would not. I was a Narnian Queen, not some pathetic schoolgirl that would allow herself to be punished for defending herself from attack.

"I will not," I said, gently refusing. Mr Zane stood and moved forward, his cheeks blotching red with colour.

"MISS PEVENSIE YOU WILL DO AS YOU TOLD AND STAND UP THE FRONT TO RECEIVE YOUR PUNISHMENT RIGHT NOW!" he bellowed, towering over my twelve year old self. After everything I'd seen and everything I done since stepping foot into that wardrobe this teacher was not somebody I was afraid of.

"Like hell," I snarled viciously, snapping the birch rod over my knee. The pieces clattered to the floor and I made to walk out of the room. He grabbed my hand and swung me to face him hand clenched in a fist.

That was simply it; I had had enough and lost my temper. He raised his hand to a lady, even worse in his mind he saw me as a child. How dare he lay his hands on a child. I kicked his leg out from under him and he clattered to the floor.

"That is enough," I said dangerously icy, "How dare you raise your hand to me, I have every right to leave your presence after you attacked me. I have every right to react when I see something fly toward my face."

"You should have been paying attention," he spat.

"I. Am. Not. Finished." I said ferociously, "You cannot hold the attention of a single twelve year old girl, so you decide it is a good idea to hit her with a big stick. You are violent and inadequate; you're teaching leaves much to be desired. Not to mention if you had even bothered to look at what had me so enthralled, you would realise that I already know what you are teaching me. For I would not be reading Sherlock Holmes, should I still need to learn the meanings of third and first persons in literature."

"Miss Pevensie, Mr Zane," a voice called softly, I whirled around and faced the principle. He looked anxious. "Would you please follow me?" I was told to wait outside while the grown-ups talked. The door was left ajar.

"She never raised her voice," Mr Zane said, "That was the worst thing, if she'd screamed or shouted… if she'd thrown a tantrum I could have denied it. The fact of it is, she acted more like a grown up than I did… no, more than that she acted like a Queen and she was right."

I was suspended, for the teacher sake. That teacher never hit a student again; never did he even threaten one. It was when it finally occurred to me that even if I was not in Narnia, was not a Queen in this world; it did not mean that I could not act like it. You want a revelation.

Massive writers block on all my other stories, so I started this one. I usually use Lucy as my main character, but this time I decided on Susan. Tell me what you think.