Hi. Sorry I've been gone so long, I just… was. I could give you the reasons, but you probably don't really care enough. So, just to see if any of you actually read the author's note, the reason I wasn't writing is because I had a drug overdose and was in the hospital for two months and then they put me in a mental ward because I'm a complete schizoid and tried to kill my whole family. Enjoy!

Dear Lucy,

I am glad to hear you both are doing well, health wise. I am sorry that you have to stay at Useless's house, with those dreadful people! I miss you both very, very much.

The balls here are very exquisite, but I am so tired of them. It's the same things each night. All the American men suck at dancing! I've had my feet stepped on too many times to count.

By the way, have you heard from Peter? He hasn't sent me a letter in ages! Do say hi to Edmund for me.

Love your sister,

Susan

I read the letter over, then folded it and stamped it closed. I wish I was there with them, instead of here, with mom and dad. Maybe then I'd be able to work out these stupid feelings.

"Susan, are you ready?" Mom called up to me, bringing me back to earth.

"Yes! I'll be down in a minute." I called back, standing up and grabbing my sweater.

Mom was dying to go into town and meet up with her "friends" for lunch. I, of course, had to go and be the most remarkable, well behaved child they have ever met.

Child! They think I'm a baby. Ugh, how I miss Narnia, where I'm treated like an adult.

Sometimes I wish I could be fourteen again… back in the place where I belong. Then, sometimes I wish I were still seventeen, back with the person I belong with.

I shook my head and ran down the stairs.

CASPIAN

The task at hand couldn't be anymore boring.

"Brown, or blue?" the women asked, gesturing to the color swatches. I shared a look with Trumpkin. He looked just as bored.

"Don't you think you can make these decisions on your own?" I asked her. I had been in a mood since Lucy, Edmund, and their cousin, Eustace, left. Seeing them just reminded me of how much I miss Susan.

"The king wishes to be alone, I think." Trumpkin piped up, forcing the festival planning committee out of the throne room. He closed the doors and sighed. "Don't go screwing this up, Caspian." Trumpkin, pointing an accusing finger, (A/N review if you wanna join the Accusing Finger club!) said to me. "I miss them too, you know. And I didn't even get to see them this time around." He sulked over to his seat, and hunched over in it.

"I'm sorry, dear little friend." I smiled sadly to him, using the Pevensies nickname for him.

"I am too… But, sire, I think it's time we all move on. None of them are coming back." He finished solemnly.

"I know, I know…"

I'm going to go ahead and post the second chapter, because this just really sucks. And because the second chapter is pretty short… so, yup. Oh, also, you'd be my best friend if you reviewed this. Well, I guess you're already my best friend because you read this, but, ya know.

S.R.M.