Hi, I'm Bridget Amelia Jones. I am 15 and am currently attending West Summit High School in L.A. I'm not super pretty just an average girl. I'm short around 4'8 to 5'0. I have freckles around the bridge of my nose and my cheeks I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I'm tan but still a bit white and am around 112 pounds. I have a lot of curves. Anyway, on with the beginning of the story, of my life in Narnia.
It'd been a long day and I was tired of getting picked on and laughed at in school. They think I'm emo and decided to hate on me for it. I'm walking home, in the rain, in skinny jeans, a We the Kings t-shirt, some high-top scuffed black converse, and my favorite grey hoodie, I am late to get home for some family thing my mom's making me go to, and I am a depressed lonely girl. Sure I have friends, but their not real friends. They'll act like it but we never hang out, they never talk to me outside of school, we fight a lot and just act like were all happy. I've never been too good in the love department either. Ugh when I went to bed last night dad was so pissed I wonder if he's okay now. I bet him and mom are either fighting or sleeping. Joanna is gone. My own freaking sister won't come back from a party for a family thing! What the hell? It's family. Family always comes first. They don't even notice me at home and when they do its either me getting in trouble or me getting irritated… which usually ends up in me getting in trouble I mean why can't-BEEP BEEP! CRASH!
Wh- Where the hell am I? Ughhhh my back is sore. Wait why is my back all wet? Why can't I… HOLY SHIT I CAN'T BREATHE! I kicked up until I finally found air. I found myself in a river and swam to the nearest shore. I grabbed the grass but … oh my god… that's a damn shoe! Where the hell is the goddamn grass! Oh wait there's two hot guys and whoa those girls are freakin' gorgeous. "I'm High King Peter, the Magnificent." Uh-oh a king. "These are my siblings: King Edmund, the Just. High Queen Susan, the Gentle. And Queen Lucy, the Valiant. Who might you be?" Speak! Speak, you idiot, speak! "Oh, um I'm Bridget. I'm from L.A. if you don't mind me asking you're majesties, where am I exactly? Last thing I remember was getting hit by a car and waking up in the river." Peter stared at me for a minute. "You're in Narnia. It's different from you're world. I and my siblings came from England." Wow this place is actually really gorgeous I thought, admiring my surroundings. "Here let's ride back to our castle, Cair Paravel. You're welcome to ride with Lucy." I muttered a thank you as Queen Lucy helped me up.
Once we got there we were surrounded by a crowd of girls and men. Wow never in my life have I seen so many girls swoon over a guy like these girls did over the kings. Not even over Jason Brady in my History class. And the men came to see the High Queen seldom boys came for Queen Lucy but she still had her share of men. Once we entered the castle High Queen Susan said that a centaur, I learned, named Astrid would lead me to my 'chambers' where she the High Queen herself would bring me a 'proper garment' to wear. I am still in shock…