Hello, and thank you for taking interest in this story! I did have another Narnian story, but I thought it was appalling and not up to my standards, so I'm re-trying. Elena is supposed to seem perfect at first, but I promise, in the coming chapters, she won't be.
I want her to be (what I deem as) typical rich, spoilt, American girl that you see in movies. I don't mean offense to anyone.
All rights to the plot of Prince Caspian go to C.S. and the director and writer of the movie.
Enjoy!
I was tired, I was uncomfortable, and I was definitely ready to punch my brother.
I'm not a violent person, but put yourself in my shoes; my fabulous, amazing shoes.
I've been on a 12-hour flight from London, with my annoying twelve-year old brother constantly complaining. I was going to shove my fist so far up his behind; he won't be able to sit for weeks!
"Are we nearly there?" He whined out, for the fifth time.
"Sweetie, not long. Another half an hour." My mother was tapping away on her phone, not even glancing over at us. As per usual.
"I'm so bored." Please shut up George.
My little brother George. Middle child. Spoilt rotten. But then again, we all were. He had the blonde hair, green eyes and the attention span of a goldfish. He was short, to me anyway. Only stood at about 5'1, and he was always wearing a plaid shirt as it was 'in' right now.
If there's a God, please save me from this Hell.
Unfortunately my prayers went unanswered and half an hour turned into three. I just about bolted out of the plane, making my way through John Wayne airport as fast as my legs would allow.
Tip: I wouldn't try to speed-walk in 5 inch heels. Seriously.
The sky was a sandy colour as the sun rose in the beautiful Anaheim sky. The sun peeked over the buildings and a warm breeze fluttered the stray leaves around me.
Home.
After almost three months in cold, dreary London, I was happy to be home. Almost home. Now I had a short ride home, and I hope I can survive.
~Pretty, Young and Reckless~
Waking up in my own bed is the best feeling in the world.
The sunlight streamed in from the see-through curtains that hung over my balcony door and I smiled, stretching my arms above my head.
The white clock on my wall informed me that the time was nine-thirty AM. Reading this, I shut my eyes and got ready to go back to sleep.
That is until George decided to pounce on me screeching about something inaudible.
"Mom said you've got to take me swimming." He said a smug look on his face while he rubbed the sore spot. The sore spot came from me flinging him off my bed and onto the wooden floor.
"Tough luck for you. I'm not leaving this bed." I turned over, pulling the quilt over my head.
"Elena!" Damn. That little snitch went to ma! "You get your ass out of bed and take your little brother somewhere for the day." She's using the tone.
"Why can't you or dad take him? I'd like a lie in." I mumbled into my pillow.
"Because I'm going to the spa with my friends, and your father got a phone call for an important case in Anaheim." I should have expected this.
My father was a well-known lawyer. He nearly always had a case, which, while it bought a lot of money in, caused us to hardly ever see him. Even in the UK we'd hardly see him because he had somewhere to be.
Because our father made so much, our mother mooched off him. She was always with her friends, and only accepted the best of things.
This left George and I alone, with our baby brother being babysat by someone we'd never see.
I groaned, hauling myself out of bed and heading to my wardrobe.
Because my mother had the best, this meant the rest of us had the best. This, I have to admit, has made me very spoilt over the years. I had the best clothes, shoes, car; anything you can imagine!
So, grabbing my favourite WildFox beach bag, I headed out the door.
~Pretty, Young and Reckless~
There was a slight wind when I stepped out of my car and onto the sparsely populated beach in Huntington. This was very unusual. It was always crowded with the weirdest people, to celebrities. It looked a little like a ghost town.
My blue dress swayed slightly as I walked onto the sand, slinging my sandals next to the towel.
George went barrelling into the sea, falling head first.
I rolled my eyes, laying back on the towel, my bikini now on show. My sunglasses blocked the sun from my eyes and my big, floppy hat lay next to my shoes.
I could feel the heat pour onto my skin, soothing me into sleep. My eyes shut, the sea air filled my nostrils and I felt at peace.