Alright. Right from the start, we're going to get this out of the way: This story is entirely movie-based. Obviously, since it's an insertion of my character in to the Narnia film(s?). Whether I write a sequel for Prince Caspian depends entirely on the reception of this story. If y'all read it and like what you read and want me to put my OC in the second movie somehow, lemme know and I'll do my best to see that it is done. But I'm getting ahead of myself: first, I should begin the story haha. OH! one more thing: The characters are older in my version. I know, it's wrong and inaccurate but meh. haha if you don't like that i made them older, then don't read it.

Peter: 18
Zooey: 18
Susan: 17
Edmund: Oh, i don't know...i can't remember how much younger than susan he was in the books/films. We'll make him 15.
Lucy: ...12? haha I know, I'm terrible. It's just a rough estimate really with the younger ones.

And before i write anything else: i must thank my girl, Jenni/Deano for her suggestions for Zooey and her purpose in Narnia. YOU INSPIRED ME! haha i heart you. :P

Through a field of pure ice and snow she ran, her labored breaths coming out in puffs in the cold night air. She was running away from something - away from her, away from this place. She loathed it, every inch of it, every damned icicle reminded her of what they had destroyed - what the ice and snow and winter had killed. It was wrong for them to be here - this wasn't their place. And so she ran on into the night in desperate search of a way out - she needed to get away. She slowed once she reached the dense trees, looking back to make sure no one had followed her so far. Pulling a book out from under her arm she slowed to a walk. The book wasn't hers - it belonged to the awful woman she had left behind. She began to re-

Zooey quickly dropped her pen, stopping in the middle of her sentence to cover her work as the teacher walked by her desk. She was supposed to be working on her essay - some boring topic that she couldn't have cared less about - but, clearly, she was unable to focus. She'd had an incredibly vivid dream last night and, being one who loved to write, she thought that it would make a brilliant story, and so she had started writing it down. She was pleasantly surprised by her vivid imagination that she couldn't stop grinning as she bent to continue writing (now that Teach had moved on to the poor suckers in front of her). That was, of course, until Sophia poked her head over her shoulder.

"Hey!" Zooey jumped, surprised by Sophia's greeting, and quickly covered what she'd been writing. She didn't like for her friends to read her works in progress. "Whatcha got so far?"

She shrugged, tapping her pen on her desk and tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear as she turned in her seat to speak with Sophia, "Nothin'. How 'bout you?"

"'Bout the same as you: Nothin'." Sophia snickered. "I hate this class..." She whined, pouting.

Zooey snorted, turning around again, "Yeah, tell me about it." She looked up at the clock, "Only ten more minutes, though." She muttered.

"Thank frickin' God." Sophia murmured back. "Hey - what are you up to after class today?"

It was a friday night and, knowing Sophia, Zooey was probably about to be invited to some jock kegger or something stupid like that. She really appreciated the invite and effort on Sophia's part, but getting drunk with a bunch of her classmates that she hardly knew didn't really seem like her idea of a good time. Zooey was a pretty tame kind of girl - she'd never been drunk, never done drugs, never smoked - nothing like that. She preferred to read at home in her room, or watch a movie, or go for a run, or even just drive around with her music blasting so loud that she couldn't think straight. That was more her idea of a good time. Sophia, although Zooey loved her to death, was the opposite. She always had to be out and partially, if not completely, intoxicated in order to consider the night a success. "I dunno yet." Zooey laughed, glancing over her shoulder, "What about you? What are you up to?" She asked, wanting to be polite.

"There's a party at Shawn's place tonight if you wanna swing by later - if you're bored or whatever." She bit her lip, "I'm not gunna lie: probably gunna end up staying over at his place. I plan to get completely hammered."

Called it. Zooey cringed subtly, but smiled anyway hoping that her friend hadn't noticed. She laughed, "Wow - sounds crazy. I might stop by, ya know, if I get bored. I didn't know you and Shawn were dating again. I thought you were with what's-his-name now...?"

"Oh, yeah. Tyson. Yeah, we're still together. He's planning on staying over at Shawn's, too." She shrugged, "It's not weird or anything - Shawn and I are still friends and all."

"Oh, sure. Yeah - that's not weird at all." Zooey nodded her head, although, really, she thought it was a little weird to be spending the night at your ex-boyfriend's with your current boyfriend in tow. But, then again, Zooey didn't have the dating experience that Sophia did. Maybe that was what was considered the norm, now...?

The bell finally rang and Zooey quickly gathered her things, stuffing her notebooks into her backpack carelessly - she was in a hurry to get out of there. She'd TiVo'd one of her favorite shows and was excited to finally watch the episode after class today. "What time's your party at?" She asked as the pair exited the classroom.

"Ty's picking me up at seven."

"Cool beans."

Zooey and Sophia found her little two-door car waiting for them in the parking lot - it was a crappy little car, if one wanted to be brutally honest. Bright red and a little rusty but Zooey loved it. She'd named it Elmo and she had bought Elmo herself when she'd turned 16. It was a proud moment and she smiled every time she slid in behind the wheel. She unlocked the drivers side door and slid inside, reaching over to unlock the passenger door for Sophia.

There was an unhealthy sounding snap when Sophia pulled on the door handle and Zooey saw her friends eyes go wide as she stared down at her hand. Zooey leaned over once again to open the door for her and gasped upon seeing the door hand in Sophia's hand. "Dude! You broke Elmo's arm!"

"I'm sorry!" Sophia pouted, sliding into the seat. She handed the door handle to Zooey who accepted it sadly. "Poor Elmo."

"He's getting old." Zooey admitted, starting the engine and pulling out of her parking space. They waited as the inexperienced high school drivers tried to aggressively bump and shove their ways out of the lot before they were finally out on the road. Zooey was a bit of a speed demon and drove always at least five or ten miles over the speed limit. She had yet to get a speeding ticket or anything, so she had no reason to slow down. "Are you at your mom's or your dad's place tonight?" She asked once they were getting close to the spot where she would have to go left to take Sophia to her dad's and right to take her to her mom's. Sophia's parents had gotten divorced back when they were in Junior High.

"Mom's."

Zooey turned on her signal, making the turn before speeding off in the direction of Sophia's mother's place. It was pretty much a straight shoot from there with only one turn to get to the house.

"Thanks again for the ride." Sophia said, unbuckling her seat belt as Zooey turned on to the street and slowed in front of the house.

"No problem." Zooey smiled, watching as Sophia climbed out of the car.

She leaned down before closing the door, "I really think you should come tonight. It'd be super fun," She winked, "Lot's of hot guys."

Zooey laughed, "Yeah, I'll think about it."

Sophia beamed, "Sweet! See ya!"

"Bye."

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You might be surprised to hear that Zooey did not end up going to Shawn's party later that night. Instead, she wrote more of her dream down while eating taco's with her mom and watching chick flicks in her PJ's. She would write during the commercial breaks, so it was generally a pretty tame night. Her mother was a single parent - Zooey had never known her father. He'd left her mother before she had even been born so she had no interest in meeting the man. At around ten o'clock, her mother decided to call it a night. She walked over and gave Zooey a kiss on the top of her head.

"Night, mom."

"Love you." She called as the ascended the stairs.

"Love you, too!"

Edmund pulled open the door to the wardrobe, "Come on!"

Susan paused, shaking her head, "You've got to be joking!"

Zooey leaned back in her seat, chewing the tip of her pen as the movie she was watching returned from commercials. She set her notebook aside, getting comfortable to finish up the movie. It was a favorite of hers and she absolutely loved the ending - it contained her all time favorite movie First Kiss scene. She smiled as the moment began, squirming in her seat and hugging herself when she realised just how cold it was in the house. She frowned, squirming when the room go even colder, the light next to her flickering. Her eyes widened when she saw her breath in front of her. Now, she was officially freaked out. She stood up, rubbing her bare arms, "Mom?" She called, the cold air she inhaled making her cough. The wood floor beneath her became too cold for her bare feet and she ran to the front door, sliding on her sneakers once again. "Mom!" She called again when the floor started to freeze, the frost closing in on her. She slid along the wall toward the stairs.

The Macready's loud footsteps could be heard just outside the door, "Go!" Peter insisted, urging Susan forward into the wardrobe, leaving the door open just a crack to peer out into the room.

"Zooey!" Her mom yelled. Zooey could hear her running on the floor above her.

"MOM!" Zooey screamed, starting to feel an uncomfortable pinching on her torso, "What's going on?!" She was backed up against the wall now as the frost became ice, building up in front of her and around her, growing a sort of frozen prison around her to seperate her from the rest of the room. She looked to her right, hearing her mother on the stairs.

Macready stopped in front of the door to the room and Peter quickly pulled the wardrobe shut.

"Get back!" Susan hissed, backing up.

"Oh God, Zooey! No, leave her alone!"

"Ow! Stop pushing!"

"Susan, you stood on my foot!"

"What the hell is happening?! MOM!" Zooey screamed as the wall behind her seemingly gave out and she fell back, landing on something soft and cold. She sat up quickly, looking around. She was in the middle of a forest - her home and mother no where to be seen, "Mom?!" She called again, panicked. She looked down at the ground. Snow? "This can't be happening..." Zooey muttered.

"Impossible." Susan breathed, looking around.

Lucy grinned, swinging her arms as she walked happily in Narnia, "Don't worry, it's probably just your imagination." She teased.

Peter looked embarrassed, "I don't suppose saying we're sorry would quite cover it...?"

"No, it wouldn't." Lucy grinned deviously, bending to grab a handful of snow, "but this might!" She laughed as she hurled the snow at her oldest brother.

Zooey turned, hearing laughter behind her. She pulled herself up off the ground, walking in the direction of the sounds, rubbing her arms again in an attempt to stay warm, "Hello?" She called.

Lucy stopped, looking around while Peter yelled at Edmund. "Hello?" She called back, walking towards the trees. A girl who looked to be around Peter's age emerged. Lucy beamed, "Hello there." She looked the girl over and frowned, "You're not a Narnian..."

"A what?" Zooey wrinkled her nose.

"Who are you?" Edmund blurted, earning himself a swat from Peter, "Ow!"

"Don't be rude."

Zooey smiled at them - although it was a weak smile, it was the thought that counted, "I'm Zooey - and who are you?"

"I'm Susan," The oldest girl spoke, she gestured at the tall blond boy next to her, "And this is my brother, Peter," Zooey's eyes lingered on Peter a little longer than necessary while Susan introduced the dark haired boy who had asked who she was, "that's Edmund and -"

"I'm Lucy Pevensie." The little girl who Zooey had first spoken to held out her hand. Zooey shook it, grinning. She was a cute kid.

"Uh - nice to meet you guys."

"I don't mean to be rude, but what are you wearing?" Susan asked, frowning down at Zooey's penguin pajama pants and sneakers.

Zooey looked down at her attire, "PJs."

The four Pevensies looked at one another, confused. "PJs?" Peter repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah - Pajamas. Ya know, you sleep in them."

"Oh!" Lucy said, understanding now. "Well, I think they're cute." She giggled.

"Thanks - Look, not to interrupt the conversation but...where are we? And how did I get here?"

"You're in Narnia!" Lucy explained happily.

"Okay - no idea what that is, but cool. Do you live here?"

"No - but, speaking of home: we probably should go back." Susan spoke, looking over at Peter.

Zooey felt her stomach flutter in panic - would they really leave her here, alone? Zooey had no idea how to get home! Please, don't leave!

"Can't we at least take a look around?" Edmund suggested.

Peter glanced at Zooey and there was no doubt in her mind that he had seen the naked panic in her face. He smiled down at his youngest sister, "I think Lucy should decide." He declared.

Lucy beamed and Zooey breathed a sigh of relief, already knowing by Lucy's enthusiasm that she would want to stay, "I want you to meet Mr. Tumnus!"

"Who?" Zooey muttered - Edmund shrugged.

"Mr. Tumnus it is." Zooey watched as Peter disappeared into the trees for a moment, returning with a handful of fur coats. She stepped forward, trying to see where they had come from. "We can use these coats." He handed one to Lucy and one to Susan.

"Peter, they don't belong to us!" Susan protested, taking the coat from him.

Peter walked over to where Zooey stood, handing her one of the coats with a smile. "Thanks." She muttered, taking the coat from him, happy to have something to cover her bare arms.

He spoke to Susan, "Well, I don't think the professor will mind. And if you think about it logically, we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe." He grinned, trusting the final coat in Edmunds direction.

"But that's a girls coat!"

"I know." Peter stated, dropping the coat in Edmund's arms before turning away.

"Come on!" Lucy grabbed Zooey's hand, pulling her forward with the group. Peter and Susan followed right behind them and, eventually, so did Edmund. "You're going to love it here." Lucy insisted, looking back at Peter happily. Everything was going to fast that Zooey was having a lot of trouble taking it all in. She gulped. This was what she'd figured out so far: She was in a totally different world with four English siblings from a completely different time period. She glanced behind her, her eyes falling on Peter first - he seemed to be taking things as they came and enjoying the moment. Looking over at Susan, however, Zooey saw that she looked skeptical and anxious about the whole thing.

She smiled, listening to Lucy talk about her previous visit with the man named Tumnus. For now, she was in a whole other world away from high school and all the stupid parties that come with it. She was going to try to enjoy herself for now. The Pevensies, for the most part, were just as bewildered as she was - soon, though, she would find someone who could tell her just what the hell was going on.

i hate how i ended that but i had to stop otherwise i would have just gone on for a ridiculously long time. lol
what do you think so far? I wanted to show a big, negative difference between how Zooey gets to Narnia in comparison to how the Pevensie's get to Narnia. For them, it was nice and wonderful: for her, it was terrifying.

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