OK, If you noticed, this is my revised version of Chapter 1. I'm going through the entire story and fixing a few of my typos or mistakes, while adding minor details I meant to put in. Enjoy!
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"Then we'll act out our entire first adventure!" Lucy decided while jumping up with anticipation. "This'll be perfect!"
Susan heard them rambling on and on about Narnia and the "secret party" they were planning. She rolled her pale blue eyes in disgust, which acquired the appearance of sheer, misty ice. Continuing to apply her makeup, she tried to ignore her siblings. However, it was no use; she heard their plans despite her own wishes.
"If we act out the story, we'll have to get tons of Turkish Delight for Ed," Peter said, elbowing his younger brother, whose face began to turn to a shade of olive green.
"Do you mind skipping that?" Edmund pleaded. Lucy and Peter smiled jokingly at each other.
"OK, Lucy, you'll organize and get the Cair Paravel room ready," Peter ordered, sounding like the magnificent High King he was. The eldest brother was referring to the room he and Edmund put together right after the adventure with King Caspian. It was supposed to be Peter's room for studies, but he was rarely able to actually study in it, due to some modifications. Edmund helped decorate it like Cair Paravel's great hall, and soon you couldn't recognize the plain, boring study. Mrs. Pevensie thought they ornamented the room that way because of Peter's studies in ancient Britain. But little did she know that her children were really royalty.
"I made sure the party was after my studies and after you two come back from Eustace's house," Peter informed them. "And after Mum, Dad, and Su get back from America. Ed, make sure everyone who needs to be there is there." Then Peter muttered something that supsiciously sounded like "Susan."
The older sister scoffed and pulled her dark chocolate locks of hair back into a twist. She turned to her closet, putting her hands on her hips. Now, what will I wear?
I can't go too fancy... After all, we're playing cricket... Her eyes shifted from on side of the rack to the other. Finally, Susan made up her mind and reached out for a simple shirt and skirt.
Bother Peter and Edmund have to chaperone. It's not like I'm twelve, Mum, Susan thought to herself. They'll embarrass me in front of David, ruin the game, and Ed'll probably break a window. At least the Macready won't be here to call us 'a bunch of shenanigans.' But of course I don't apply to that title anymore...
Something inside her seemed to say, "You are Queen Susan The Gentle, Queen Susan of the Horn." She froze for a second, trembling slightly. Susan quickly shook herself and ignored the voice. Grabbing a shoulder bag, Susan walked out of the room (which she shared with Lucy) and right into the conversation.
Edmund opened his mouth, but before he could let a word out, Susan interrupted and put in, "Yes, I know you're planning a party for your make-believe stories, and no, I'm not coming." Three faces immediately fell, sad and disappointed. Lucy crossed her arms with contempt.
"Susan Pevensie, you know it isn't make believe at all. It really was there!" Lucy argued. Susan rolled her frozen eyes again.
"How can you find it fun to pretend that what isn't real is? It's all rubbish." Susan looked away from her sister's glaring eyes.
"But it really-" Lucy was abruptly stopped by Edmund.
"As I said before: "Take no notice of her; she's always a wet blanket," said Edmund, quoting himself. Peter grinned, whereas Lucy turned away and Susan huffed.
A long, unwanted silence occured. The only noise was the regular tick- tock of the wooden clock on the wall.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock....
Lucy finally broke the silence, turning back towards her older sister.
"Susan, do you really know what pretty means? You don't. A person is pretty if they still have faith," Lucy stated defiantly. "Not if they're caked with makeup. Pretty is someone who still believes."
Thanks for reading! Please review, I gobble the words up like cake. (I really, really, really like cake.)