A/N I don't know why I never wrote a Narnia story before. Maybe it's because I suck. Review and tell me please! I wish I owned The Chronicles of Narnia and Caspian and Edmund, but, sadly, I don't.

Susan's Point Of View

I watched from the front of the boat, as we drifted into America. My family is split, and my heart is broken, so you can understand why I wasn't jumping up and down with excitement.

Right now, Peter is studying for school with the Professor, whose wardrobe first got us to Narnia. Edmund and Lucy are staying with our Aunt and Uncle, who have never been favorites to any of us. I know that they are probably not very happy. And here I am, thinking about how the world has us separated, and how much I miss Caspian.

I sighed and stepped off the boat with my mum and dad. I was happy to get to see more of the world, and to spend time with them… it's just that I'd rather be with the extremely gorgeous new hunky king of Narnia.

"Susan, please try and cheer up. We have a very important party to go to tonight." Mum said to me once all the bags had been put in the cab.

"Sorry mum, I will try and perk up. Maybe it's just the trip that's got me tired." I forced a yawn out (A/N haha, reading 'yawn' made me yawn!).

"Come now Su, you're not tired. You miss the others." Dad said, seeing through my fake yawn.

"You have no idea how much." I said with a small smile.

LATER THAT NIGHT, AT THE PARTY…

"Oh Susan! Susan!" called mum. I walked over to where she and dad were standing with a few of there 'important friends'.

"Yes, mum?"

"I'd like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Flannel. Mr. Flannel works in Congress."

"Hello, it is very nice to meet you both." I said respectfully as I shook both their hands.

"Oh Susan, you have to meet Mr. Enstance!" Mr. Flannel exclaimed.

"Of course! He has a son about your age. You two would get along splendidly." Said mum.

This is how the weeks would go. There'd be a party almost every night, and I'd have to meet everyone, and talk to their drab sons' as they eyed me up and down, (The sons' not the parents.) A few times, I said that if they kept eyeing me like that, I'd shoot an arrow through their head. I imagined Caspian there with me to help me get through the nights. Peter wrote to me every once and awhile, telling me how busy he was, and how hard the school work was.

I got one letter from Lucy and Ed, but it was very short. I tried writing back, but I had guessed the letter to be lost in the mail, because I never got a reply.

It was the last day in America, and we were to leave early the next morning. It was the last party, and as we walked down the street, I got a terrible feeling.

"Dad, mum, I don't think we should walk anymore. I have a terrible feeling. Maybe we should get a cab?" I said, searching the streets and all the dark corners.

"Nonsense Susan! Your father is here, nothing will happen."

"Your mother is right Susan, I won't let anything happen." Dad reassured me, patting my head. The terrible feeling still didn't go away, but my warnings were falling upon deaf ears. We rounded the corner, and two men grabbed dad and dragged him away. Mum screamed and I saw the knife they had to his throat...

Next chapter is better, and has a certain king of Narnia in it! REVIEW! Pweeses.