AN: Hey, sorry that I deleted my last story again. *Sighs* There was just too much that seemed like my first story. I just felt like I needed a fresh start, so I went back and rewrote my character's story, name, and past. Instead of focusing on just the romance, I decided to go back and do the story how I would have done it. I'm writing in a different POV, so it makes it easier to have longer chapters, and makes it easier to write. :) I'm going to put more effort forth into this story than I have been, and hopefully it will be a hit. :) I hope you enjoy my first chapter!

Songs For This Chapter: Emergency by Paramore, Hurt by Johnny Cash, and She Walked Away by Barlow Girls.

Everything changed that cold and rainy September day. Her life was flipped backwards, forwards, and inside out... Literally. A few seconds was all it took for her to start believing in things that weren't supposed to be real. The same things that she believed in when she was a little girl. The things that she lost a long time ago.

Her name was Ariana Knightengaile. Her family, for the most part, called her by her given name. Her two brothers, Devin and Jacob, were the only exception. They called her Ari. They were her closest friends.

Growing up in the countryside with two brothers as her best friends gave the girl a unique personality. Instead of being worried about makeup, and how she looked, she didn't care what people thought about her. "That's their business, not mine." she told people who asked.

Her hair was red as a flame. Wild and unruly, never tamed. Just like her. It was fell in waves nearly to her waist. Her bright red hair, along with her deep green eyes, gave her a look of mystery. Her skin was pale alabaster. She never burned, and never tanned, no matter how long she stayed in the sun without sunscreen. It always made her wonder if there was something wrong with her, but she never bothered to find out.

She was average. Not astonishingly beautiful like most people would think of one with her characteristics. Even when people told her she was beautiful, she would brush it off and say, "Think what you must." She hated attention. She hated being in the spotlight. She liked to be in the background where nobody noticed her. And that was always the hardest place for her to get.

=XxX=

Ariana sighed and pressed her face against the cool window in her bedroom, listening to the winds constant sound against the glass. Another rainy day, another day of being yelled at by her parents, and another day of being hated by those around her.

Her parents wondered why she shut herself in her room all day long. Why else would it be than if she made one mistake in their presence that she would be yelled at? No. It was always her that got the blame. Never her brothers. It was never their fault.

You see, her father only wanted boys. Boys were strong, and could do the heavy work that the farm required. Not girls. And definitely not Ariana. Her father never wanted her. Even when she did do the same work as her brothers did, it was never enough for him.

Her mother on the other hand, was always working and never around, so naturally she never had a chance to yell at her. It was just her father. In fact, Ariana practically raised herself. As soon as she was old enough to be left at home by herself, that's what they did. While her family was gone, she stayed at home. Alone. She now welcomed the silence. It was a gift.

"Ariana Casey Elvina Knightengaile!" Her father's voice rang out again. She winced. The full name was never a good sign. She put a blank look on her face before going to see what she screwed up on this time.

=XxX=

An hour had passed since the fifth argument with her father this week. Now Ari was driving her brother's Ford Pickup truck down an unknown road with tears streaming down her face. She didn't know where she was going, she just knew anywhere was better than home now.

Home. She thought bitterly. Isn't a home supposed to be happy? She wiped a few stray tears from her face, and silently swore that she wouldn't cry any more for things she couldn't change. Sure, she'd never been soft like most girls nowadays, but she'd never be as strong as a boy. She could never be what her father wanted. In her heart she knew she wasn't going back.

She turned off of the dirt road onto a busy highway. That's when it happened. The split second when she wasn't paying attention. She felt it before she had time to scream. Another car barreled into the side of the truck, and the crunching of metal could be heard. Glass shattered, and she could feel the pain sinking in.

She felt the car flip, and the seat belt pressed against her painfully. The airbag ejected in her face, and her head snapped back with the force. Her face felt like it was on fire. Like it had been almost ripped off. Her left arm was bent in an awkward position, and she was sure that she had some broken ribs, as it hurt when she tried to breathe. Her breathing was shallow. She could feel herself slipping from consciousness. She fought to keep her eyes open, because somehow she knew if she didn't, she wasn't coming back.

She took a few more gasping breaths as she heard sirens. Has is really been long enough for them to get here? She asked herself as she fought for consciousness. She could make out a few words of people screaming around her.

"We need to get her out of there!" She heard one voice say. "She's…Breathing!" Another she couldn't quite make out. "Get…broken…Fire!" Was what she heard from still another person. She needed to close her eyes. She was fighting a losing battle here. Slowly her eyes drifted closed. This is the worst day ever.

Unknown to her, in another country, in another time, a boy her age was thinking that his day was the worst ever. In England, in the year 1940, Edmund Pevensie is pretty sure he's having the worst day in the history of bad days.

=XxX=

An ominous buzzing noise filled the air of the streets of Finchley, England, before the sound of an air raid siren suddenly blared. A Squadron of German bombers tore through the clouds above the city. Why, you ask? This is World War Two.

In a middle class house, Susan Pevensie grabbed a flashlight and a book before rushing into the hallways with her sister. Her two brothers, Edmund and Peter, scrambled down the stairs in front of them, Peter shoving Edmund as they went.

Their mother, Mrs. Pevensie, waved them urgently towards the bomb shelter, before Edmund skidded to a stop.

"Dad!" He yelled, mostly to himself, before breaking his mother's hold and racing back into the house without a backward glance.

"Edmund! No!" His mother screamed after him as her daughters pulled her towards the bomb shelter. She looked pleadingly to Peter who turned to their house hesitantly, and then took off at a sprint to catch his brother before he got himself in any more trouble. Or worse.

Edmund dashed into the sitting room and grabbed a framed photo of a man in an RAF uniform. Anti-aircraft guns pounded outside. Edmund absentmindedly looked out the window. Suddenly, flame shot from one of the bombers. It wobbled in the air. Edmund stared in awe at the burning plane as it plunged out of the air…Until he realized it was coming straight towards him. He stood frozen in fear as the plane smashed into the house across the street.

"Edmund!" Peter yelled as he knocked his brother to the floor just as the glass of the window shattered. The photo flew from Edmund's hand and smashed on the floor. He glared at his brother and scooped it off of the ground as they both ran towards the shelter.

"You Twerp! You could have gotten us both killed!" Peter yelled as he slammed the door to the bomb shelter. Susan and Lucy stared at him wide wide eyes, and his mother pulled him close. Edmund looked at the crumpled photograph in his hands with tears welling up in his eyes. This had to be the worst day ever.

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