I only own the teacher,Violette and other students.

"I'm gonna catch you,Peter Pevensie!" Violette Hadler shrieked chasing her fellow classmate around the playground. "Then,I'm gonna kiss you." she said . happily.

Peter,who hadn't really been running fast ,suddenly ran faster when he heard those dreaded words. At seven years old,he thought all girls were icky except for his two sisters and mother,who didn't really consider girls at all. To be kissed by Violette Hadler was a fate worse than having to eat turnips at dinner .He didn't know why Violette suddenly had a desire to marry him,unless of course it had something to do with the other day when their teacher had them act out the story of Cinderella and he had gotten the part of Prince Charming and Violette was Cinderella.

"Gotcha!" Violette squealed happily pouncing on him,grinning from ear to ear. She looked enormously pleased with herself,Peter on the other hand looked horrified .

"I don't wanna kiss you,you got lurgy (an)." Peter said .

Violette looked hurt,"I don't either,if you don't kiss me,I'm gonna tell Teacher you have sweets in your cubby and that's against the rules to keep sweets in our cubbies." Violette said looking to see Peter's reaction.

Peter wrinkled his nose in disgust ,"Tattletaler." he said .

"I won't tell if you kiss me." Violette said graciously,she smiled .

Peter pressed his lips together,he was saving those sweets for Edmund and Lucy,but if Violette told Teacher then she'd take them away. Having no choice he closed his eyes and pecked Violette on the cheek He did it quickly and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

Violette was on cloud nine."You kissed me! now we could get married!" she jumped up and down.

Peter took off running.

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Peter was glad today was Saturday,he didn't have to see Icky Violette until Sunday School and he could play castles and dragons with Susan,Edmund and Lucy all day in the garden and not worry about having Violette chase him and try to catch him to make him kiss her.

That was until he went down for breakfast and Mummy turned to him with a big smile on her face," Guess what,darling,one of your friends is having a birthday party today and you're invited ,isn't that wonderful."

"I wanna go to a party and wear my party dress too,Mummy." five year old Susan said.

"Me too!" three year old Edmund echoed not sure what he was asking for,but not wanting to be left out. One year old Lucy just gurgled and cooed while banging her spoon on the high chair.

"Whose party?" Peter asked trying to remember which of his classmates was having a birthday today.

"Violette Hadler,her mother called to invite you." Mummy said."After breakfast,Daddy will take you to the store so you could buy her a gift."

"Do I have to go." Peter asked not looking forward to seeing Violette on a Saturday.

"Peter,of course you was very nice of Violette's mother to ask you to come and it would be rude if you didn't go." Mummy said a bit sternly.

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Four hours later,Peter stood on the steps of the Hadler house clutching a brightly wrapped box,Mummy rang the doorbell,then stepped back to wait,while they were waiting she fixed his bow tie,"Now,remember,darling,I want you to be a good boy. Don't wriggle in your chair,remember to say,"please" and "thank you" don't reach for anything." she reached in her purse for a handkerchief.

"Mummy,I just had a bath,my face is clean." Peter protested as his face was subjected to a spit wash by his mother's handkerchief. The door opened and Violette's mother Grace Hadler came out,she smiled .

"Hello,Peter,the other children are out in the garden." she took the gift from him.

Peter headed out to the back looked up and gave a cry of grabbed his hand pulling him into the garden.

"Peter's my partner!" she cried keeping a tight grip on his hand,daring anyone to challenge her.

"I don't wanna be your partner,I wanna be Benny's partner." Peter said motioning to his best friend a bespectatled freckled redheaded boy.

"It's my birthday! You have to be my partner." Violette said .

"I don't."

"You do!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

By this time all of the party guests had abondened the game and stood around watching Violette and Peter argue.

"You're a meanie,Peter Pevensie." Violette said in a last ditch effort to get him to be her partner.

Peter glared at her,he hated being called a meanie,"Oh yeah,well you're uh.. a um.." he racked his brain trying to think of a name,then he over heard a conversation he had overheard on the phone between his father and another person. "you're a tran-scen-dent-a-lism." he said he was quite pleased that he had pronounced the word correctly.

Everyone was impressed,even if they had no idea what that word meant,they knew it was a big word even bigger than some of the words in their spelling list. Even Violette was at a loss for words,until she realised that Peter had just called her that . She had no idea what it meant,but she knew it couldn't be good.

"I'm telling my Mummy that you said a bad word,then she'll tell your mummy and she'll wash out your mouth with soap." Violette tattled.

"That's not a bad word,it's much more,it's a witch word." Peter said."I could curse you with it." he knew about curses from a story his cousin Margaret read to him.

That silenced Violette up and the rest of the day passed uneventfully. As soon as tea was over parents came to pick up their children.

"Did you have fun." Mummy asked him as they headed toward home.

Peter nodded,"Mummy,what does a tran-scen-dent-a-lism mean?"

Mummy looked at him," Where'd you hear such a big word?" she asked.

"I heard Daddy say it,is it a bad word." Peter asked.

"No,it's too hard to explain the definition." Mummy said,she looked at him,"Why do you ask?"

"Cause I called Violette that,but if it isn't a bad word ,I shouldn't be punished."

Mummy stopped walking and looked at her oldest not pleased with his childish logic,"Peter Joseph Pevensie,even if that's not a bad word,you shouldn't call your friends names."

"But Mummy,she isn't my friend." Peter said simply.

Mummy sighed and didn't say anything.

A/N lurgy is the British name for cooties Read and review I might make this multichaptered