Violet

By NarnianAslan

Chapter One:

Sirens

Author's Note: Wow! I haven't posted forever! My mom cut off AOL, cause my sister and I were running up the bill, but my dad has it over here, so I'll type over here, and I can't update regularly. SO this story is a bit of an American Girl crossover. Molly's Surprise is the idea for this, it's about the Pevensies, Narnia, and Emily's older sister. I even named their dog before Yank! His name's Louis, cause Reep, why? check out my homepage to find out, it's GaiaOnline. Okay? Okay.

Your Authoress,

Pippa Johansen

Violet Bennett looked back behind her at her terrier, Louis. He was running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him, and panting and howling. The sirens made Violet's ears pound with pain and annoyance. Yet she had done this many times before. She wasn't a very fast runner unfortunately, which was why Louis was only a few feet behind. She reached her house to find her five-year-old sister, Emily crying and holding her ears.

"Emily! Come On!" she grabbed Louis and then snatched one of Emily's hands and raced to the shelter. She flung open the door and jumped inside, still clutching her sister and her dog. She slammed the door.

"Emily! What were you doing? I was looking for you!" Mrs. Bennett asked her younger daughter, holding her tight. Emily was still crying and covering her ears. "Violet, where were you?"

"Louis and I were visiting the Pevensies. They all wanted to see him today, because Lucy was feeling sick. They thought Louis could help her feel better. That was Susan's idea. We were almost home, only half a block away, when the sirens began. So, we ran home as fast as we could and I found Emily outside, crying, and we ran to the shelter."

"That was irresponsible, Violet, going over to the Pevensies, without telling me," Mrs. Bennett whispered furiously.

Violet groaned and prepared herself for another lecture. She sat down on the cold, hard floor.

"But still," her mother said, "You came home when you should have. Violet, I have to tell you something very important. Do you know how children are being evacuated to the countryside, dear?"

"Yes," said Violet slowly and suspiciously.

"Well, darling, these air-raids have taken a toll on me as well as you and Emily. We all need to do our part to keep safe," Mrs. Bennett began.

"You don't mean to say that Emily and I-?"

"Not you and Emily…"

"Just me?" Violet asked.

"I'm afraid so, dear. Emily can't go to the same place as you."

"Where am I going?" Violet asked her mother.

"I've managed to convince Professor Kirke to take you in."

Violet made a face. "Not that old man!"

"He's not old, he's only fifty-two."

"Thirty-nine years older than me is old!" Violet exclaimed.

"Come along, dear. The Pevensies shall be going as well. If you were to stay here you wouldn't have your best friends."

Violet cheered up a bit. She knew her mother was speaking of Susan and Edmund Pevensie, her two best friends. Susan was two years older than Violet, and like an older sister to her. She had used to have a small fancy on Edmund, but that had mostly gone away when they were seven, six years ago. When they were six, Edmund told her he fancied her, and he kissed her. But now they were only best friends, and she had always been on the good side of Edmund, so he wasn't rotten to her at all. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But then Violet had a sudden thought; the Pevensies would probably stay someplace else.

"Will they be staying with the professor as well?" Violet inquired.

"I believe so, dear. Their mum hasn't yet informed them that they're leaving. She only told me over tea last Monday."

"When do I leave? And when do I begin packing?"

"You and Emily leave the day after tomorrow. Pack as much as you can fit in your suitcases. You should start packing as soon as the sirens stop."

"Where is Emily going to stay?" Violet asked.

"Emily is going to stay with my aunt, Polly Plummer. She only has room for one very little girl, and I'm afraid you can't stay with her as well."

"Oh. I suppose I'll have to make do with what I have then."

"Good girl, Violet, that's what your dad would want you to do."

"Thanks, Mum."

"You're welcome, dear."

"Mum, I think we just talked right through the raids. Yes, there's the all-clear signal now."

They went inside (with Emily and Louis of course), and Violet packed up most of her belongings, she left out one outfit and one set of nightclothes, and all that she couldn't fit into her two suitcases. She helped Emily with her things, got changed into her one set of nightclothes (that she had left out, she had several pairs), and went to bed. Her ears were still ringing from the sirens.

Author's Note: Not a very long chapter, and the next one is even shorter! Alright, well I decided last night, that this story will have at least one chapter for each year, from 1940 to 1949. Then there will probably be a sequel. But this is the only story that I am working on currently. Alright, well I have to post this.

Pippa

A.K.A.

NarnianAslan