Author's note: Hey, I'm bsc9999 and I'm back for another story. The first chapter is actually written by my close friend, Anna, otherwise known as narnic12. She has an extreme obsession of the Chronicles of Narnia. This first chapter is written by her. She didn't want to complete it, as she thought Heather was becoming too clichéd, so I decided to take it over, as clichéd girls are my specialty. So, here goes!

Confessions of a Preteen Narnian

Chapter One: Where am I?

"So, do you want to race back home?" I asked my best friend, Molly Storlen.

"Oh, why not?" She replied as she started to speed in front of me.

"No one said 'go' yet!"

"It's too late now!" She yelled back, laughing.

"Alright, then!" I started to run as fast as I could. I finally caught up to her.

"By Jove! Heather, you're fast!" She told me as we sped down the trail.

"Well, after three years of racing you it's hard not to be-" Then a branch flew into my face and I lost my balance on the narrow trail. I started to tumble down the hill that the trail was perched on. I landed at the bottom of the hill. Well, I feel alright. Those were what seemed to be my last clear thoughts before I moved my arm out from under me to get myself up. When I did, it felt like someone had just stabbed my wrist. I screamed in pain. I heard the faint voice of Molly yelling "Heather! Heather, are you alright? I'm coming!" Then everything around me slowly started to fade into black.

I woke up about ten minutes later. I expected to feel the damp, cool, dew-covered grass beneath me. But I didn't. I felt dry and rough grass, with moss growing along with it. I looked around and saw tall, green, and beautiful, flourishing trees. I got myself into a sitting position with my right arm, the one which hadn't hurt. I heard the sound of trickling water. Then I saw the water. I carefully stood up and walked over to it, trying to move my left arm as little as possible. I got a handful cupped my right hand and got some water to drink. It was cool and refreshing. After that, I started to (since I had nothing better to do) walk alongside the stream. After only a few cautious paces, I heard something. It sounded like horse steps, going clip-clop­-clip-clop. But then the sound stopped. I could hear a twig snapping, but not the movement of the horse. What am I doing?! I've got to get hidden, or something. Oh, bother, they're probably going to kill me and I'll never get to talk to Molly again. I looked around for a bush or something. Then I saw a great big boulder. Perfect. I ran behind it and balanced myself on my arm – my left arm. I shrieked again. Oh, gosh, this is just awful. I never dreamed this would happen. I started to give myself the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps the person can't hear! I shook my head at that one. I heard the sound of the horse again, but the footsteps were a lot quieter; like the horse was walking on grass. Then I heard a voice. A gentle, kind voice:

"Hello? Anyone there?" My heart nearly stopped beating. "It's awfully quiet. No matter. Let us be off again." A horse neighed and started to gallop in the opposite direction of me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I stoop up just in time to see the horse and its master riding off. I don't know why, but I decided to run after them. Thirty short seconds later, I stopped.

"Oh, it's no use. I'll never be able to catch up to them, nor get back to England. I don't even know where I am." I wandered back over to the boulder, sat down, and leaned against it.

I wandered back over to the boulder, sat down, and leaned against it. I surprised myself when a tear rolled down my cheek, and then another. Yet another came, and another, until I started to sob, with no intention of stopping. After about a quarter of an hour of this, I noticed the sky was turning from a deep blue to a dark black. A few minutes later, the first star started to shine.

"I never thought I would stoop so low as to wish upon some star, but I might as well. I guess I wish that…I wish that I could be home again, with Molly, having tea together and talking. I wish that this was all just a dream, and, oh! It can't possibly be a dream! My arm wouldn't have hurt like that and-" Then I heard another voice:

"My gosh! I'm never gonna be able to get outta this place! I don't even know what in the world it's called. I heard that short guy call it something, like Blarnia or something like that. Dang it, I wish I knew where I was. I can't even call someone! My cell phone must have come out of my pocket when I was running." It was a man's voice, actually, more like a boy's voice. Should I stand up? He might not even be able to see me; it's so dark out. I decided to take the risk. Slowly, and carefully, I set my right arm on the side of the boulder and stood up. I looked around for the boy. I saw him. He was very oddly dressed, wearing blue pants, a green shirt, and a jacket over it that said American Eagle, whatever that means. Maybe it's some kind of organization. I didn't look at him for very long because he saw me and let out a scream. Well, not a scream, more of a shout. Anyway, he let out a shout and jumped back, in the process hitting a tree.

"Ow! Oh, gosh, OUCH!" He yelled, quite dramatically. I walked a few steps closer.

"Well, it can't have hurt that bad. You probably just bumped it a little. Anyways, I'm-"

"What are you doing?! Who are you? Tell me who you are! Don't hurt me!"

"My name is Heather Browling, and you jolly well don't have to get worked up it! It's not like I'm a criminal or anything."

"Well, sorry, but in the 21st century it's pretty dang hard to tell."

"Well how would you know?"

"What do you mean 'how would I know?'"

Author's note: I decided to stop it here, because that's where my friend stopped! Well, the next chapters are going to be written by me, so Read and Review!