Susan POV (point of view)

I was silent.

Not making a sound just sitting there waiting until the bell chimed and I would be set free away from here, away from this dreadful place of unsympathetic people and hard grueling work that never seemed to have an ending.

I was ready

I had my things in hand ready to leap and be set free into the unknown of the beautiful wondrous skies. I was ready I knew I was, wait was I still on the same topic? I was taking about school. I wasn't taking about leaving this world on my way to...the other place. No, I was taking about school, yes definitely school.

Ding

Yes, here we go.

I walked down the hallway dodging people and scooting my way though mess of students blocking the hallways. It was a sea of plaid and ruffled shirts some neatly tucked in and others losely hung out like, well like, my brother. Here he came down the hall, acting cool, which let me clarify he wasn't, he just wanted to be.

He really, really wanted to.

I really didn't see the point I was fine the way I was sitting in a corner reading a book about a magical place like... the other place. Oh, how I wish things were the way the were before when there was Aslan, the castles and...him.

My last memory of him was being held closely across he warm strong arms and begging myself never to let go never to release. However, despite my wants the needs of Edmund and Lucy's were greater then mine. They needed to fend for themselves, it was there turn mine had passed.

But I wasnt even that old, well I mean that old looking. Yes I was over 3,000 years old but that defeats the purpose and now Lucy and Edmund have there chance and I can never go back.

It was hard coming to that conclusion that the arms that held me tightly when I was scared and the eyes I looked deep into when I was in distress were no longer present. They were gone and there was no chance of seeing them again.

However I had come to that conclusion I was okay with the reality when Aslan had made his proposition, but now, I don't know, it seems harder every time I look into the eyes of a tan boy with dark brown hair walking through the school hallway, it reminded me of him.

I would look, they would laugh. and I would move on to the next victim.

It was hard even from our first venture back, but now I had fallen in love with a person I could never be with it was unfair. But that was life and I had no business changing it to fit my needs. I ran to keep up with him even though he was trying to pretend that he didn't know me to prevent being knocked down to my level of popularity.

"What do you want" he said through clenched teeth.

"Oh, gee I don't know, How about TO TALK TO MY BROTHER!!!" I yelled. The few students surrounding us look up at a glance of what was happening. Ever since we had come back from a life of luxury and power he had been acting strange, which I admit is understandable. I had been acting the same as well. We had been through alot and through triumphs and losses have made us stronger. Maybe even a little too strong, to full of our selfs, well cut us some slack we did rule a country. We did right?

Some times I forgot. It felt like a dream that I had shared with my siblings and no longer was it present in the real world.

We looked at each other for a second I was going to say something else to him but I decided not to and just kept walking with him next to him. He knew we were never going back and that was the hardest reality we were ever faced with.

We were never going back...never.