Disclaimer.

No matter how much I want to own The Chronicles of Narnia I don't. It was created long before I was born. Sadly.

This is my version of the life of Susan after the crash. She is my second favourite character. Next to Lucy. To me she lived a second life. I went into a rage when I found out she wasn't a friend of Narnia. So I thought up my own reason why. I don't know if this is what C.S Lewis wanted. Probably not. By the way. I do tend to jump times forward and backward. So please. Bear with me.

Before Crash Susan POV

Dear Aslan.

I saw my siblings talking about Narnia again. I asked if they were playing their children's games. Again. Another argument about Narnia I wish they didn't, it hurts. I wish you didn't say that I wasn't allowed to go to Narnia. I heard that they had a Narnia party/meeting thing. Ohh. I hate this hiding and pretending. I argued with another girl because they wouldn't let me go in the taxi before them. I miss being the Queen. I act like I am the Queen here. But I'm not. I know that. Only the Queen in Narnia. If only I were allowed in Narnia again.

Queen Susan x0x0

I know I wanted to go back to Narnia. From what I have heard, Jill and Eustace need to get back to Narnia. Lady Polly and Lord Digory held a Narnia party. I walked up to my cupboard doors. I picture of a lion was there. It looked weaker than Aslan. A million times. Yet it was mu Aslan. I needed someone to talk to. A link to Narnia. This isn't Aslan. But it's a lion.

"Aslan. I wish you would help me. Peter believes that I'm not a Narnian. Only a party girl. I need something to help me fill in the hole Narnia left me. Aslan. I want to go home."

I was home, I knew that. But England is NOT my home. Only Narnia. I wanted Narnia. I wish Aslan would take me back there. I wonder if it hurts everyone else.

Minutes before crash

The house was empty. I had it to myself. Like usual they told me not to hold a party. Yuck. Party. I don't like holding them. I only hold parties in Narnia. Balls. Dances. The normal girls NEVER treat me with respect.

"Aslan. Take me home. Please. I don't like it in London. You know that. I know that. We both know that."

I danced around the house, singing. My face was free of make-up. I wore my clothes I wore when my family had left. Sort of like what I wore in Narnia. I had a bow and arrow. I never wanted this to end. It was like I was in Cair Paravel. I strung an arrow and shot it at one of the many enemies we had. Bullseye. The door knocked. String, thud. I shot another enemy.

"Come on Susan. I know you're there. The carts out and you never go on family outings. Come."

That was my normal friend. She was bossy.

"Karla. I demand you leave me alone."

"Susan, you demand of nothing because you are not a queen. I will not listen to you. Come On."

Not a queen. Right. I'm going to show that normal.

"Fine."

I quickly put a target above the door, unlocked the door, stood back and strung an arrow.

"Come in."

The door opened. Thud. A scream came from Karla.

"What was that for. You…You…BITCH! You nearly killed me. What IS a queen doing up there. Why is she blue? What are those clothes you are wearing?" She raged.

"Karla. I can't tell you. Aslan will kill me. I will return the favour. Now I told you to go away. So GO AWAY."

She left. I turned around and shot Miraz. Just as I was about to string my next arrow, my heart broke. Broke was an understatement. I dropped the bow and arrows and ran.

Dear Aslan,

Just now, my heart was ripped out of my chest, ripped apart, put in a fire, shot, put in water, and put in my chest. All while the nerves were still attached. The pain hurt that bad. I know something happened. But what? What happened? Why have I got pain this bad? Is it Narnia? Or my family? Or…Or…Ohh Aslan. Let my family be safe.

Queen Susan

So this is my first chapter of my first story on Fan Fiction. So I hope you like it. Please tell me if you do. If you want something to happen, please, tell me and I will try to fit it in.

Nikizz