Narnia High

Authors Note: Does this idea seem insane? I have no idea but this story came to me in a dream so, yeah. I like it and don't read if you're a homophobe.

Copyright: I don't own any of the Narnia books/movies but I sooooo own Peter!

Chapter 1

Narnia High, it is said to be crazy place. There're always fights going on all the time and a lot of people don't seem to get along. It's my first day here and I have no idea what to expect. Right now it's half way through the school year, so it's going to be very awkward. Everyone's already got their groups of friends, and I'm just going to randomly walk in there, hoping they'll accept me.

I was walking down the halls of Narnia, confused of where I was or suppose to be. I needed to check to make sure I knew where I was going on a map I received, just like those freshman you see on the first day of school. I also got a piece of paper that told me who my new teacher is. "Mr. Aslan" it said, room 707. I rummaged through my backpack to look for my map. I began to scan it when THUNK! Let this be a lessen to myself; never walk and read at the same time.

I ran into someone. Grrrrreat, I thought, this is a wonderful impression on the first person I meet here. I sprawled out on the ground and I could feel a pair of eyes looking at me. I sat up and tried not to look back at them.

"Are you okay?" The guy staring down at me asked. He had long brown hair and a strong Spanish accent. "Wait, that's a stupid question. Let me help you up."

This guy is gorgeous. That was honestly the only thought that came to mind when I went to grab his hand. "Thanks," I said, "I should really watch where I'm going. I guess my physical disabilities are really catching up with me."

He laughed, even though I being completely serious. "You are funny. You don't look like you have any physical disabilities," Well I hope not. That wouldn't be a good thing. "I don't think I recognize you, and since you are holding a map I am guessing that you are new here?"

"Yup. And I'm looking for a teacher named Mr. Aslan's classroom. Do you know where that is?"

"Of course I do. He is my teacher too. You are a junior? Ha, you don't look like one." God damnit to hell my shortness deceiving me again. "I was just going to class, I'll show you where it is." He starting walking and I followed, "What is your name?"

"Leah, yours?"

"Caspian." Okay, it was one thing to be a Spaniard in Britain, but it was another to be a Spaniard named Caspian in Britain "Actually it's Prefect Caspian to you. Ha ha. Just kidding." As we walked to the class he explained how the classrooms here at Narnia worked. Each class had a 2 prefects (which Caspian happened to be) and a Head Prefect.

"So whose the Head Prefect?" I ask.

"You don't need me to tell you that. Trust me, you won't miss him." Right after he said that he walked into a classroom and I continued to follow. Everybody's eyes turned from their desks at us as we walked in. Crap, we're late. It's my first day and I'm late. I didn't even hear the bell ring. But Caspian was unfazed. He walked straight up to the teacher, Mr. Aslan I'm guessing, whose hair was so blond and big that it would be impossible not to pay attention to him as he spoke.

"Sorry we are late. This is our new student. I helped her find her way to class. I hope you don't mind."

"Ah yes, I was expecting a new student today. I understand, it's only her first day. Class, this is Leah, please make her welcome." All I could manage was to nod to the class. There was something commanding about his voice. I think I'll have a hard time sleeping in this class. "You can take the last seat open in the back corner." Caspian and I went to take our seats.

Eyes were still staring at me, some glaring. Every time I looked into someone's eyes they'd just nervously look away, especially the guys. Then I looked at the guy I sat in back of, he was staring right back. He didn't flinch, didn't look away, he didn't even blink. Wow, such pretty blue eyes. I broke the stare when I went to take my seat. I looked around the classroom from my new seat and saw girls still glaring at me. I think they want to be in my seat. Ha, too bad.

Aslan went on explaining to me that he was a lecture teacher and that I just had to sit their, listen, and take notes occasionally. But if there was one thing that could distract me from his lectures, it was blond hair in front of my face. It looked soft, it made me want to touch it.

Lame ending, right? Well, I'm glad I wrote this much. Tell me if you like it?

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