(I know the ages might not be right but I didn't know the original ones.)
Amber: 12
Corta: 15
Edmund: 12
Lucy: 8
Peter: 16
Susan: 15
Professor Kirke: 52
P.S. Any writing that is in brackets and bold, (Like this), is any notes I need to add. Not actually part of the story but will help you understand.
(Amber's )
I wake up with a happy smile. Today I was moving from London to my granddad's house in the countryside. And I get to see my sister! I haven't seen her since I moved to London to continue my education, as my lovely mother puts it, two years ago. (And yes, yes I was being sarcastic about my mother.) She just doesn't like the countryside, and as I'm not that smart, it's the perfect excuse for me and her to move to special school. I don't like her, so I can't wait to get away from her. Now, because of the blitz, I'm moving back! It simply isn't safe in London anymore.
I pull on a brown skirt and a simple white shirt. I braid my hair and turn to look in the mirror. I have platinum blonde hair that runs down to my hip that I usually braid or let down. I have chocolate brown eyes that always have a mischievous or childish glint in them, which I am proud to have at 12. I am average height for a 12 year old. I grab my bag, hoping to be able to go straight to the train station to have lunch and avoid my mother, but this hope gets crushed when my mother calls for me when I am nearly at the door.
"Amber," my mother says as I slowly turn away from the door and start walking towards her.
"What is it, mother?" I ask, as politely as I could. Mother frowns at me, then gives me an unexpected hug, making me drop my suitcase. I pat my mother on the back awkwardly. She lets go, not noticing my discomfort. She looks like she is about to say something, then changes her mind and walks into her bedroom. Taking my chance, I pick up my bag and rush out the door, not wanting to stay in this place any longer.
OK, it's not that bad… but my mother has got soo annoying recently and the longer I stayed with her, the more time that I was away from my sister.
I fast-walk down to station. Most mothers would probably faint at the idea of a 12-year-old walking this far on their own, but I couldn't care less. I am mature for my age when on my own, but I know as soon as I am back home that will disappear, replaced by my inner-child that has been dormant for so long. In no time at all, I arrive at the station. I buy a sandwich from a stall and sit on a bench waiting for my train to come. Soon the whole station is flooded with children and parents, who all seem to be crying. I sigh and walk over to one of the ticket officers, showing her my ticket.
"On you go." The lady says, slightly pushing me on the train. I walk over the first empty compartment. Putting my bag on the floor beside me, I take a big breath. Just a couple of hours then I can see everyone and finally be home.
The a small girl, who looks about 8, with cute, big eyes and brown hair, timidly knocks at the door and asks
"Excuse me, but is anyone else in here?" I shake my head and say
"No, just me. Anyone else?" I answer in a nice tone. Lucy nods her head and smiles "My brothers and sister. They'll be here in a second." Not long after she said that, two boys and a girl enter. Then the train started going. Finally.
The first boy, who looks 16, walks straight over to the young girl saying
"We were looking for you." While the other girl, who looks 15, sits near the door on the opposite side while the other boy, who looks a bit older than me, sits across from me with a scowl on his face. The younger girl smiles sheepishly at her brother, saying
"I just came to find us a compartment." Then she looks over to me and speaks "My name is Lucy Pevensie. This is Peter." Pointing at the older boy, who smiles, then at the other girl. "This is Susan. And that is Edmund."
Pointing at the older boy, who smiles, then at the other girl. "This is Susan. And that is Edmund." Pointing at the boy sitting across from me, who gives me a small smile, holding out a hand for me to shake. I feel my stomach flip a little when I look at him. I ignore it, thinking it is just because I am hungry. I shake his hand and giving him a small smile in return. I release my hand, letting my own cross on my lap. "Nice to meet you all. My name is Amber." I say, not forgetting my manners.
We then fall into a comfortable silence for about an hour, during which the three older siblings fall asleep, leaving me and Lucy the only ones awake in the compartment.
Lucy looks at me and shyly asks "Amber, can I sit next to you?" I smile at her and nod my head. "How old are you?" She questions.
"I've just turned twelve. I'm guessing you're 8?" I respond, wanting to know if I was right with my guess.
Lucy nods "Nearly 9."
"Now, which stop are you going to?" I say.
"Coombe Halt." She replies, happy she remembered.
"COOMBE HALT?" I ask, surprised. Lucy nods.
"We're going to a … Professor Kirke?"
I smile. "You're right. I'm going there too."
Lucy squeals and hugs me. I laugh and hug her back. She sits back and smiles sheepishly.
"Sorry, I just got excited."
I smile at her. "Don't worry. I'm a hugger too. If you're going to the Professor's, I'll tell you about it."
Lucy looks at me surprised "Really, you've been there before?"
I nod "I have lived there for all but two years of my life. The professor is my grandfather, though I call him paps. My sister lives there as well."
Lucy smiles "You have a sister? Could you tell me about her?"
I nod, while Lucy rests her head on my shoulder. "Her name is Corta. She's 15 years old and has blonde hair, like mine, and brown eyes. I haven't seen her in two years, but we still are in contact. We're both little kids at heart; we have so much energy. We're both sarcastic at times. She and I both enjoy horse riding. She's quite clever so when I had to leave, she didn't have to. She dreams about another land where animals can talk and there is this lion and witch. She has such an amazing imagination, even if she says this land is real."
I turned my head to see that Lucy had fallen asleep. I decided to read for the rest of the journey, then wake them up when it was time to leave.
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