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Ugh! Morning already? I thought. I went to sleep five seconds ago! I groaned and sat up. I could hear her mom making breakfast as usual. The smell of coffee and waffles was what made me get dressed quickly. I looked in the mirror, brushed my long brown hair, and was lightning coming down the stairs to eat.

"Hurry up Rachel, or you're going to miss the bus!"

"Alright Mom! Love you! See you after school!" I picked up my backpack, shut the door behind me, and hurried to the bus stop. It was a cool morning. The sun was just about to rise. I stopped and stood there on the sidewalk and took in the purple haze in the east. I sighed. "Beautiful." I murmured. And she started walking again. When I had finally arrived, I could see one of my best friends, Cameron, running to the bus stop. Poor Cam, I thought, for Cameron had his back pack in one hand, toast in the other, and his glasses are falling off his face. Cameron almost ran into me, but stopped just in time.

I shook my head. "You know Cam; you might want to figure out when you're supposed to get out the door. Do you remember the last time you were late?"

Cameron was gobbling down his toast. "Sorry, -- crunch, crunch -- woke up late this morning -- crunch, crunch."

I made a face. "Could you chew with your mouth closed?"

"Sorry." he said after he swallowed his breakfast.

We could hear the bus coming around the corner. The bus came to a screeching stop and both of us winced. We hopped onto the bus and took our seats.

School went on like normal. We were in the same classes including Latin, Band, and Gym. We were in all honors, but we weren't your average eighth graders. We were glowered at, glared at, and even ignored by our peers. It was because the others knew that we were the reason why their homework was so hard, but we didn't think it was challenging at all.

Finally, it was the last class of the day: Math; and Mrs. Smythee was taking attendance in case any of us skipped school or was still at lunch. She called out the names one by one in her dull tedious voice. I was barely listening because I was doodling inside my notebook.

"Harrison… Henderson… Gudley… Gunpowder… Gunpowder!"

My head snapped up. "Yes? Oh, sorry." I went back to doodling. I could hear some of the others snickering. I rolled my eyes. They were of no significance to me. Why should I care? The rest of the class droned on like that for an hour, with numbers and variables and what not. Finally, the bell rang and I was the first to get out of the class. Cameron was jogging to keep up, but I was done with school for the day -- even though I still had homework to do, but I just wanted to get out of there.

"Hey," Cameron said. "Why the rush?"

I sighed. "School's so boring! I just need to sometimes escape from it, you know, to go somewhere else."

Cameron nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe some of your mom's homemade cookies will make you feel better."

"Yeah, it would." That was always something to look forward to. My mom's cookies are the best cookies I have ever tasted. It would be the best thing in the world if she made some today.

As soon as Cameron and I got off of the bus, we ran home in hopes of some peanut butter cookies with chocolate chunks. Cameron beat me to the door this time. I couldn't believe that he could still beat me even though he carried a Saxophone case which was a lot bigger than my Oboe case. We could both smell the chocolate and peanut butter aroma from the kitchen inside. I wondered what his mom would be thinking being at my house. "Hey Cam, do you think your mom would be okay with being at my house?" I fumbled for the key to the door. I had forgotten that it was in my back pocket. Cameron waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, she'll be fine. Now hurry up so we can get some cookies!"

"Alright, alright! See? I have the key right here." I held it up to prove my point. I shoved it in the key hole and opened the door. "Mom, I'm home!" Cameron walked in behind me. "Hey, Mom!" Cameron had been her at the house so many times; he was basically part of the family.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

A black hole had opened below us and Cameron and I fell into it.

All I could remember is falling. Falling, falling, and falling. My eyes were shut wanting to get the impact over with so I couldn't see if Cameron fell down with me. I just kept falling -- it felt like it lasted an hour. I opened my eyes for a second and I could see a carpeted floor. It started getting bigger, then it hit me, and I fell on my face. Then everything went black.

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I found myself in a room full of beds and I realized that I was in one of them. I had opened my eyes and then closed them not wanting anybody seeing that I was awake. I could hear voices coming from the door. I could only make out words or phrases from different voices.

"…Going to do with them?…" A male voice said. Them? What does he mean by 'them'? "What do you mean, 'Going to do with them'?" said a female voice. It sounded concerned. I hope it's not about me. Where the heck am I anyway? "Well we have got to do something, Lu." Another male voice said. Lu? Who's this 'Lu'? I don't know, but it sounds oddly familiar.

I heard something about checking on something and the door opened. I could hear several different sets of footsteps coming towards me. I stayed very still and did my best to not smile at all. I tend to smile when I do things like this.

Okay, I know, this sounds weird, but I had to see who these people are. I opened my eyes and I saw teenagers in weird costumes. One kid, who looked older than the others, had blonde hair and blue eyes. He had on a shirt that had puffy sleeves and a type of pants that only people from a long time ago would wear. The other boy had on about the same thing just that he was shorter than the first and he had dark hair and dark eyes to match. The other two teens were girls. One had dark long hair and was more beautiful than any model I've seen. The other had light brown hair and she looked to be about my age.

I felt my eyes widen as I started to panic, but I relaxed realizing what was happening. "Oh, great." I groaned. "I'm dreaming." I could tell that the others were confused. I looked around the room, just to get an idea of what I was dreaming. I'll have to admit, it was a nice place. "Don't pinch me." The dark haired boy snickered and the others smiled. I sat up, finding that my arm was sore for some reason. "Ow," I said waving my arm up and down. "Why is my arm sore?"

It was the blonde that spoke. "Well, one of us saw you lying on the floor in one of the halls covered in paper along with your friend over here." He pointed to the bed beside me and I never noticed that it was Cameron that was in it.

"Oh. At least I have someone here with me. Let me go wake him up for you" I went over to his bed and started shaking him. "Cam, oh Cam! Wake up buddy!"

"But I must defeat the Evil Bunny!" He groaned, then rolled over and started snoring. I did my best not to laugh out loud. If you were there, you would've been trying not to laugh too. I shook harder. Cameron jerked awake and sat up. "Uh, er… Hey, Rachel. Whoa." He looked around. "Where are we?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's not what you would expect in a dream now is it?"

His eyebrows knit together. "Dream? I don't think I'm dreaming."

"He's right, he's not dreaming." said the blond one.

Now I was confused. How can Cameron not be dreaming when I'm dreaming? Am I dreaming? I'm not sure. I looked at the blond. "He's not?"

All four of them shook their heads.

I looked at the four of them. "So that means that I'm not dreaming, and that means…"

Something I'm not supposed to say in front of anybody came out of my mouth. I covered my mouth with both hands. "I'm so sorry! It's just that I don't have a clue where I'm at and I don't have a clue who you are."

The blond spoke again. It seemed that he was the leader of this joint. "That's okay. Please let us introduce ourselves, I'm High King Peter." He gave me a nice firm handshake and I gave him a firm grip of my own.

The dark haired kid was next. "I'm King Edmund." I shook his hand also.

As soon as I knew that the girls' names were Queen Susan and Queen Lucy, somewhere in my brain, it clicked. I knew who these people were. I looked at Cameron, who was standing beside me being introduced also. He looked at me and we looked back at the four royals. I knew I had to talk to Cameron about this. I put my hand on Cameron's shoulder, "Please excuse us." and steered Cameron away from the others.

I stopped us about ten to twenty feet away hoping we were out of ear shot. "Are you dreaming now Cam?" I whispered furiously. "Apparently, we're in Narnia!" I waved my hands in the air as if to prove my point.

"Well, I'm not sure, 'cause I don't have my glasses on!"

"Ugh! You heard them! We are in Cair Paravel with the Pevensies!"

"Well this is not good."

"'Not good' is right." I sighed. "What are we supposed to do?"

Cameron shrugged. "We might as well find out what's going on."

"Yeah, I think we should pretend that we don't know where we are so that they don't go crazy finding out that they are fictional charactors."

"You're right. Let's try to have fun while we can."

We walked back to where the Pevensies were. "We're very sorry about that Your Majesties. My name is Cameron Barnaby and this is my friend Rachel Gunpowder." He jestured to us as he said our names.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Cameron. Where did that come from? Cameron looked at me and whispered, "They are technically a higher class than us. We might as well give them some respect."

King Peter nodded his head. "We are very pleased to meet you,"

"And to you… Your Highness." They all looked at me like I was supposed to do something. I began to feel uncomfortable with all of these people staring at me. I shuffled my feet.

"Please excuse me," said Queen Susan. "But are you wearing trousers?"

I looked down at my pants. "You could say they are trousers, but they're more of a futuristic type of trousers."

"Futuristic?" said the younger King. "Where are you from?"

I turned to Cameron. Should we tell them? He shrugged. I guess so.

"Uhh, America."

All four of them had their mouths open. "Well, by Jove!" King Peter exclaimed. "America!"

"You people still say 'By Jove'?" I asked.

"Rachel," said Cameron. "They're from England, in the 1940s. They're supposed to say 'By Jove'"

"Oh, thanks."

"I'm sorry," said King Edmund. "I think I asked the wrong question. When are you from?"

"2008." Great. It's Back To The Future all over again. Where's Marty?

"Interesting," said King Peter. He started pacing.

"Is he okay?" I asked the youngest Queen.

"I think you frightened him." she said looking at him warily.

"Hmm," I mused. I went to Cameron. "Maybe we could use this as an advantage..."

"What?!" he nearly shouted.

"I was just joking."

He huffed a short breath. "So," he said. "Where will we be staying?"

King Peter stopped pacing and sighed. "I guess you will be staying in the guest rooms. Susan, Lucy, if you don't mind?" He gestured towards the door leading to the hallway.

"Of course," said Queen Susan. She steered us out of the door followed by Queen Lucy leaving the two boys in the infirmary. (I think that's where we were.)

We walked through halls, and halls...and more halls, and maybe a couple staircases. I was amazed by all of the antiques and paintings along the walls. There were a lot of tapestries along the walls as well with beautiful designs and color combinations. We finally came to a door at the end of a corridor. It was a wooden door with a nice finish and unique carvings along the edges. We all stopped and Queen Susan and Queen Lucy looked at Cameron. "This will be your room." said the brunette. "They have already put your instrument and your papers on that chair by the window seat." Queen Lucy had opened the door and Cameron walked in.

"Thanks. Wait, I have a window seat? Sweet! Whoa! That is the biggest bed I have ever seen!" He ran to the bed and jumped and landed in the pillows which seemed to cover him up. Queen Lucy and I giggled.

"There is some clothes in the drawers for you wear for supper." said the older Queen.

"Alright! Thank you!" he said and closed the door.

We walked out of the corridor and ended up in the main hallway. Did we just make a giant "U"? "I seriously need a map for this place." I said to Queen Lucy.

"Don't worry, we'll give you a tour once you've settled in."

"I think I'll need a map anyway."

We made a left and stopped at another wooden door with beautiful carvings like the other one. Queen Susan opened the door and the three of us walked in.

It was amazing! The bed was ginormous and the window looked out onto the ocean. You could hear the waves crashing on the shore and racing back to the depths of the swirling sea. The ocean breeze flowed into the room with its salty taste. I flopped on the bed and let the calming breeze envelope me into a peaceful rest. I lay there for a few minutes until Queen Susan woke me up.

"Rachel! We don't want you falling asleep and missing supper. Get up and put this on." She layed a crimson dress on the bed.

"Um, I think I might need help with getting this on." I said holding it up. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not!" She said. "Now let's get you out of these trousers."

When I finally had the darn thing on, it was time for dinner. (Or supper I should call it.) I followed The two Queens into the dining room and I saw Cameron and the others sitting with a whole bunch of food on the table. This will be interesting....

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