It was a rainy day and me and my sister, Lucy, we're reading. In case you're wondering, my name is Susan. My mum had a big thing for Narnia when she had us. In fact, we we were reading it because she had three copies of each book. She was obsessed!
"Hey, let's play hide and seek, just like in the professor's house!" Lucy suddenly cried.
"Ok. I'm guessing you want me to be it, right?"
"Would you?" she asked, putting on the puppy dog eyes.
"Better start hiding! 1…2…3…4…5…6…" I counted.
As I counted, Lucy was running through the house looking for a hiding spot.
Finally, she went into the spare room. Her eyes landed on the big wardrobe in the middle of the room. She remembered the description of the wardrobe in Narnia. Big wardrobe…Tree in the middle of the two doors floated into her mind.
"Oh my…This couln't be the same..." she stepped into the wardrobe.
"99…100! Ready or not, here I come!" I yelled.
I checked everywhere. Then I realised that I hadn't checked everywhere. I hadn't checked the spare room. As I thought about it, the wardrobe fitted the description of the Narnia one exactly. No, it couldn't be true. Just because I had a great grandpa named Digory and a great aunt named Polly, it doesn't mean that those books were real. I snapped out of my trance and went to find Lucy.
I entered the walk-in wardrobe. As I looked ahead, I couldn't see the back. Instead, I saw sunlight past the coats.
"Narnia…" I murmured.
I stepped forward. The grass felt crunchy beneath my feet and the air smelled fresh. Faintly, I heard footsteps.
"Lucy?" I asked uncertainly.
"Lucy, is that you?"
They got louder and faster, as if the person the footsteps belonged too was running. Suddenly, my sister ran into my arms. She had a funny look on her face.
"Lucy, what's wrong?" I asked.
She didn't answer.
"Well, let's go home, ok?"
She nodded.
"Ok," I said as I lay in my bed. "Tell me what happened."
"Well, I was in there for hours," she began, sitting up in her bed.
"Then I met Great Grandpa Digory!" she blurted, her eyes widening with excitement.
"That's impossible!" I exclaimed. "He died thirty eight years ago."
"But I really saw him!" she insisted. "Because then he explained that that was in the Shadowlands from the last book of Narnia! He also said that he is actually Digory Kirke, the guy who saw Narnia being created. Also, Great Aunt Polly is actually Lady Polly!" she continued.
The next morning at breakfast, as soon as Lucy saw Mum, she rushed over to her.
"Mum, you know that big wardrobe in the spare room?" she asked.
"Yes. In fact, I used to pretend it would lead me to Narnia." Mum answered, chuckling to herself.
"Where did we get it from?"
"Hm…I believe we got it from Great Grandpa Digory. I inherited it when he died. It was a sort of strange gift, but it's great for storing our coats."
"Thanks." called Lucy over her shoulder, as she ran towards our room.
My horrible cousin, Rose-Mary Jane Allen, and her parents were coming over because it was my Aunt Betty's birthday. The reason they were coming over to our house was because she couldn't be bothered to clean up all the mess. She was a lazy pig! We went downstairs to greet them much to our dismay.
"Lucy." My mother hissed. "Do you have her present?" she asked.
Lucy dashed upstairs. CRASH!