By Alyianna Baggins, 11/9/2012
Susan was at her friend Anne's for the summer holidays. She had been invited to go home, but she had decided against it. She liked Anne's house with Anne's modern parents who approved of things her parents didn't. She'd be able to get away with a lot more here. And, anyway, she was sick of her siblings talking about that magical land they had used to play at when they were kids - Narnia. Even, Peter, who was older than her and should know better, still pretended it was real. It was just sickening.
Susan rolled her eyes as she thought of it. Would her siblings ever grow up?
Just as she thought this, someone rapped on the door, sharply. Susan was lounging on the downstairs sofa and was closest to the door, so she went to get it.
A telegraph boy stood there, about her own age. Just seeing him gave Susan the shivers because it reminded her of the war, when these boys would bring news of the deaths of husbands and sons and brothers to unsuspecting people. But there was nothing to fear, was there? She had just received a letter in the mail this morning from Peter, who closed his letter saying that he, Edmund, and Lucy were going to see Father and Mother off to Bristol on the train.
So Susan did what she always did. She fluttered her eyelashes at him, flirtatiously, and said, "What is it?"
"A telegraph for Miss Susan Pevensie," the telegraph boy tolled her, solemnly.
He handed her the yellow envelope. And suddenly, Susan was afraid.
She closed the door slowly behind her, without even saying thank you to the telegraph boy. Then she sunk slowly onto the same sofa she had been lying on, dreaming of trivial things a moment ago.
Susan stared at the envelope a long while. For once, she was glad that she was home alone and that Anne's parents weren't here to fuss over her and Anne wasn't there to insist that she read the telegraph before Susan.
Slowly, she took a pin from her hair and slit open the envelope. She pulled out the yellow paper.
Miss Susan Pevensie STOP We regret to tell you that your parents, Helen and David Pevensie, and your siblings Peter, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie were killed at the train crash at London two days ago STOP
Everything went numb.
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