Hello folks! This is my first ever fanfic of the year 2008! Happy new year to all!!

Dear Diary,

No! That is so wrong!

Dear Journal,

Crap

Hey Journal,

Oh please. . .

Yo journal,

Gross. . .

Joe. . .

Hmmm, not bad. . .

Joe,

I don't know how Lucy managed to talk me into writing in this notebook. Oh well. This is better than listening to Peter babbling about bringing peace and order to Narnia. Don't get me wrong. I want peace in Narnia too. But that's what we do ALL day!

Get this, you wake up at the crack of DAWN, take a bath, and you go down for breakfast. You eat in a FAST pace. How can you enjoy a perfectly good meal when your brother is being a jerk by telling you that if you don't finish that in five minutes, he's going to drown your head in a pot full of snail slime.

Then you go outside to your carriage and sit on that uncomfortable seat for 3 hours with your annoying little sister. Pestering you with stupid questions like, "Why is the sky blue?" or "Do you like pancakes?" Stupid girl.

Then you see some thieves in the distance. They stop the carriage you are in and demand that you give them some money or they'll slice your head off. One of them holds a knife to your elder sister's throat. Your sister of course, shivers in fear. She kind of reminds you of a chicken about to be cooked. After a couple of minutes, the thieves are on the ground, unconscious. Thanks to you and your Brother. You feel a little grateful for having a Brother like him. That thief wasn't exactly light as a feather.

But the torture doesn't end there. You arrive at a clearing in a forest. An ugly sight greets you. I will not go into further details with that. All I can say is that you have to talk some sense to those idiots whose favorite pastime is bashing each other's heads.

You go home after dinner with those dunderheads. You go to your room, exhausted. You take a bath. Go to bed, and prepare for the same old routine tomorrow.

Get the picture? Crap. Peter is calling me downstairs. Something about a Hug-A-Tree campaign. Well, gotta go sleep in the conference chamber now! I mean, I gotta go to the meeting now! Bye Joe!

-Edmund-