Chapter 1
Lucy looked up at the large house that was to be their new home. She turned away and her elder brother, Peter looked down and smiled at her. She looked up to see her sister Susan looking up at the house as well.
"Well I'm sure we'll be fine here." Susan said, but she didn't sound convinced. Peter put on a brave face.
"Everything's going to be fine. We knew life wasn't going to be the same when the war started. Now come on and stop being such big babies." and he stepped forward and rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a woman in a tartan dress with a snooty face.
"Yes?" she asked.
"We're the evacuees from London. I believe we are expected?" Susan said, smiling. The woman sniffed.
"Why yes. I'm Mrs. Macready. I am the professor's housekeeper. Come on in" and the woman opened the door wide enough to let Peter, Susan and Lucy in. Peter picked up his and Lucy's suitcase and Susan picked up hers and the three children went inside. Mrs. Macready directed the children up a flight of stairs till she got to a small door.
"Down here is your quarters. Please do not venture far from them unless to have supper or to go outside. You must be completely silent when out of your quarters as not to disturb the professor and you must never, under any circumstances venture into the east wing. Is that understood?" she asked. Peter, Susan and Lucy nodded. Mrs. Macready nodded and smiled a thin smile, then left. Lucy made a face at her back, then turned back to the door. Peter pushed it open and revealed a long corridor.
"Oh! I wonder what's in all of the rooms! Please can we see! Please!" Lucy begged. Susan shook here head.
"No Lucy. It's late. Let's just find a bedroom and then we'll go to bed." she said. Lucy nodded, sadly and pushed open the nearest door. Inside was a charming room with wide windows, three beds, a sofa and two chairs, a bookcase and a desk.
"Oh how pretty!" Susan remarked and placed her suitcase on the furthest bed. Peter put his on the nearest bed and Lucy's in the middle.
"Come one Luce. Unpack." he said and Lucy did, sighing. She did so hate having to do such annoying things.
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Lucy pulled the bed covers up to her chin as Susan pulled the last of the curtains shut.
"I miss home." she said. Susan turned and smiled.
"I do too." she said and climbed into bed and blew out the candle.
"I've heard that if you say what you miss most, then you'll dream about it." Peter said.
"Oh, why don't we all say what we most then?" Lucy cried, excitedly. Then she frowned. "And you can't say Daddy or Mummy or the house. Because we all miss them."
"I'll go first." Susan said. "What I miss most is... the wooden doll's house father made me for my eighth birthday."
"What I miss most is..." continued Peter "the noise of the cars and carts. It's too quiet hear." he turned to the middle bed. "What do you miss most Luce?" he waited a couple of seconds.
"Luce?"
"Oh shush Peter! She's asleep. And so should we. Goodnight." Susan said, in a whisper.
"Goodnight." Peter said and he turned over. But Lucy was only pretending to be asleep. She whispered into her pillow.
"What I miss most is the little door behind the kitchen because it takes me to Narnia."