So here we are with another story. I am well aware of the fact that it looks like every other mary-sue/shameless self-insert who shows up at the professor's house and goes to Narnia with the Pevensies kind of story. Trust me, it's not. Please read past the first few chapters before passing out judgement on that. That being said, I welcome reviews, all I ask is that if you find some thing wrong just tell me what and how to fix it. Reviews that say, "tHis suuuuuxxxx!111 i cn't BelIEVE ud right sumthin dis horrabell!1" are not helpful in any way, shape or form!
I, Anna Ketterly, am going to go mad at the age of 16 by the end of this summer. Not only does my mother insist on dragging me all over Europe with her, which is not a pretty sight by the way since most of the world is recovering from the Great Depression, but then she has the audacity to unload me on a distant relation whom I've never met! And then to add insult to injury, she goes traipsing off with some sort of military man. At least the Professor, or Diggory as he's asked me to call him, isn't too bad. I met him last night at dinner and he seems like he'd be a mad scientist if only he didn't make so much sense. As it turns out, he's grandfather's cousin; it seems that his mother, Mable Kirke, was the sister of Great Aunt Leticia, Great Uncle Andrew, and Great Grandfather William. Of course, Great Grandfather William and Great Aunt Mabel were the only two from the Ketterly family to marry.
As it is, I've been here a week and with the exception of the occasional dinner, I'm left to myself. I have been given full permission to roam about the grounds and I've made good friends with the stable boy and he's shown me the archery range. I've practiced nearly every day and George tells me that I'm getting better every day. On the days that it rains, which it does frequently, I'm forced to stay indoors as Mrs. Macready has absolutely forbidden anyone to track mud onto her clean floors. The woman is an absolute battle-axe! She's glared at me from the moment I arrived, and I can't imagine why. I'm dressed in modest fashion, I've tried not to disrupt her or break any of her house rules. I think that perhaps she just doesn't like anyone under the age of 25…and perhaps the age of 50.
I've recently been told that four other evacuees are due tomorrow. I wonder what they'll be like? I'm told that there are two boys and two girls, the oldest Peter I think his name was, is close to my age. I do hope they are friendly and are up to having fun. This place is huge and I'm sure we could all have our own adventure on the grounds, so long as we don't track mud inside.
Anna
A/N: a shout out and possible brief mention will be awarded for anyone who can tell me what the Title means!