Start at the Beginning
Beatrice's POV
"Come on," I yelled as I pulled my brother and sister away from the window. Just then, the window exploded from a bomb. I threw myself on top of them and covered my head with my hands.
I shook the glass off and grabbed my brother and sister's (Charles and Rose's) wrists. I dragged them out to the cellar. We shared the same cellar with our neighbors, the Pevensies. Mrs. Pevensie and Mum were beckoning us in, along with Susan and Lucy. I let go of Charles and Rose as they ran into the shelter. I ran to the Pevensie's house to see if the boys were alright. As I got closer to the house, Peter and Edmund came running out. As he ran by, Peter grabbed my wrist and we all started running to the cellar. Edmund and I ran inside as Peter shut the door behind us.
"When are you going to learn to do as you are told," Peter yelled at Edmund, who was shrinking on one of the beds, clutching a picture of his father to his chest.
"Peter," Mrs. Pevensie said in a stern voice, holding and hugging her terrified son.
"I had to save Dad," Edmund said quietly, hugging the last thing the Pevensies had to remind them of their father. Peter threw his hands in the air turned away from them. I walked over, grabbed his hand, and led him to his sisters (who were on the other side of the shelter). Then, I walked to Mum and the twins. Charles and Rose were ten minutes apart (Charles being the older one), but they were closer than any other siblings I've met, and I have met a few. I was adopted into this family about four years ago.
Today was my birthday, but it ended on a sour note. I had woken to a bomb shell hitting a house down the street. I sat down next to my adoptive brother and sister, and held them and brush their bleach blond hair until they fell asleep. When they shut their aqua eyes for the last time, Mum told me to sleep as well, so I laid my head down on the quilted pillow and fell asleep.