A/N : First of all, an extra special thank you with a cherry on top, for those of you who bothered read/review/follow/favourite! Thank you soooo much people! You guys are totally my inspiration!

Annnnd, a really big thank you to miacullenvampirefan, who literally sat me through this whole chapter! (without those death threats, that is)
And though I will never admit it aloud in real life, your tea is really amazayyn! Tysm for your support sis! :*

And now without further ado...

Chapter 1

The shrill sound of the bell, cut through the chaos of noise and laughter across the classroom, laughing at some joke, Elara had clearly missed picking up her books promptly, as opposed to others who took their own time, making her way out the classroom, towards the school cafeteria.

The whole cafeteria was buzzing, about the new transfer students. Elara caught a whisper here and there. Apparently transfer students at were quite a rare occurrence, and that two, were they siblings, was a cause of commotion. Though Elara could honestly not see what was wrong in siblings going to the same school.

Gossip spread like wild fire. But of course, she had nothing of it.

Having a look around, Alex was nowhere to be seen, obviously making use of the only free time he had, at the football fields.

She sat in her usual corner, as opposed to everyone who huddled together in groups of three in the least, an object of exception. But by now, she was used to the discreet looks passed her way. In fact, she preferred the haunting loneliness over the usual teen chit-chats. In fact, they scared her. How one could find so many words to exchange, would always be a mystery.

On a note of hesitation, Elara fetched out her Advanced Chemistry book. She knew what it would cost her if found doing home-work in the cafeteria, but that mattered no more, and she'd passed the point in which she cared. She was already labled 'nerd' so what would it matter anyways?

By the time, Elara looked up, satisfied by the work she'd completed, the cafeteria was almost empty. Shit, she thought. The bell must've gone off just moments ago feeling a small pang, that nobody had thought of notifying her but then she chided herself. Nobody cares. And neither should she expect anyone to.

Elara stopped at the locker on the way to class to retrieve her history books. Passing the Principals office, her luck, Principal Parry chose just that moment to walk out. "Oh Elara! There you are," he said in that booming voice of his, that Elara couldn't help but picture birds flying off trees, like in those cartoons she used to enjoy as a kid.

Elara groaned inwardly, stopping halfway in her tracks. She was already late for class, and definitely had no time for Principal P's widely varying quests.

"Elara," he called again, jerking her back to reality, "If you don't mind, could you show these young people, around a bit perhaps, before class." Of course I do mind! she wanted to yell.

But instead she chose to say, "Sorry, but I'm already late for history, sir."

"That's perfect!," said a voice she did not recognize, "seems, I've got history too."

Elara swore inwardly, as a relieved smile broke on the Principal's face, configuring his features for a moment, that for once he did not seem to be so aged.

"Great! Then, Elara you could show here, and as for you young lady.." he brawled on to whom Elara presumed was the the other sibling, but she did not give ear to what he was saying, a shiver working it's way up her spine at the mention of the name..

Mr. Pevensie

Kill the Pevensies. Avenge me.

No, she thought firmly. That's just a coincidence, ignoring the brief spark of pain course through her brain, asif current through a live wire. She ignored the spark, dismissing it casually, glad to have made her way to the classroom, fortunately without bringing on any calamities upon herself.

She turned around, not caring to see if Mr. Pevensie, had followed her or not.

"Glad you could join us today, Elara." , the history teacher's snark comment greeted her, much to the snickers from the whole class, but Elara could hear them as only faint echoes in the back of her head, for the wave of pain, that struck her was so sudden and intense, that it was all she could do to stand upright.

Muttering a hurried apology, she made her way towards her usual place, the last desk in the far corner of the room, eyes tinged a hue of red.

Mr. Banner went back to the lesson, not giving her a second glance as she propped up her combusting head on her arms, blocking off the single drawling voice, over the buzz of the class.

Actually, she didn't even have to concentrate on the lesson, having the whole textbook imprinted in her head. Perks, of being a genius Professor's daughter. Or adopted daughter, at least her conscience chided her back.

Hearing a scrape of the wooden leg of the chair against the floor, she wondered who was it, that disturbed the luxury of her loneliness. Elara groaned inwardly, it was him.

In the state of her combusting head, she felt a twinge of guilt for the scarce attention she'd offered him. But perhaps it'd be better that way, she shuddered as an uncalled memory made comeback before her eyes.

Elara pulled away her books that had been sprawled, all across the table, clearing a space. Feeling his gaze slide upon her, as he placed his books beside, the pounding pain in her head growing infinetly.

Clenching her teeth, she could barely resist the urge to cry out loud, or else go bang her head on the wall. Anything, just to escape this living inferno.

The so far meaningless screams in her head, seemed to have found a new voice, pounding on the walls of her mind with all ferocity. 'Avenge me. Kill the Pevensies. Avenge me.'

She sneaked a glance at the boy next to her, Pevensie. Just to find him staring back at her. Chocolate brown irises locked on her own grey ones, shining with something akin to concern.

Turning away, she clenched the pen in her hand asif it'd turn anytime into a deadly weapon.

"Are you alright?" she heard a warm voice cut through the monotonous mantra echoing inside her head. She clenched her teeth, not trusting herself to answer.

The voice kept raging on, increasing in volume and intensity, as she felt a hand press onto her shoulder, and a distant echo she couldn't decipher.

Fireworks exploded, colouring the dark world beneath her eyelids, into various shades of red, yellow and mauve, beginning to take on the shape of an image.

'Not now,' she prayed to whichever deity bothered keep a look on her. 'Please not in front of the whole class. Not again.'

Elara vaguely remembered standing up, casting the whole attention of the class back on herself. "If you'll excuse me, Mr. Banner, but I'm not feeling too well." And then without waiting for a reply she dashed out the class, turning a left taking to a corridor that led to a small old spare room, that pretty much nobody uses.

She fetched her phone from her pocket, dialling Polly, but the phone slipped off her hand as she collapsed on her knees. Letting the image that snaked its way across her eyelids, dominate her vision, not having it in her to resist anymore.

A.N : Chapter 1! So yeah, how was it?

And as miacullenvampirefan kindly pointed out, Elara's lack of interest inMr. Pevensie, was totally intended.
Sorry, if the Chapter, seemed to finish so quick and rushed out, but I was totally burning my midnight oil trying to write this, so yeah, you better give me credit!

Oh, and dont forget to leave a review! I'd love to hear your own theories and ideas on where this is going. And of course I'd love to hear your opinion on my writing skills, which seems to be deteriorating of late :( Anyways your reviews/constructive-criticism/ideas/theories would matter a million!

Until next time!

Peace-out, NarnianFairy

P.S: 'Once Upon A Star' is in no way a prequel or sequel to 'A Place in this World'