A/N : I am doing book ages,but movieverse except for Caspian,who is seventeen

Peter: 14 almost 15

Susan:13

Edmund: 12

Lucy: 9

Peter woke up with a stomachache the next day,he had barely gotten any sleep the night before . Laying in bed,he lay there staring at the ceiling,his bedroom door opened and Mum came in,he watched as she opened the drapes letting in bright sunlight,she turned to him.

" You have school today,so don't you think you should get ready." she asked .

"I don't feel well." he said and it was true every time,he thought of giving his report he felt nauseous. Mum came over and placed a hand on his forehead checking for a fever which he didn't have.

"You don't have a fever." she said peering into his eyes to see if they were unfocused ," What's wrong ."

"My stomach hurts." Peter replied sitting up.

Mum nodded and Peter hastened to explain,Mum listened patiently,then said ,"It's quite normal to feel nervous before giving a report. The best thing to do is to just go up there and get it over with,it'll be over before you know it. A nice hot bowl of cereal will settle your stomach." Mum said patting his leg and leaving his room.

Maybe,Peter thought as they were walking to school,the Nazis blew up the school and he wouldn't have to worry about giving a report. But no it was still there just like always. Peter groaned.

Susan gave him a sympathetic smile,"Maybe,you won't have to give a report today." she said.

"I'd be so lucky." Peter muttered as they headed into the school.

When he reached the class ,everyone was buzzing about something ,their heads quite close together.

Mark Ryling came over to Peter," You might be in luck,mate. Miss Styne isn't here were getting a substitute,which means you won't have to do your report."

Peter felt slightly better ,this was good news ,maybe today would be a good day after all. He was starting to feel better,even when the substitute walked in. She was an older woman about fifty,(Miss Styne was in her twenties) ,with brown hair pulled back in a roll.

She smiled at the class,then said ,"Normally,I teach younger children,but I realise you are all young men and women and I will treat you as such. My name is Elizabeth Heister . Or Miss Heister. Now is there anything important that I need to know before we start to read " A Tale of Two Cities" she asked holding up the book. No one said anything and Miss Heister was about to start the lesson,when Margaret raised her hand.

"Yes,is there something you want to tell me." she asked Margaret.

Shooting a look of triumph at Peter,Margaret looked at their teacher,"Miss,Peter Pevensie " she pointed to him,"needs to do a oral report on "Oliver Twist" he never did it yesterday and I don't think it's fair he gets to get out of it and everyone else had to do one."

Miss Heister looked at Margaret then at Peter,"I think it'd be best if we wait for your regular teacher." she said.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief until Margaret said," Oh ,but Miss,he needs to do it today."

"I suppose if he needs to do it today,he probably should. " Miss Heister looked at Peter," Are you ready to give your report."

Peter stared at her,he wanted to say no he wasn't ready,he would never be ready,but he knew he couldn't say that,so he just nodded and made his way to the front,feeling more like a person on his way to his execution,instead of someone who was merely giving a oral report.

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Peter wished the floor would open up and swallow him,he couldn't even open his mouth to speak. Everyone was staring at him.

"He's going to be sick" someone whispered.

Peter turned to Miss Heister,"Please,may I go see the nurse,I don't feel well." he said weakly,which was only because he was trying not to be ill then and there.

"He isn't,Miss,he always uses that excuse to get out of doing oral reports. "Margaret blurted .

"Margaret,shut up." Mark said,nearly everyone esle nodded in agreement.

"I really don't think it's fair for you to skip giving a report if everyone esle did theirs." Miss Heister said not because she wanted to be cruel,but because she thought she was being a fair teacher.

Peter threw her a desparate glance,pleading silently with his eyes. He was growing more and more nauseous the longer he stood there .The paper shook in his hand and when he opened his mouth ,he felt his breakfast rising up,covering his mouth,he ran out of the classroom and outside,no one else was outside and he was sick on the grass. He closed his eyes . He was going to kill Margaret,then bring her back to .life to kill her again.

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" I forgot to ask you,how'd your report go." Susan asked later that evening coming into Peter's was laying on his bed reading,he sat up.

"Where's Mum?" he asked.

"Downstairs,darning socks. Edmund and Lucy are busy doing homework " Susan said coming further into the room."Why what happened today."

"I hate public speaking.I can't give oral reports,Su,when I try my mouth goes dry,I start to shake and I feel ill. it's annoying. I shouldn't feel like this,I faced giants,a witch,usurpers,hags and other scary things,I could duel a man twice my age,but I can't stand in front of ordinary school children and talk about a book I've read countless times." Peter said

Susan looked at him," Everyone has fears,it's a part of human nature.I could help you so you can at least give a report without getting sick or feeling nervous."

A/N I just uploaded the first chapter last night and already received five reviews by the afternoon greatly appreciated R&R guys and thanks to my reviewers who already reviewed.