Sorry it's so late! I had to ride on the Drama Club Float in the Homecoming Parade! I was the White Rabbit fromAlice in Wonderland!That's our play this year!
Nothing funny to say today.
I don't own Narnia or I'll try by Jonatha Brooke or Jesse McCartney (both versions are really good). I only own Joanna and her parents.
Chapter Two: Narnia?
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I'm too old to believe.
All these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith and trust and pixie dust.
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I walked quickly through the house trying to find a place to hide. I could barely hear Peter's counting from the room I was in. I was about to run out when the idea came to me. I yanked the curtains open and lifted myself onto the slanted windowsill. It was a bit difficult to keep my balance while gently shutting the curtains. It was a perfect hiding spot. No one would suspect that someone would actually hide there. I took deep breaths and let them out as silently as possible. The minutes ticked by slowly as Peter's voice came closer to one hundred.
"…99, 100. Ready or not, here I come!" I kept steady and tried not to touch the curtain.
"It's alright! I'm back! I'm alright!" What does she mean? I slowly opened the curtain and jumped down landing gently on my feet. I walked towards Lucy's voice as I heard, "I've been gone for hours."
I stepped into the short hallway that the Pevensie children resided in. "What do you mean? I just saw you a few minutes ago." I stood by Susan's side as she told us about Narnia. The confused look on Edmund's face changed to disbelief. "That's completely childish. There's a land called Narnia in the back of the wardrobe?" She nodded and made a motion for us to follow her. I stopped right by the door. I was frightened to go into the room. Well, not frightened exactly, just nervous. It felt exactly like right before a big moment that if you screw it up everyone will be disappointed. I shook the feeling off. There was no rhyme or reason behind the emotion.
"I wouldn't lie about this!" Lucy's voice almost seemed borderline hysterical. She really believed that she found this land, Narnia, in the back of a wardrobe? I walked in and heard something even more unbelievable.
"Well, I believe you." Edmund believed Lucy? That's like saying the sun is blue. It seemed Lucy thought so too. "Yeah, of course. Didn't I tell you about the football field in the cupboards?" I rolled my eyes and leaned on the wall behind me. I knew it was impossible for Edmund to believe her. I kept quiet as the brothers argued back and forth. The argument ended with Edmund losing his temper, shocking.
"Well that was nicely handled." Susan spun on her heel and went to calm Edmund down.
"But, it really was there." Lucy's voice was full of sadness and it pierced my heart. She believed with all her heart that Narnia was in the back of the wardrobe.
"Susan's right Lucy, that's enough." I shook my head as Peter walked by. "What?"
"That was harsh. Lucy is just a child with a vivid imagination. We need that kind of innocence right now." He didn't snap back at me, he just sighed.
"Do you believe her?" I shook my head in a negative response. "She shouldn't be lying to us about it though." As his figure retreated I shut my eyes. This was giving me a migraine.
"Do you believe me?" I turned my head to see Lucy's hand on the now closed door. I didn't want to disappoint her, but I wouldn't lie.
"I'm sorry, but I don't. I'm too old to believe it, but you, Lucy, are the perfect age." With that I tapped her nose and smiled. "If you believe in it then it is as real as you or me. It doesn't matter what others think, as long as you are happy." She gave me a genuine smile and skipped to the door.
"Aren't you coming?"
"I'll be there in a moment. I just want some peace for a minute. Just to calm myself." I didn't hear the door closed as I was entranced by the wardrobe. "Maybe a peek won't hurt." The wardrobe door creaked open and I stepped in. To my delight, or disappointment, there was the back of the wardrobe. It seemed to taunt me, like it was laughing at me for even thinking about it. I just slapped the back of my head and laughed. My father always said that you shouldn't believe what you're told, double check. That's was I did and I made a fool of myself. As day faded to night and dinner was served I was lost in my thoughts. It seemed like there was a great chasm between me and the rest of the world; like I was traveling through the day on autopilot. Everything I saw reminded me of the wardrobe. The apples I ate, the frame of my bed, Lucy. I couldn't get the damn wardrobe out of my mind. I snuck away from the siblings to go quench my curiosity. I gazed at the wardrobe as I dropped to my knees and then sat on my heels.
"Why am I drawn to you? Why can't I get you out of my head? Is there really a land called Narnia? Why am I asking a wardrobe this? It's not as if it is really going to answer me back." As I stood to leave the undeniable urge to stay in this room overwhelmed me. I sat in the corner by the door as the minutes ticked by. I thought of everything and yet I thought of nothing. No pain or sadness, just happiness. The silence was welcoming, and made it easier to think. The minutes turned to hours as I just stared at the wardrobe. As the room became almost immersed in blackness I knew I should have left hours ago. But I couldn't find the strength. It had been dark for quite a while when the door opened, revealing Lucy in her nightclothes and holding a candle.
"You know I have been sitting here for hours and still don't believe you. I want to, I really do. I just can't." She jumped, almost dropping the candle.
"You have been sitting here the whole time? Edmund was afraid that you were taken. The others knew you could defend yourself, but secretly we were all worried. Why have you been sitting in here all this time?" Her brows were scrunched in confusion, but she didn't move from here spot; in front of the wardrobe.
"I'm not sure. Now I'm going to bed so don't do anything I wouldn't do." I gave her a wink as I rushed to my room. I still didn't believe in Narnia, but at least I made Lucy happy. Just as I pulled the covers over my body I heard Lucy in the boy's room.
"Peter, Peter wake up! Peter wake up! It's there! It's really there!" He tried, unsuccessfully, to shush her. I groaned as I rolled out of bed and walked into the boy's room.
"What is she talking about?" Susan asked rubbing her eyes and throwing her housecoat on. I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.
"Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe like I told you!" She was sitting on the bed hovering over Peter. I dropped onto Edmund's bed as the conversation started.
"You've just been dreaming, Lucy."
"But I haven't! I saw Mr. Tumnus again! And this time Edmund went too." From my vantage point I could see his deer in the headlights look; that look that usually meant that he did something naughty. Peter sat up in bed as the three of them turned to Edmund expectantly.
"You… you saw the faun?" Edmund shook his head with an expression on his face that I couldn't quite translate. As Lucy got up she turned to Peter.
"He actually didn't go there with me. He… what were you doing Edmund?" Her look of questioning made him sigh.
"I was just playing along." I couldn't tell if he was lying. "I'm sorry, Peter. I shouldn't have encouraged her, but you know what little children are like these days. They just don't know when to stop pretending." He sat down on the edge of the bed as Lucy ran out of the room crying. I knew I should be angry, but I wasn't, just disappointed. He stood up with a satisfied smirk as Susan rushed out of the room with Peter hot on her heels. Before leaving the room he shoved Edmund; right on top of me.
"Ow!" His body was radiating heat onto the lower half of my body, where he landed.
"You can get off now, you know." He blushed and scooted back to the spot he was before. "Why do you do that? Does it give you some sort of thrill to hurt others feelings?" My voice wasn't loud, but still threatening. He shrugged his shoulder and remained silent. "That's not an answer you know. Why?"
"I get attention when I do it! Peter's the golden boy, Susan's the smartest and Lucy's the youngest. I'm just Edmund." He actually thinks that? He's not just Edmund.
"You can be my golden boy if you like. Besides you're not just Edmund. You're sarcastic and witty in a humorous way when you're with me. You turn into someone different around your siblings. Try to be the Edmund you are around me with your siblings. They might just like you even better." I kissed his cheek and then slapped the back of his head. "That was for hurting Lucy's feelings. Do it again and, well you'll find out." I smiled at him as I strolled out the door.
"Thank you Jo!"
I climbed into bed and was almost asleep when Lucy snuggled up to me. "Jo? Do you believe me yet?"
"Not yet. Soon, but not yet."
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I was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield once I got over my nerves. I was using my two swords with ease as I cut down many creatures. It seemed I was locked in a dangerous dance with many partners. My maroon dress swished as I blocked, and turned; thrusting my sword into the flesh of the Witch's minions. Each thrust I made I let out more of my anger. I glanced to my left as I heard Edmund yell. I stopped my dance to watch in fascination as a blue glow was released as he broke the White Witch's wand. The Witch swung her sword at Edmund, but he blocked it. While he was distracted she plunged her broken wand into his abdomen.
"EDMUND!" I was frozen in shock, but Peter wasn't. He immediately ran towards the Witch, blinded by fury. I swung at the nearest enemy. I was going to take revenge; it didn't matter if it was the White Witch herself or her followers. The dance began again, but this time it was even more deadly because it didn't matter to me if I died; as long as I took many enemies with me.
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I gasped as I shot up in bed. Why was I so terrified? My forehead was drenched in sweat as I donned on my housecoat. The house was eerily silent as I made my way to the bathroom. By the time the others were awake I was dressed and towel drying my hair. "You're up early." Susan said as she sat beside me.
"Nightmare. I couldn't get back to sleep. I can't even remember what was so terrifying about it though." Once we were all dressed and fed Susan decided we needed fresh air. The day was beautiful with the sun shining and fluffy white clouds floating above us. I was lying in the grass looking up at the clouds as I watched the three older Pevensie children play Cricket. The game never interested me, but I was happy to stay on the sidelines. Lucy was in the shade of a tree reading a book with a sad look on her face. She had been like this since last night. It wasn't Lucy. I wanted the real Lucy back, and soon.
"Peter winds up, poised to take yet another wicket!" He released the ball and with perfect precision, hit Edmund in the upper thigh. Edmund touched the place where the ball had hit him while muttering an 'Ow!' "Whoops! Wake up Dolly Daydream." Susan threw the ball back to Peter as Edmund spoke.
"Why can't we play hide and seek again?"
"I thought you said it was a kid's game."
"Besides, we could all use the fresh air." Yes, fresh air is good after being holed up in the house with the wardrobe. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't even go one minute without thinking of that blasted wardrobe.
"Are you ready?" Peter asked as he got ready to throw the ball. I had a feeling this would end badly, but it was their problem, not mine. Today was my day off.
"Are you?" Edmund smashed the ball as I stood. I watched the ball fly through the air and right into one of the windows, shattering it. Good one, Ed. Good one. Lucy seemed amused and in shock at the same time as I ran to her.
"Come on. We can't miss this." Soon the five of us where running up steps right to where the ball hit. The ball seemed to not only break the window, but a suit of armor as well.
"Well done, Ed." I could almost hear Peter's eyes rolling.
"You bowled it!" The muffled voice of Mrs. Macready stopped the upcoming argument.
"The Macready!" The fact that Susan even game the lady a nickname almost shocked me into a coma. She wasn't that bad, maybe a little stern, but nothing unbearable.
"Come on!" We followed Peter at a jogging pace. Up and downs stairs we went, running through the winding hallways. It seemed as though wherever we went Mrs. Macready was on our tail. We must have gone through every room in the house, but eventually we ended up in the room with the wardrobe. I didn't want to go in, but I knew I we needed to or else Mrs. Macready would find us. Somehow everything leads back to the wardrobe. Edmund was the one who dashed to it first surprisingly.
"Come on!"
"You've got to be joking." As the words slipped out of Susan's mouth the footsteps came closer.
"I don't think he is. It's just a wardrobe." In times of need I stated the obvious and tried to lighten the tension. It usually never worked, this was no different. The footsteps were getting louder as Peter ushered us into the wardrobe before almost closing the door all the way. He peeked out of the slit as I took a step back.
"Get back." He whispered as he back away from the door.
"My toe!"
"I'm not on your toe!"
"Move back!"
"Will you stop shoving?"
"That's my foot!" We continued shouting until Susan and Peter fell back into snow. Wait, snow? How is that possible? Oh. Lucy was telling the truth along. As I gazed at my first sight of Narnia I couldn't help but gasp. The words, Winter Wonderland, didn't even begin to describe Narnia. Everything was covered in a layer of pure white snow.
"Impossible." Susan breathed out, taking in as much as she could. I smiled and patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it's just your imagination." I couldn't help but laugh. Lucy was using their words against them. Defiantly cheeky. She was slowly backing away from them and they tore their eyes from the scenery to look at her.
"I don't suppose saying we're sorry would quite cover it." Peter stammered out as he tried to find the words to use.
"No it wouldn't." Lucy had an innocent look on her face and her hands behind her back, that can't be good. Then suddenly she threw a snowball at Peter, hitting him on the side of the head. That was when the snowballs went flying everywhere. If you can't beat them, join them. I made a snowball and lobbed it at Susan, all the while laughing. She tried to get Edmund to join the fun by hitting him with a snowball.
"Ow! Stop it!"
"You little liar."
"You didn't believe her, either." Oh no, another one of their famous arguments was brewing.
"Apologize to Lucy." Peter waited a moment, but when Edmund didn't comply he took a threatening step forward. "Say you're sorry."
"Alright! I'm sorry." As I walked behind Edmund I slapped the back of his head, really hard. He whipped around, glaring, but then shrugged as if saying, 'I deserved it'.
"That's alright. Some children just don't know when to stop pretending." That's right Lucy. Stand up for yourself. Show them you can protect yourself, to some extent.
"Oh, very funny." Edmund whispered, but then he caught my glare.
"Maybe we should go back."
"Shouldn't we at least take a look around?"
"I think Lucy should decide."
Lucy gasped as she said, "I'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus."
"Well, then Mr. Tumnus it is." Peter shuffled back to the wardrobe and picked out five coats.
"But we can't go hiking in the snow dressed like this."
"That's why Peter just picked out five coats." I said pointing to Peter who started handing the coats out.
"I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind us using these. Anyway if you think about it, logically, we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe." As he finished he handed Edmund a girl's coat.
"But that's a girl's coat."
"I know." I couldn't help but giggle as I threw on the dark brown coat. As soon as I put it on I felt warmer. As we began our journey to Mr. Tumnus' house I caught up to Lucy.
As I bent down to her ear I whispered, "I believe you now."
"I know."
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I can finally see it.
Now I have to believe, all those precious stories.
All the world is made of faith and trust and pixie dust.
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Yay they're in Narnia! Don't worry; hopefully, there will be more original parts later on.
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