Funny How Life Works

by RachelSkywalker01

Rebec a fiery red-headed American girl, seems to have the worst life imaginable. With no friends and a little brother to take care of, she knows next to nothing about love. But when she suddenly finds herself in Narnia everything changes. EdmundXOC Edited

2. Chapter 2

Funny How Life Works 2

OK, after reading some reviews, I have realized that what time period Rebec is from. She is from WW2 time, same as the Pevencies.

-Rebec's POV-

If A divided by 7 equals 3, then what is the value of A?

I tapped my stub of pencil against my head, feeling the cool metal end prick my temple, trying to think of the answer to the first problem of my math test. Putting down the answer, 21, I zoomed in on the next question.

If B times-

"Hey! Rebec the Reject! What's the answer to number one?" Whispered Richard Hitchcock, behind me. Rolling my eyes, I ignored him, and continued on with the quiz.

A couple of minutes later, I finished, and flipped my paper over, doodling a lion on the back. I don't know why I always drew lions when I was bored, but whatever I was making always ended up looking like the king of the jungle.

Finishing the last traces of hair in its mane, something caught my eye. The tail, it MOVED.

Jumping a little, I looked around at my other classmates, to see if they had seen anything. The only sounds disturbing the silence were the scrabbling of pencils against paper, as the oblivious students tried to fill in all the answers before time was out.

Turning back to my drawing, the lion was pacing impatiently around the width of the white space it was trapped in; leaving scribbled grey paw prints, that did not come from my pencil, in its wake. As I watched, it turned to me, and gave off a mighty, mute roar in my direction, then turned and proceeded to dig its claws into the whiteness behind it. At first the scratches didn't look like anything, but as the seconds drug on, the lines revealed a castle, set in mist, being released by the morning sun's rays. Once the castle was finished, the lion proceeded to seat itself on the words beneath it, twitching its tail out of pride. The words read, Cair Paravel, Narnia.

"TIME'S UP!"

Startled, I jumped out of my seat, only to hit the floor, much to the amusement of my classmates.

Receiving a harsh glare from the teacher, I slipped back into my desk, wanting to sink down and hide deep underground away from the harsh world.

Glancing back at the lion, the castle was gone, and he remained still, as if everything that happened, had only happened in my head.

Passing up the test, I tried to calm down, but the whole ordeal had left me breathless, and wondering what and where Cair Paravel was.

As soon as we were dismissed from class, I bolted out of the room, not wanting to get caught by Richard and his gang at the end of class.

Once outside, I dashed towards my locker, twirled the lock open, grabbed what I would need for the night, and turned around, to meet the face of the very boy I was trying to avoid.

TheLostHeroinesOfOlympus, could you possibly send me a PM? I remember you saying about how you were a WW2 fan, and I was hoping you could help me with some of the things I need to know for this. And I'm too stupid to figure out how to send my own PM. That would be awesome! Thanks!