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Staring at the happy family soon got to be both a chore and utterly boring. I wasn't used to not being treated like an absolute princess, and it showed. I get a hot temper from my mum, the same way I got a cold heart from my dad. You can say that I didn't hit the genetic jackpot.

"Where are we?" I demanded, stomping up to the fools playing in the water. "How did we even get here?"

No one answered me, and I wasn't prepared for that. I had a solution to everything, them laughing at me, answering me scornfully, anything but being ignored. I've never been truly ignored before. When I was little, if Mummy was busy, Nanny would answer to me, afraid of being fired. When I grew older, one telegraph would bring both Mum and Dad hurrying home as fast as they could. I wasn't as spoiled then as I am now, but I still led a fairly indulgent lifestyle. Even when my parents didn't hurry back, by that time I had Edmund, and although I couldn't boss him around the way I had everyone else, he had never ignored me either. At least, he'd never ignored me until now.

"Why aren't you answering me?" I asked, furiously, waving my hands wildly in front of their faces.

They finally stopped splashing around and looked at me. Peter took the liberty of explaining things to me.

"Narnia, Ashlynn. Where else?"

"That's rubbish! Narnia is this game you lot played when we were younger. It's just a fairytale. It's like Never Never Land or something! And you know what? None of you are the least bit like Peter Pan!"

I was completely furious by that time. Honestly! The nerve of some people. To think I had ever actually been friends with any of them. I heard a sputtering coming from my right, and could it be? Is someone really laughing at me? Whirling around, I saw probably the least likely person I ever thought would laugh at me, practically rolling on the ground. That was when I totally and completely lost all control.

"EDMUND YOU GIT! Stop laughing at me! Don't you know that it's incredibly rude, not to mention hurtful? I thought you were my friend! Friends aren't supposed to tease or backstab each other you know that don't you? I honestly thought you were my friend, even though things were awkward for a while. I wish that I could rewind the past year and just go back to what we used to be!"

I finished my little speech and held back the tears that I refused to let come. My bloody pride was holding me back again. I waited for them to say something but they just stood there staring at me, apparently, completely and utterly gobsmacked.

"Ashlynn, I was only laughing because your voice still gets high when you get mad, the way it used to," Edmund explained quietly.

Oh no. Once again, what have I done?

"We don't tease or backstab you anyway," Lucy put in.

That's when my anger started to flare up again, because they did. They backstabbed me and don't think I didn't hear them talking about me.

"You know what? You think I'm stupid but I'm not. You think I'm completely oblivious to everything you've all said about me. 'Aee is so dumb, can't she see we don't want her around?' 'Aee is so annoying, she tries to worm her way into our business.' I heard it all! All of it! Ever since I was six years old! Peter, I know you don't like me, but Lucy and Susan used to then you changed their minds! I ask you, why? Why do you hate me so much?"

The tears were threatening to spill over again but I stared straight back at them with bright eyes, convinced it would be the only way to get the truth.

"W-we had no idea that you knew about that, Ashlynn," Susan stammered.

"I'm not an idiot, Susan. I have a brain," I said, before storming away as fast as I could towards the thick grass and the forest.

I am a complete idiot with no brain at all.

I stumbled through the trees helplessly, nearly tripping on the big roots. This place was just a disaster waiting to happen. Someone sooner or later is going to walk in here and fall then break their head or something.

Why did I leave? That was idiotic. At least the Pevensie's know this place, wherever it is. They know how to defend themselves most likely.

I heard something move behind me.

"AAAUUUGGH!" I screamed.

Oh gosh. It's just a squirrel. Get a hold of yourself Ashlynn. Daddy taught you well. You're one of the toughest army brats out there.

That was when I heard the twig snap. Have you ever heard the phrase 'life flashing before my eyes'? Honestly, I never believed it. At least, I had never believed it until now, when I saw all the good times just go on whizzing by. Waking up to the sound of the nightingale, being thrown into the air by my dad, playing with Edmund, yelling at Peter, and just now, when I had stormed out of their lives, again.

My dad is an army commander, so even though I'm a girl, I was brought up to think, then act first and worry last. I bent down, feeling the ground for a weapon, any weapon. Just as my hand closed around a sharp rock, strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me up into the air. I couldn't move, much less use the rock. So I did the only thing I could, I opened my mouth and screamed for my life.