YA-DA!!!! Here it be. If I could only get those explanatory scenes done....sigh. They'll be here, never fear.
This is the Pevensies on the train leaving the portal from Narnia.
She's Gone: England
Betrayal. Hurt. Never again. The three thoughts chattered through her brain with the rhythm of the train tracks, forming a chant. Hurt, betrayal, never again. Hurt, betrayal, never again. Never again. Never again.
She'd laughed at Edmund's joke. Horrible. She was disgusted with herself.
Hurt, betrayal, never again.
The hard plastic of the chair stuck to her legs, hiking up her skirt. Susan wiggled a bit from side to side, trying to bring it back down. The man next to her frowned when she brushed against him, as if to scold her as one would a petulant child. She wondered if he ever considered how his own flesh, bulging across his seat and half of hers, annoyed those around him. It was doubtful. He reeked of month-old cabbage and cigarette smoke, the underarms of his suit strained and stained dark with perspiration. His face was clean-shaven and his hair combed, and his clothing was of good make; he was certainly not poor, but not rich enough or willing enough to pay for his own petrol. Edging as far away as she could, Susan tried to sneak into the place next to her without making it seem as if she were trying to put distance between herself and the self-righteous gorilla. She knew rationing was tough, but really…
A war with swords and axes instead of guns and planes invaded her mind, sketching itself colorful in her mind's eye. She shook her head sharply, tucked her hands behind her back to keep from grasping at a non-existent bow and arrow. Don't. Don't think about that.
Hurt, betrayal, never again.
That boy, that pestering, irritating boy who refused to leave her alone. He was trying to talk to Peter, trying to say something funny. Failing miserably. He was nothing like-
No. No. NO. A sob welled up in her throat before she could stop it, before she could think. She gasped at the stuffy, foul-smelling air. She couldn't break down in the middle of a subway train, she couldn't…
"Phyllis agrees with me, don't you, Phyllis?" He was speaking, a hundred miles away. Oh, what hideous noise must fall on her ears! But something stopped her mouth from delivering the cutting remark that would send him gone, gone, like she longed to be. Phyllis. He had called her Phyllis…a name she had invented to get rid of him. Maybe now, however, it could be her salvation…Susan was a raw sore, a burning, bleeding wound, never to be healed. But Phyllis…she was a fresh start. She would never know what Susan had been. She would never remember. To Phyllis, that would be but a tight-shut door in someone else's house.
The dark-haired student lifted her head and set her shoulders, nodded to the boy. Phyllis' brother registered astonishment comically, mouth dropping open. She smiled. Phyllis reached over and picked up her bag, deliberately brushing against the boy's hand. For that was who Phyllis was. She did not know that a girl called Susan had once loved a man called-
Never again. Never again. Never again.
Guys, I promise fluff. Really, I do. But I need to put in my explanitory chapters...otherwise it won't make sense...? Please help keep me going.