Chap. 1: The Grave Yard
Susan Pevensly was standing by the gravestones of five people. She looked down at them. They read: Ellis Pevensly, Greg Pevensly, Peter Pevensly, Edmond Pevensly, and Lucy Pevensly. She put one flower on each of the piles of dirt. She could have sworn for a second that Peter's read 'The High King Peter', but when she looked back it was just Peter Pevensly. A tear ran down her face. THAT was just a silly game. JUST a silly game. She kept telling herself this every time she began believing it was real. Just a silly game. She always made herself believe it was true. She stood there, wind slapping her face. A few more tears fell, dampening her cheeks. There was silence all around her. It was an eerie silence, with no one around that day, just her and the graves. She paid no mind to the other graves, just her family's. It wasn't a lovely day at the park. It was cold and sad.
"Susan?" said a voice behind her. She turned around to see her friend, Linda. Susan hadn't been to school for a week. This was because she needed to get settled into the orphanage, get over the immediate shock and stuff like that. So, it was obvious Linda was surprised to see her.
"H-hello, Linda," she stuttered. It was a VERY cold that day.
"Why haven't you been to school?" This was a normal and expected question, like 'why are you here?', but both are pretty uncomfortable.
"I… needed some time," she finally answered.
"I was just go en' ta' church, when I saw you!" Linda informed seeing her friend's 'why are YOU here?' face, "You come en' too?"
"No, I'm just going to stay out here."
"Really? I mean! NOT going to church on Christmas Eve! THAT'S absurd to ME!"
"I'll go after school, the day is an infant." This was true, it was only morning. Susan watched Linda enter the church. The day is an infant? Since when do I use THAT sort of talk? She walked along the small pathway. There was a woman wearing a black coat and a white handkerchief to her face, walking up it. Susan nodded in acknowledgment, but did nothing else. Susan walked until she was out onto the street.
F.K.: Hello Everyone! I recently finished the seventh book and got this idea! … or I finished it a year or two ago, depending on when you read this! R&R!