Thank you to my reviewers! You guys are awesome! And I'll take your advice. :)

Also, do you think I should call her Allie or Alexis? If you review, please state your opinion.

Disclaimer: If I owned Narnia, I would probably be rich now. But I'm not.

Allie lay in the tub beneath the water until she ran out of air. She resurfaced to grab another breath and went back under.

Attempting to sort everything out, her mind became full of thoughts and she felt overwhelmed.

If only I hadn't been born. Maybe life for Mom and Dad would be easier that way. I'm too much of a hassle and a problem. They do so much for me, but what do I do for them? What can I do for them? Going to the doctor costs so much. If only I didn't have this depression. They would save so much money—money from therapy, psychiatry, the prescription which isn't even helping much anyway. If only I wasn't here, if only they didn't have to care for me, if only, if only, if only…

Allie let her face surface to get more air, and found that she was crying.

"Oh, don't cry. You're so weak, Al," she said out loud. "You have to be strong if you ever want to get anywhere in this world. Don't be such a baby." But this only made her cry more, and soon she was so miserable that she let herself sink and didn't bother rising again when she needed air.

If I just died now…

But she didn't have time to think of what would happen if she died, for she suddenly felt herself being pulled out of the water and dropped on the ground. She immediately flared up, thinking her father had interrupted her reverie. She coughed, gasping in air and yelled at her father.

"Dad! Can't you just leave me alone? Didn't I lock the door? I—" She stopped suddenly as she opened her eyes. She wasn't in the bathroom, or even in her town for that matter. She was lying on soft green grass by a small lake and there was a clear blue sky above her with small puffy clouds scuttling by. There was a large forest off to her right and trees sparsely scattered on the other side of the lake and beyond them, mountains rose up. Birds fluttered around and sang gaily in the trees.

Allie sat up, realizing that she was soaked. Hadn't she just been in her bathtub with her parents arguing downstairs? Had she died?

"Heaven's awfully nicer that I expected," she said out loud. She jumped as someone laughed behind her. She quickly jumped up and whirled around.

"Heaven? Not really. It may seem like it, but this really isn't heaven." A boy around her age smiled warmly at her. He had dark brown hair, almost black, and brown eyes and was fairly tall. He wore a light blue tunic and riding boots, and carried a sword in a scabbard around his waist.

Allie stared blankly at him. "Umm…who are you? And where am I?"

The boy (A/N: or young man, whatever) smiled even wider. "My name is Edmund. Welcome to Narnia."

"Narni-who?" Allie stared at Edmund, extremely confused. "How did I get to this Narnie place from my bathroom?"

"Narnia. It's called Narnia. And Aslan probably called you."

"Who's Aslan?"

"The creator of Narnia, the True King, Son of the Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea. He's got a few titles. I'm sure you'll meet him soon enough. He only calls humans when Narnia is in danger." Suddenly his face fell.

"What?" Allie asked.

"Something's probably going to happen to Narnia now that you're here. Why else would Aslan call you if you weren't needed?"

Allie looked at Edmund doubtfully. "You're not some messed-up freak who's trying to kidnap me, are you? 'Cause I'm telling you right now: I know Karate and will—"

Edmund laughed and held his hands up. "Calm down. I won't do any such thing. I promise. But perhaps you'll want to come with me to Cair Paravel. I never thought wet clothes were all too comfortable."

"Cair Paravel? And how do I know I can trust you? I've just met you. Besides, my mother always told me to never talk to strangers."

"I swear by the Lion's Mane that I will not do anything to harm you. That's a very big promise," he added, seeing Allie's look. "I also swear by the life of my horse and myself."

Allie debated with herself for a moment then shook her head. "Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll just try to find my way back home myself. I'm not willing to take any chances. Besides, this is a dream. I'll wake up soon." She turned and strode off in the opposite direction.

Edmund sighed and shook his head and went over to his horse. He mounted Philip and reined him over in Allie's direction.

Once he caught up with her, Allie stopped. "What do you want now?"

"Well, I don't know what your name is."

"It doesn't really matter. Not to you."

Philip snorted. "What a cheeky lass! I say girl, have respect for the King!"

Allie's eyes widened and she took a step back. "Talking horses! And you, a king! You can't be much older than me! What's next? Unicorns and dragons?"

"Actually," Edmund said, "we do have those. Not many, but there are a few." He smiled innocently.

Allie opened her mouth to retort, but suddenly there was the sound of hoof beats and a creature appeared out of the forest. Allie gaped at the half-man, half-horse as it bowed to Edmund.

"My Lord," the centaur said. "The High King Peter has caught sight of the White Stag! The Hunting Party is after it now, and the High King requested me to find you so you may join the party."

Edmund nodded to the centaur. "Thank you, Gladewyn. It shall only take me a minute." He turned to Allie and started to say something to her before she fainted.

I hope it's not too Mary-Sue-ish. You probably can't really tell yet, but if you see a hint of Mary-Sue-ishness, please let me know.