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BORING chapter… I am sorry if you think it is too. The third chapter will be much better. Hopefully Kaity will go back to Narnia Soon!

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"Thank you for your kindness Foxley, but I can assure you that you didn't need to walk me all the way to my door." Kaity said to Foxley Young, the man she had met earlier. "Do you not appreciate it Kaity? It was my pleasure as I've told you before, are you not happy with me walking you to your doorstep?" Things were becoming heated between the two. "Mr. Young, I very much appreciates the drive to my home, and walking me to my doorstep, but I am not a single minded girl! I know what happens when a strapping young man walks a young lady like me to the door. It's just a invitation for trouble." I smiled as I said all of this. There was tension in the air but this was also my way of flirting. My flirting was horrible, Peter always knew this but he thought my flirting was cute.

"Kaity Wells, I believe you have the wrong impression of me! I know what your getting at and you are wrong. I mean you are stunning…" He put his hands on my rib cage and slid them down to my hips "and this dress fits you to a tea, and of course I want to kiss you… but you aren't some single minded girl. I wouldn't want to get you into trouble with your father watching us from the upstairs window." He point to the top of my house.

There was my father pulling back the white curtains my mother had made. He was watching us talking. I noticed the look on his face. Disappointment. I had always been his biggest disappointment. I have never known why but needless to say my father and I didn't talk much. I saw my mother behind him; she was giggling and smiling down at us. She waved.

"Your mother looks happy. I shall leave you now, but you can guarantee that we will be seeing each other again very soon." Foxley grabbed my hand in his and kissed it. He turned and started walking away towards his car. He got in and left.

I heard foot steps running down the stairs. It had to be my mother wondering who the man I was with was. Wondering when we will be married, what we will name our kids. I just stood there knowing my mother would pull me inside any second. I was right; the door opened a quarter of a second later. "Well who is he? What's his name? Should I know his parents? Is he rich?" "Mum enough with the questions. I just met him only minutes before I got to the house!" "But he drove you home Kaity! You surely must have talked, so tell me everything you know."

I sat down on my mothers pink sofa. Her favorite color was pink, and anybody who didn't know my mum would surely know what her favorite color was after they have been to our house. The living room was a nice salmon shade. I could live with the wall color, but the sofas were pink, the picture frames were pink, the lamp shades, the curtains. Pink was everywhere, and I was completely disgusted.

"His name is Foxley Young." "You mean the Young's as in the Medal of Honor winner Brandon Young's son? Good heavens Kaity, you must go out with this boy again. Being with him will get our family name out there!" "Yes Kaity. Go out with him again. Surely soon enough he will realize that you're a big disappointment to everyone." I looked at my father as he said this. I didn't understand how he could say it but in the past six months when both of us came home I learned to ignore him.

I thought about Peter. I used to tell him about my father and what he thought of me. He always told me that my father was wrong. That I should realize that I am one of the greatest people he has ever met. That he loves me, and it didn't matter if anybody else in the world didn't love me because he did. He was right. I love him. I love Peter. Oh god what was I doing today? Flirting, letting Foxley touch me like that when we hardly knew each other! Thinking about what I had done today made me want to cry. Why would I want to forget? I can't forget, its to hard. It was more my home then here ever was. I had two sisters, Lucy and Susan. A brother, Edmund, and husband Peter. They all loved me!

My mother only used me to get fame, and my father thinks I was the greatest disappointment and mistake of his life. I can't live here anymore. Peter live some where in London, or near. I could move there and keep looking until I find him, I mean England's only how big? Well it was pretty big, but it shouldn't take long to find him…

"Mum I…I…I don't know if I want to see him again. I mean he's a ni-." She cut me off. "What do you mean you don't know if you want to see him again? He can get us places; you could be wealthy and have everything you ever wanted! Besides the way that boy was touching you today… people would think you are a slut. We can't have a slut in our family." "She already is a slut Barbara, there's no use trying to put off she isn't."

That comment from my father hurt. He had never called me a slut. I really wasn't. I feel really awful about what had happened between me and Foxley this afternoon. It makes me sick actually. The only man I had ever been in bed with was Peter. "Mum, I'm not going to see him again." I was crying. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; I missed Peter he made everything right. He made me feel much better about myself. "Why are you crying? It's not like your married! You're going to see him again because I'm telling you are. You will listen to your mother!" she yelled.

I just looked at her. I looked at her with pain in my eyes. I was crying still. I didn't move, she just looked at me with those eyes, her fame hungry eyes. My father didn't look at me at all. I ran upstairs crying. When I got to my room, I flopped face down onto my white Duvet.

It was so hard. I don't want to forget about Peter Pevensie! I didn't want to forget about Narnia, the trees, the fauns, everything. I didn't want to forget about my really family, Lucy, Susan, and Edmund. I just wanted to go home. Why was Aslan making me wait? Why can't he send me back now! I fell asleep and dreamed of Narnia and the old days back home.