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"Susan I..." mumbled Peter as he tried to expand the two inch gap between them.

He looked up at her face, tears. Her pure white face was wet with tears her lips quivering her eyes full of tears.

"Susan what is it, did I hurt you I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to I swear!" he said desperately trying to apologise to her.

"Peter, I have a letter from my father." Susan said solemnly despite how emotional she looked.

Peter looked up at her wondering what the letter had said,

"Susan.." he whispered trying to reach out to her only to have her run down the hallway and up the stair to her room, crying.

She had dropped the letter.

Peter picked up the letter it was still in its clean white envelope from the London, he pulled out the tearstained letter and read it carefully.

Dear Daughter,

I hear you and your sister have been evacuated to the house of a professor because of the war. However I see it as impractical for the professor to be disturbed by you and your sister. Therefore my acquaintance has set up a boarding school for girls in America. You will go to America. The boarding school is a new proper school for young ladies and will hopefully teach you respect. As for your sister she will be taken to another school especially set up in Australia for problem children.

You will both depart in two days.

Yours sincerely Doctor Wilder.

Millions of questions ran through Peters mind as he literally ran up to Susan's room. How could this man treat his children like this? He never even used their names. Susan need to be taught respect? How is Lucy a problem child?

He opened the door to find Susan on her bed weeping her head in her hands.

Peter carefully approached her bed and put his arm around her comforting her. There was a moment of silence until Susan began speaking.

"Peter I cant go to America, to a boarding school, I've been to one before Peter its awful they all stare at you and call you names and then when mothers and fathers comer to visit they make you sit there alone watching the other girls with their mothers and their fathers. The mothers will hug them and kiss them tell them how much they love them. The fathers will give their daughters bright pennies to spend on sweets for the next week or buy them fine dolls or necklaces to show off. And I just sit there on my own watching. I cant do it again Peter I can't especially across in America!"

Susan said hysterically barely even taking a breath, Peter began rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Susan I wont..."

Susan gulped and then stood up and began pacing,

"What about Lucy, she's going to a problem school, I know what they will so to her Peter I cant even comprehend it. I wouldn't be there to comfort her or protect her I wouldn't be there at all Peter! We have never ever been apart for the whole of her life I've taken care of her!"

Susan slowed down walking back to her bed as reality sunk in even more she began to cry softly as Peter moved closer to her.

"Susan this will not happen I care to much about you and Lucy! Yes I have only known you for a few weeks but that doesn't matter. I just don't understand why your father would do this to you and Lucy, I mean a boarding school to learn respect and a school for problem children..."

There was silence again.

"Peter my father hates us."

There was silence again as they looked at each other.

"Susan..."

"My father hates us because my mother died when Lucy was being born. My father was delivering the baby as he had delivered me. He used to love me Peter, he used to take me and mother to the park and buy us ice cream he used to swing me on the swings and I would feel like I was flying, he used to read me stories at night, we used to go the Kensington gardens and see the Peter Pan statue..."

Another moment of silence, another moment of tensions as the two looked at each other.

"The day after Lucy was born my mother died. My father turned on both of us, he looked himself away for days I had to make Lucy her own bottles and feed her and change her. My mother didn't have a funeral we never got to say goodbye. I looked after Lucy on my own for two weeks without seeing my father, the days used to go on forever I used to let Lucy sleep for a few hours then weep and weep over and over again I used to climb upon my mother's dressing table and dry my eyes with her handkerchief. I could smell her fell her with me. I used to sit on the windowsill looking up at the stars on those sleepless nights I wanted to fly away like Peter Pan, but most of all I wanted mother."

Five minutes passed in silence as the pair stared at the floor holding hands not knowing what to say, until Peter knew he had to say something.

"When did you last see your father?"

Susan took a deep breath and carried on talking.

"Two weeks after my mother's death my father came out of his room. Dressed in his worked clothes, his eyes were empty and emotionless he looked at us as if he had never met us. He just walked away Peter and left us!"

Peter held her closer.

Someone was listening.

"Our Aunt came and looked after us after that."

There was another moment of them sitting there, until Peter began re assuring her.

"Susan I promise you, you will not go to America we will find a way." he said taking her hands as he knelt in front of her.

"But how Peter, someone will come for us, Lucy doesn't even know yet!"

"Susan calm down, I promise you..." Peter said holding her hands tighter.

"Peter it's not like we can escape to a magical world."

Late that night Lucy laid awake thinking.

She had heard her sister conversation with peter she knew what could happen. She didn't want to go to a problem school, what would happen to her there, Susan couldn't even help her because she wouldn't be there she would be all the way across in America. She had never spent a day apart from her sister, her whole life.

But they could escape to a magical world, imagine it. Them all living in Narnia, they could help Mr Tumnus and live together forever for the rest of their lives purely happy.

She looked across at her sister, the person who had looked after her her whole life, she could see her face but she looked like she was crying. Her breathign sounded disjointed and harsh

Lucy crept out from her bed and tiptoed across to Susan and tapped her lightly on her shoulder.

"Susan..."

Susan sniffled slightly but didn't turn around.

"Susan.." Lucy tried again this time Susan turned around revealing her tearful face.

Lucy was slightly shocked she had never seen her sister cry before, true she had listened to it earlier on today but this was the first time she had seen her sister cry.

"Oh Lucy, I'm so sorry." Susan cried, embracing her sister.

"I know Susan." said Lucy softly.

"What, how did you?" asked Susan.

"I heard you and Peter today." she said looking at the floor slightly.

"Lucy I will try my hardest to stop this but, we cant be sure can we its happened so many times before." said Susan trying to make the situation some what better.

"But Susan we've never been apart before!" cried Lucy in desperation.

"I know Lucy," said Susan struggling to hold back her tears.

There was a moment of silence yet again.

"Susan, we can escape to a magical place." said Lucy trying to bring he sister some hope.

Susan looked up at her sister for a minute them looked back down again, knowing deep inside that it was pretend.

"Susan we can escape this, we can go through the wardrobe, you can meet Mr..."

"Lucy I think we should talk about this in the morning." said Susan wanting Lucy to understand that they couldn't escape this situation through a wardrobe.

Lucy went to say something but then held back knowing how upset her sister was already and reluctantly went back to her bed and fell asleep.

Susan turned and faced her bedroom window, one thought was in her head,

If only we could escape through a wardrobe.