296So, I decided to start a Peter Pevensie story.
I can't help it!
I feel like a complete jerk for starting this story cause I've still got 2 stories to update.
Gah.
But anyways, reviews please? First Narnian fic :D
Disclaimer: Everything to C.S Lewis 'cept for Claire White.
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Clarissa Katelyn White or Claire for short, sighed as she continued doodling on her Calculus notebook. It was yet another mundane day in Claire's life, listening to her math teacher, Mr Swift, drone on and drone about the newest rule in the topic he had just touched with the class. And for Claire, it was the worst topic she has ever attempted her whole life and probably the hardest too.
Trigonometry.
"-and so, in order to find the value of the side opposite the given angle, we take sine of the angle and equate it to CD, which is the side we need to find, over the hypotenuse of the whole triangle. Understood?" Claire sighed again and let her eyes travel around the dingy classroom. Everyone was practically losing consciousness with Mr Swift's explanations; there was Phyllis, Claire's best friend, whose hand was covering her eyes in an attempt to sleep on without Mr Swift discovering. And to Claire's left was Jason, her other best friend whose head was lolling off his propped elbow, waking every now and then, causing Claire to snicker at the silly sight.
I need to do something exciting in my life, Claire thought as the stifling summer air around her clouded her senses and pulled her into a slumber.
There were muffled voices coming from the other end of the stone passageway as Claire fumbled her way forward, towards the voices. She was in a weird place, one which she did not know of. Fire torches lit the dark area, emitting heat that Claire sought comfort from in the cold and clammy place. Bright light was coming in at the end of the passageway and she assumed that was where the voices were coming from.
A huge door stood open when Claire finally got close enough and hid behind the wall as she peeked into the huge room. There were five people and strangely, lots of peculiar beings inside.
"Well that's crazy; no one has ever taken that castle." Claire looked at the tall guy with a head of shoulder-length brown hair spoke up with his thick Spanish accent.
The guy in front of him with a lighter shade of brown hair swept across his left eye spoke up with annoying cockiness. "There's always a first time."
Claire held her breath as the debate continued. Where was she?
"Claire." Claire jumped up noticeably at her said name and whipped around almost immediately and saw with horror what was in front of her.
A lion.
A talking lion.
Claire blinked hard as the lion stepped closer to her. "Claire."
"Clarissa White!" The sharp call and the hard rapt on her desk startled the poor girl as she jumped in her seat and stared at her angry Calculus teacher like a deer caught in headlights. Her two best friends sniggered from their places beside her. Beads of sweat were rolling down her flushed face as Mr Swift continued his rant of students falling asleep in his class and the responsibility of students in classes.
But for Claire, her mind was somewhere else. Her mind was on the dream. The vividness of the scene was still fresh in her mind.
When Claire finally tuned back to whatever was still happening in her classroom, Mr Swift was still ranting about her behaviour in his class. "-behaviour from you was much uncalled for, Miss White. I'd make sure your pare-"
Riiiiiiiiiing!
The whole class stood up simultaneously at the sound of the school bell, filling the whole classroom with the scraping sound of metal chair legs against the grey cement floor. Then, the class bowed and chanted in unison. "Thank you, Mr Swift."
And with that, everyone rushed out of the classroom, leaving a very much annoyed Calculus teacher grumbling under his breath.
Claire, with her acoustic guitar and her bag-pack slung on her shoulders, turned back to the middle aged woman and sent a last wave. "Bye mom!"
"Be back soon after your practice, dear! We're having spaghetti, tonight." With that last reminder from her mother, the sixteen year old girl started her walk towards Phyllis' house, which was on the other end of the street, for her weekly guitar lessons. Claire had to walk through a small forest to get to her best friend's house and even though she disliked crossing the woody area, she had already gotten used to it with the numerous times she visited Phyllis.
Claire hummed along to the song her iPod was playing and failed to notice the huge gaping hole in the middle of the forest floor. Soon after, Claire's right foot stepped over the empty space in front of her, causing her to scream at her fall into the dark abyss.
reviews, pretty please :D