That One Summer (A Narnia Fanfiction)

Renae

(Yes! Finally my turn! Hand over the pen!)

We finally got here! I love coming down to Meemaw's house, but the six hour drive I could do without. I am sitting on the edge of the seat, full of anticipation. As we pull up into the parking area, I quickly open the car door and hop out of the passenger's seat, grab my bow and quiver and my iPod, and race into the farm house.

"Hi Meemaw!" I exclaim.

"Someone's a bit peppy, now?" She asks.

"Nope! Just really glad to be out of the car." I answer.

"Okay then!" She laughs. "You'd better set that down and get out there and help your mamma."

"Oh alright." I sigh. I lean my bow up against the back of the brown cabinet, and walk into our bedroom to set my IPod down.

It takes about ten minutes to unpack the whole car, because Allen keeps wanting to be in the office area with Blair and John, so my mother and I keep having to remind him to help us. Anyways, the clock above the T.V says that it's about 5:30, almost time for dinner.

"Hey, Meemaw! What're we having for dinner tonight?" I ask. Being on the road for a while makes you hungry. Especially when your brother who was in charge of snacks forgot to pack them.

"Well, your Aunt Melody and them brought kolaches. They're in the freezer if you want some."

"Okie-Dokie!" I say, trotting over to the fridge to get a bag of the fruit filled ones. My uncle makes the best kolaches in the world. Literally. I don't think that I will ever stop loving them. I wish I could eat them more often, but the distance between us is too great to make the occasional trip just for an order of breakfast foods. I pull out my personal favorite, the cherry ones, and place a few on the plate and stick them into the microwave. I close it and punch in forty-five seconds.

Forty-five seconds later, I find myself sinking my teeth into the delicious cherry goodness. Then my brother, Allen comes into the kitchen.

"Hey, Meemaw said you were making kolaches. Got any left?" He asks me.

"I guess. You can have one." I say.

"'M'kay." He says as he grabs one of my plate and runs back into the other room.

I sit on one of the kitchen chairs finishing up my breakfast dinner with my dog, Shasta, looking up at me hopefully. I know it's not good to feed animals "people food", but sometimes I just can't help it; I slip him a tiny bit of the breaded crust which he gobbles down within a split second.

"You enjoyed that didn't you boy?" I ask, reaching down and scratching his head. He tilts his head up and licks my fingers, getting the last of the crumbs off of them. I laugh as I stand up and throw my paper plate in the trash.

Just then, Keith comes into the kitchen. "Renae! Do you want to go over to John and Jay's house and do sword fights?" he asks. Okay, I should probably clarify on that. They're not real swords. We all have nerf swords that we keep at Meemaw's house so we can practice with each other. I'm actually really good with a sword, coming in second next to Thomas. And probably Keith too, but from my perspective; were about the same in skill level.

"Sure!" I say. "Did everyone else agree?"

"Yeah. At first Jay didn't but we managed to bribe him into it." He says with a grin.

"Bribe him with what?" I ask, laughing.

"They we would play duck-duck-goose after." He says. Jay always thinks that it's a tradition to play duck-duck-goose at Meemaw's house. We used to play it all the time when we were little on the slippery hardwood floor because when we chased each other in circles, we would slip and end up laughing at one another.