I was meant to be helping Lucy with the groceries, but I couldn't help but notice the large sign, covering most of the door, leading into the town hall.
Mother England needs YOU; Enlist here now!
" Are you sure your 18?" The sergeant asked, looking at me as if I was some foreign alien.
" Why? Do I look older?" I grinned after that, as the sergeant asked for my papers.
As I handed it to him, i felt as if i could burst with anticipation, as he turned the pages slowly and once he got to the last page, he looked at me in vast motion.
" Alberta Scrubs?" He questioned, his elbows resting on the desk.
" Its a telegraphical error, it's Albert .A. Scrubb" It technically WAS true, because it said 'Scrubs' instead of Scrubb.
" Hmm.." He mumbled, and it would have gone perfectly if Lucy hadn't come in at that second.
" Edmund? Your supposed to be helping me with the groceries!" She said, as there was deep silence....for about a second, the guys behind me were laughing and pointing.
I pretended to ignore it, as I grabbed the papers;
" Better luck next time, Eh squirt?" One of them ruffled my hat on my head, before continuing on laughing.
I managed (just about) to keep my temper in, until we got outside.
" Squirt? SQUIRT? I'M A KING! I have thought wars, a-and lead armies!" I shouted, but just so it was between me and Lucy.
" Not in this world you aren't" Lucy exclaimed, placing the groceries on her bike, and then i passed her the other bits and bobs.
" Yes- instead I'm stuck here fighting wars against Eustace-Clarence-Scrubb! If anyone so deserves a name!" I stated, which made Lucy smile.
Lucy, for some odd reason, looked off into a distant corner, smiled, then tucked her hair behind her ear.
" What are you doing?" I asked, quite confused.
" Ermmm nothing.....C'mon then!" She answered, moving her bike before me, so i followed close behind.
It wasn't too far back to our Aunt and Uncle's house, but it was enough walking to make my legs hurt. I tell you, I would ride the bike, but it's falling apart, I bet you anything Eustace unscrewed some bolts of some sort.
" We're home! Hello?" Lucy exclaimed, but as we walked into the living room, there was Uncle Harold sat on his usual armchair, reading one of those newspapers he found on a local park bench.
" Oh hello Uncle Harold, I tried to find some carrots but all they had was turnips!" She smiled ecstatically as she pondered over to the kitchen, I wasn't quite sure why as she knew that he was ignoring her.
" Should I start making soup, Aunt Alberta is on her way home.." She explained, as Uncle Harold turned a page of the newspaper rudely.
" Uncle Harold?!" She said, obviously annoyed, and I couldn't get over the desire to make a face at him, so he wouldn't see, of course.
" Father, Edmund's making face's at you!" I turned to face him on the stairs, and just when I was about to start speaking her spat a spit ball at me...or at least I think it was..
It actually really hurt, which went on top of all the mixed feelings I felt.
" Why you little-!" I said viciously as I ran up the stairs.
" Father, he's going to hit me!" He yelled, falling back on the stairs as I was about to do something.
" EDMUND! Look, it's from Susan!" She explained, as she motioned me up the stairs to her room, I had to share with - HIM.
" I do wish you were here with us, it's been such an adventure! But nothing like our times in Narnia... America is very exciting, except we never see father, he works so very hard, I was invited to a British tea counsel party by a naval officer, who happens to be very handsome, I think he fancies me..hmm ... It seems the Germans have made the crossing difficult right now, times are hard, mother hopes you won't mind another few months in Cambridge.." And that's when Lucy stopped reading the letter, her eyes brimming with tears.
" Another few months, how will we survive?" Lucy exclaimed, her shoulders gently going down in disappointment.
" Your lucky, at least you've got your own room, I'm stuck with mullet-mouth!" I said, looking down at the letter, not sure what I would find.
" Susan and Peter are the lucky one's off, on adventures..." Lucy spoke, walking over to the mirror on the furthest wall.
" Yea, their the oldest and we're the youngest, we don't matter as much" I mumbled, swerving round so I was lying on the bed.
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The Lone Islands// Edmund Pevensie (#Wattys2016)
Fanfiction(UNDER MAJOR EDITING) " And though she be but little, she is fierce " - William Shakespeare
