To Narnia *A Peter Pevensie Love Story* HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

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I gazed out the window in tears. The train had just left the London Train Station, which was crowded with crying mothers and fathers who were sending their children out to the country, my own mother included. She was sending me to live with a Digory Kirke, who had opened up his home to evacuees from London. I supposed to living there with four other children.

I sighed and wiped my face, scrubbing away the tears I had shed as I waved good bye to my mother while the train was departing. It was just me and her at home. My father had died of a heart attack when I was ten, so she raised me by herself. She had to work two jobs just to take care of the two of us for the past four years. But with the war going on, it was harder to keep her jobs and earn money. And after she got let go from one of her jobs last week, she decided it was time I left London. She didn’t have the money to take care of me and it was just too dangerous to stay there anymore.

I had begged her to come with me, but Professor Kirke only had room for five people so there was no room for her. She was going to be staying in London, but she promised to keep in touch with letters. At the thought of my mother, another tear trailed down my cheek. I hastily wiped it away, forcing myself to stop my crying. If mother saw me she’d have a fit. She had made me promise her I would stay strong until the war was over. And for her sake I would, I would make it through this war with no tears.

The sound of a knock pulled me from my reverie, bringing me back to the real world. I turned my head to the sliding glass door to my compartment and saw four children around my age staring down at me. They all held signs of crying, their eyes glossy and slightly puffy. The oldest, which was a blond boy with blue eyes, seemed to be the only one that was holding it together while the youngest, a girl with short brown hair and big brown eyes, still had tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Excuse me, but everywhere else seems to be full. Do you mind if we sit we you?” The question was asked by a girl with long, sleek dark brown hair that curled at the ends and blue eyes. She was quite attractive and made me feel slightly self-conscious.

“Um, sure. Go ahead.” I mumbled quietly, looking back out the window. I silently cursed myself for looking like an idiot. I was such an awkward child, never knowing what to do around people. The only time I felt remotely comforting around people was when I was on stage during a choir concert for school. And even then I was as quite as a mouse, never singing loud enough for anyone to hear me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as the boys took all the suitcases and put them away in the baggage compartments above our heads. As the youngest boy put his little sisters bag above my head, I smooshed myself up against window, trying not to make my discomfort obvious. It not like it’s his fault that I’m socially awkward.

But he noticed anyway and shot me a small glare which made me blush and focus intently at the world outside the window. They all sat down quietly, awkward silence blanketing us. I twiddled my fingers nervously in my lap, tugging at my green pea coat. (Outfit- polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136610107 ) I tended to fidget when I’m nervous, which my mother absolutely hated. She’d usually pinch my hand whenever she caught me doing it in public.

Now I don’t want to give you the wrong impression of my mother and make her sound like some cruel and heartless child abuser because she wasn’t. She was just a strict and prideful woman. Our family had always been slightly poorer than most and she didn’t wanting people judging us for it. So raised me to be polite and well mannered, so I could fit in easier. But my quiet and shy disposition made it impossible for me to not be nervous around people. I tried my best to please her and usually I did well, especially around adults and my teachers, but when it came to people my age I was a mess. None the less, I loved my mother with all my heart because despite her stern ways, she was a giant teddy bear on the inside.