Alright, I know that I have said before that I would wait until I had finished one of my other stories, but you know when you get a really great story and you just have to write and have to upload or else it would keep you awake all night until you do? Well I got that feeling at the moment and I'm already writing the sequel even though this isn't actually finished yet. I'm sure someone out there gets what I mean, right?
Please read and review this because I would really like to know what you think of it. This also is one of the very first stories I wanted to write (way before I even got an account on this).
I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia but I do own any characters you don't recognise. :)
The Affairs of the Heart
Hello, my name is Alexandra India Portentia. I am fourteen years old and I live in a small borough called Finchley. I have long, curly black hair and hazel brown eyes. I have a heart-shaped face with slightly pale skin. I used to live with my father but he was sent off to fight in the war against the Germans. That was two days ago and I haven't got any other family to look after me. Well apart from my grandmother but that's alright. I don't need anyone to look after me, I've got my locket.
My locket was a gift from my father and I never took it off. He gave it to me on the day he left for the army. The locket was an ornate silver cage that contained everything I needed – a picture of my father. I could always see his face anytime I wanted, but the only problem with it, was no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't open. But it's definitely in there; my Dad put it in there personally. He told me himself and he's never lied to me at all. Not once.
If you're wondering by any chance, then no, I don't have a mother. It was just me and Dad. My father said to me once that my mother was very beautiful and that I had her eyes, but she left me with Dad when I was a baby. She had to leave apparently, had to go to some place. My father told me that the last thing she said to us was "I'll be back in two minutes.", but she never did come back. My father was heartbroken.
So that was my Mum and Dad. I'll tell you a bit more about me.
No, I won't actually, I would probably bore you. Instead, I'll tell you about my friends and my enemies. Don't worry, I'm not crazy, a wise person once said "You can't have one without the other." And anyway they're really interesting.
I'll start off with my three friends. The youngest out of my friends is ten years old and is quite clever when you think about it. Her name is Lucy Pevensie and she has three older siblings, two of which are my other friends. Her oldest sibling is called Peter Pevensie; he is sixteen years old and is quite cute. It's a fact. Almost half of St Finbar's (the all girl's boarding school) think so too. But he sometimes can be a bit...well, let's just say big-headed. But don't tell him I said that! And lastly my other friend is Susan Pevensie. The cleverest and prettiest fifteen-year-old you could ever meet in your whole life. That roughly sums her up really, apart from the fact that nearly all of the boys, excluding Peter, at Hendon House (the all boys boarding school across the road) are completely infatuated with her and we'd have to beat them off with a stick, literally. Either that or walk home in disguise or walking as far away as possible from Susan.
Now, when I said "enemies" earlier, I'll admit that was a bit harsh. When I say "enemies" I mean "one person I don't like". That "one person I don't like" happens to be Lucy Pevensie's third oldest sibling. Edmund Pevensie.
Edmund Pevensie is the same age as me – fourteen. He is a good person deep down inside, it's just that he doesn't show it. You can never predict anything he's going to do; he bottles everything up. However, whenever he's angry he shouts at you and plays pranks on you. That's the only thing I've figured out about him. That and the fact that he's a brilliant chess player. I only figured that much about him because he's been playing pranks on everybody, especially Peter, but that's mainly because Peter is Edmund's main target.
Oh, the magic of brotherly love.
That brings me to my next interesting fact. Sort of. Because when you read on to the next chapter, everything that you thought was right will be wrong, everything you know will be changed and you will find out that everything that I have just told you is a lie.
My name is Alexandra India Portentia and this is my story of how five British, London-born children, stumbled across a wardrobe in the countryside, where fate can only bring back four. My story is plagued with magic, chivalry, good deeds, betrayal, love and danger. But it is inevitable in this fascinating and magical land that is Narnia...