Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia or my friend Caleb. I only own me

Chapter 1

"We have to talk to the Professor Susan."

"And say what Peter? Our sister is mad?"

"He's lived in this house longer than we have. Much longer, he'll know what to do."

"It's worth a try. Let's go."

The two started to walk off then Caleb called out, "And scene." Everyone in the drama class applauded.

"Excellent you two. Your scene had a beginning, middle and end. There was a conflict. You both never broke character, and you found a way to end it." The school bell rang. "Alright class dismissed. Be sure to bring in your contrasting monologues for next time."

"We rock," Caleb said to Casey, holding out his hand.

"Yeah we do," she responded, slapping it.

Caleb and Casey were best friends at MPA, Manhattan Performing Arts. They had met in third grade and had been inseparable since, sharing a strong passion for theatre. They were both juniors, even though Caleb was 17 while Casey was 16.

Caleb was about 5'7" with brown hair and hazel eyes. Casey was 5'2" with dark blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Aw, good job Casey. That scene was so cute."

Casey rolled her eyes and sighed. She turned around and saw Chelsea Abraham.

"Why thank you Chelsea. And I enjoyed your scene as well. What was it about again? Being a slut? Oh wait, no. That's just your life."

Chelsea narrowed her eyes at the girl and spat out, "Why do you two always do those stupid Narnia scenes. You're just two little geeks huh? I mean, you're not Caleb." She moved over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder and batted her eyes.

"Uh, thanks Chelsea," he replied, taking her hand off him.

She scoffed and said, "Whatever. Anyway, I gotta go. Don't wanna catch your nerd." She turned, whipping her long red hair in Casey's face.

"I do not like that girl," Casey said when the other was gone.

"She knows I'm gay right? Why does she always flirt with me?"

"She thinks she can turn you because she thinks she's all that. The little...ugh!" She turned back to her backpack and took her phone out when she heard it vibrate. "And just another cherry on this sundae of a day."

"What happened?"

"Dustin just canceled our date for tonight again."

"What's his explanation this time?"

"He's gotta work. It seems like he's working all the time. I'm so sick of it." She stuffed her books back into her bag and zipped it aggressively.

"Hey, hey," Caleb tried calming her. "Just talk to him about it."

"Yeah, maybe. C'mon lets just get to class."As they walked down the hall, Casey stopped dead in her tracks. "Omigod," she whispered.

"What? What is it?"

Caleb looked where she was looking and saw Chelsea making out with Casey's boyfriend. He looked back to his friend and saw her fists clenched and her face bright red.

She made her way to the two and pulled Dustin away.

"What the hell are you-?!" Dustin started to argue, but froze when he saw it was Casey. "Casey. Um, look, I-I-"

"Can explain? 'Cause I'd love to hear it, working boy!"

"Casey, I just don't think it's working out between us. It-it's not me, it's you. I'm sorry. Can we still be friends?"

Casey looked from him to Chelsea, who just gave her a smirk that said 'I win.'

Knowing she was about to cry, she just shook her head and stormed away.

Caleb watched her go past him, gave a glare to the two and quickly chased after her.

"Casey? Case, where are you?" He was downstairs in the basement of the school. He then heard crying coming from inside the janitor's closet. He opened the door and saw her sitting on the floor with her face in her hands. He sat down next to her and hugged her. She hid her face in his chest, still crying.

"I just don't understand," she stated. "Why does she have to go after everything I have?"

"I don't know dear. But all I can say is I'm sorry."

"I wish we really lived in the world of the Pevensies. I wish we lived in Narnia away from all this and everyone."

"Hey, you know what they say about wishing. Be careful or you just might get it."

Casey chuckled and sniffed. "Yeah, well right now I wish that were true."

"You okay?"

"No. But I will be. C'mon, we're probably really late."

They stood up, grabbed their bags, and went to open the door. But when Caleb opened the door, they didn't see the basement of their school, but a crowded subway station. All they could do was stare with open mouths.

"Where...what...how...?" Casey stuttered out.

They turned around to look back in the closet, but it wasn't there. They also found that their backpacks had turned into suitcases and their other clothes were gone and Caleb was now wearing gray trousers, brown loafers, a gray shirt with a paisley sweater vest and brown cap. Casey was wearing black saddle shoes, a light blue blouse with a navy blue cardigan and skirt.

"And I repeat, where...what...how?" She now sounded more desperate.

Caleb looked to his suitcase and saw a label on it. He read it, "Caleb Steads, age: 17, departure date: April 23, 194..." He stopped.

"What was that?"

"1940. We're in the 1940s!"

Casey's eyes widened and she grabbed the label, needing to see if for herself.

"You...you don't think we're in..."

Caleb shook his head. "No way. I mean, that's impossible."

"Hello! We're in 1940 London, England." She pointed to the label where it said that. She kept reading it. "Plus, we are on our way to Professor Diggory Kirke!"

Caleb searched for the words but couldn't seem to find them.

"All children please report to the train! All children please report to the train!" an announcement came on.

"Well," he settled, "there's only one way to find out." They took each other's hand and headed for the train.

So, not my best first chapter, but it will get better. Keep reading! And please review!