I hate books. And that’s a statement coming from me, Britt King. It’s true! Books are my #1 most hated thing on my “Most Hated Things List”. It’s before my brother, Jonathon King, though. I live in Livermore, Colorado. I’d better describe me to you. Brunette brown hair to the shoulders, flashy green eyes, bushy, uneven eyebrows, and a mischievous grin. I have two best friends, Andrea Falon McCork Layton and Hazel Bush. I know, Andrea, Andy for short, has a long name. It’s a family tradition. Hazel’s nickname is Hay-Hay! It’s fun to say, I made it up. Andrea has bright red hair with golden highlights, thin perfect eyebrows, and a fun, large smile. Hazel has dark brown hair, hazel eyes (LOL), dark brown lined up eyebrows, and a hiding smile (she’s really shy). Now about the book thing… I, well don’t get good grades. My highest grade I’ve ever gotten on a report card is a B+. My lowest grade is an E-… until now. I know, right!! Especially in L.A. Don’t even get me started. I’ve failed a million tests in L.A. My worst subject in L.A… reading. Uggghh! I have the comprehension of a 1st grader… in 6th grade!! At least I’m decent at Math and Science.
Coming home on the last day of school, my stomach was full of butterflies. My last report card! Upstairs in my room, this is what I saw…
Reading
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L.A.
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Social Studies
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Math
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Science
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PE/Health
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Computers
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Art/Drama/
Music
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C-
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C-
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B
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B
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B+
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D
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B+
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C
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E-
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C
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B
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B+
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B
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D-
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C
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B+
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C-
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D+
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B+
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C
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B
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C+
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B
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C-
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F-
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F
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C
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B+
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C
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D-
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B+
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C
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The last row is my grades for this semester. Here’s the worst part:
We teachers suggest that Britt King attends summer school from June 9th-July 9th at Grayson Middle School strongly in Reading and L.A. Please consider.
For contact: 972-590-3880 or graysonmiddleschool@lisd.edu
The 6th grade teachers
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Two words… oh and boy!
Chapter 2-Britt King travels into Kansas
I was frozen. I couldn’t move. Summer school? The place where those freaky weirdo outcast people go? Nooooooooooooo!!! I couldn’t go. I was already tormented by Brenda Smith… the most popular girl in the whole school. Hmmmm… let’s see. She has waist long golden blonde hair that shines and sparkles in the sun, crystal blue eyes, lips coated with pink lipstick, and extremely cute designer clothes made by her famous fashion designer mother. Her father is a famous lawyer and she lives in the hugest, most gorgeous mansion. A girl’s dream! Yet she’s so nasty and cruel. Her name makes me get goosebumps. She picks on the people who have/is/look: short hair (really?), untanned skin (come on!), don’t wear makeup (you’re in 6th grade, helloo?!?)ugly (doesn’t look somewhat like her) and much, much more. I could make a list longer than Rapunzel’s hair. But I’m not. Her two friends, Christina Sparks, and Kara Silverleen are exactly like her. The 3 S’s. ‘Bully, Pick On, Torment! That’s us! The extremely rude 3 S’s! Yaaaaayy!’ That’s my motto for them.
“Honey!!!Your father and I are going on a date at the movies and a fancy restaurant! Be home around 10. Dinner on the table! Buh bye!!!!!” my mom yelled from downstairs, disturbing my thoughts. Then I could hear someone on the stairs. My mom entered my room. “And… and I got these from a book drive” she said panting as she handed me a pile of books. I looked at the titles. “Peter Pan ,Narnia, The book of Fairy Tales!?!” I said groaning. “These are classic boring books!” “ Nuh uh! Read them. At least over the summer!” she said stubbornly. With that, she left slamming the door. So much for showing her my report card and summer school ticket. I stared down at the books and made a face. I HATE BOOKS!!!!
Late that stormy, dark night, I shivered in bed. I tossed and turned over and over again. I couldn’t fall asleep. Finally, I sat up and grabbed a book from the pile of books my mom gave me. This one was the Wizard of Oz. I could try to read it. I flipped on my lamp light and sat up, and, turning the first page, I noticed something odd. Inside the page, a light flickered. Ignoring it, I started to read. Dorothy lived… I saw the light again. Suddenly, it became brighter. I turned back to the front page. Big mistake. A strong, violent breeze of wind blew my hair to the side. The bright light went from yellow to pink, blue, and purple. “Stop! Stop! Stop stop!!” I shrieked. I started to hyperventilate. Soon, I was being blown out of my bed. I did the only thing I could: tucked my knees to my chest and squeezed my eyes shut.
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Shaking, I opened my eyes and untucked my knees. I gasped. Where in the world was I? All around me was a great gray prairie. Everything around me was gray. The sky was gray and even the sun had a tinge of gray to it. No houses for miles was around. “Ruff! Ruff!” something barked. I jumped, then slowly turned around. Behind me, a little silky black dog with long strips of hair played joyfully around me. “Oh Toto, what have you found?” asked a girl with a strikingly English accent. The girl came into view. A girl, about my age, with reddish, brown hair in two braids looked at me with curious brown eyes. She was wearing a checkered blue and white dress with a fancy white undershirt. “Who... who are you?” I asked, staggering backwards. “I was just about to ask you the same!” she said laughing merrily. “I’m Dorothy. You?” “I’m….ummm…” I thought twice about telling her my name. “Britt. I’m Britt.” “I’m honored to meet ya! Where do ya live?” she asked. “Somewhere not around here.” I decided to say. “I think I’m lost.” “Oh?” Dorothy exclaimed. “Well, just to let ya know… this is Kansas” she sighed happily.
Kansas!?!?!?!?!? I screamed in my head. Even though Colorado is right next to Kansas, it would still take a long time to get back to Livermore. “I have to go” I said panicking. I pinched myself. Ok, no dream. “Awwww, but can’t you come stay at my house for just a little bit?” Dorothy pleaded. I sighed. There was no way I would get back to Colorado in a day. I mean… I did just have an extremely awing experience. “Umm…ok, I guess” I said to Dorothy. “Yes!!Come on I have to introduce you to Uncle Henry and Aunt Em! Come on Toto.” Dorothy said as she started to follow the already trotting Toto. Aunt Em and Uncle Henry? Those names sounded familiar…. “Come on! Come on!” Dorothy shouted. She was already ahead by a lot. I sighed deeply. Well here I go…
Chapter 3- Britt King sees a cyclone
“Are we there yet?” I groaned. “Nope” sang Dorothy. I felt like I was walking a 50 mile marathon. Every limb in my body wanted to collapse. No matter where we walked, everything stayed gray. No house or anything. We walked through straight paths, curvy ones, and zigzag paths. We even had to walk through the long, gray, scratchy blades of grass. Finally, I spotted a small house in the distance. More like a shack. The shack was dull and gray like everything else. Wanting to reach shelter, I ran like a cheetah towards the house. Toto, thinking it was a game, barked happily and tried to catch up. “Wait up!” shouted Dorothy. I didn’t. I sprinted until I came to the shack-house. That’s when I halted. Dorothy, out of breath, reached Toto and I. “You’re fast” she giggled. “Can I go in?” I questioned. “Wait, let me ask my aunt and uncle!” Dorothy said as she walked into the shack-house.
I heard mumbling, lots, then Dorothy came out smiling. I knew that was my invitation in. When I came in I saw a house with 4 walls, a roof, and a floor which made one room, otherwise the whole house. Inside the room was a cookstove, a cupboard for dishes, a table, chairs and beds. There was a big bed in one corner, a little one in the other. The place was so small and dull, it made me feel claustrophobic. Aunt Em had sober gray eyes, and gray cheeks and lips. Her skin even seemed to have a touch of gray to it. She was wearing an old fashioned long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing shaggy, wrinkly skin. She was also wearing a gray skirt with old fashioned gray tights and a pair of ugly slippers. Uncle Henry looked like the guy who never spoke or laughed. He was also super gray from his tangled gray beard to his big, gray boots. When I first walked in, Aunt Em gave me a glare. I gulped. Uncle Henry did the same after reporting there was a cyclone coming. I knew cyclone=tornado and tornado=bad. My heart almost skipped a beat. “Everyone down to the trapdoor!” yelled Aunt Em who was climbing into a hole in the middle of the floor. Uncle Henry followed. But just as I followed, I heard Dorothy scream. I turned around and saw her almost flying out of the house. It had been uprooted into the swirling cyclone!
“Dorothyyyy!” I yelled. I climbed out of the trapdoor and shut it before I ran over to Dorothy. I tugged and tugged with all of my strength. The howling wind didn’t help. I lost it and we went flying. I was being tugged, pulled, and stretched by the ferocious winds. All around me, other things like cars, windows, and even the cookstove from the house went flying. I saw Dorothy. With all my might, I flipped over to her. We held hands, hoping for the best, when I saw a door. I thought I was imagining at first, but then I realized it was real. It was floating in the air! I heaved Dorothy over to it. The door was a large, bronze door with beautiful designs on it. There was no time to examine it, or decide whether to go in or not. I pushed my body against it, then a bright light blinded Dorothy and I as we entered, flying and tumbling about.
Chapter 4: Britt King finds herself in London
Apparently during the trip through the bronze door, I fell asleep. I don’t know how, with all the tumbling and flips, but I did. I fell asleep and woke up with a nauseas headache. BEEP!!HONK! I looked up to see a very red, old - fashioned car approaching fast. I was in the middle of a street. Screaming, I ran, no sprinted to the right where there was a patch of grass. Then I saw Dorothy, unconscious and sprawled, in the middle of the road. I gasped. I ran towards her and grabbed her just in time. I felt a whoosh of wind and scratchy soot blow onto my face just as I ran back to the side of the road. It had been super close and my heart was beating faster than a metronome set on fast. I choked on some soot that had gotten into my throat. “Dorothy? Dorothy! Please wake up. I don’t want to have to do CPR!” I said. No reply. I repeated it. Still no reply. Just when I thought it had to be worst case scenario, Dorothy woke up. “Oh Dorothy! You’re alive! Thank goodness. I thought I had to do CPR!” I exclaimed. “CPR? What’s that?” she asked groggily as she sat up. “Cardio-Pulmonary Resuscitation! You know, like the thing kids think is gross? Mouth to mouth!! Hello??” I said confused that she was in 6th grade and didn’t know what CPR was. Everyone in the 6th grade knew what it was.
“No?” Dorothy said clearly confused. “Ummm… ok” I didn’t want to explain more about CPR. “Where the heck are we? Wait a second. I would know these busy streets. We are in London!!” I said, freaking out. Kansas… okay. London, England…. NOT!! “Lun… what?” Dorothy asked. “LON-DON!” I said making the syllables loud and clear. “Lun…. Doon?” “No!” I said, giving up. I turned around. Where was the bronze door? I whipped back around. I gasped. There was a bright red scar streaked across Dorothy’s face. “We need to get you a doctor!” I said tugging on her arm. “Why?” I didn’t answer. Hours went by with no sign of help. We passed buildings but none looked like a hospital. We passed people, and I asked them if they knew where one was. I heard “Nope, nope, nope, no, and huh?” I got a few curious stares on my way. We passed houses, but none of them looked “friendly” enough. Finally, on a street named Bloomsbury on house 14 in the corner of the street, a girl came running out to get the mail that the deliveryman was delivering. “Hey, you!!” I yelled. This girl, my age, had light brown hair pulled up in a fancy ponytail and bright blue eyes. She was still in her blue nightgown. Her eyes widened in fear and she froze, the mail dropping out of her hands.
“You!!” I said gasping and wheezing from walking so long. Her face turned pale. I finally got to her. She kind of reminded me of Hazel, making me even more anxious to get home. “Do you… know…. a….. doctor?” I sputtered. “No” she squeaked. When I showed her Dorothy (who had fallen asleep on the trip) she covered her mouth to not scream. “That’s Dorothy and I’m Britt. You?” “Uhhh… I’m Wendy!” she said shakily in a British accent. “Wonderful!” I said sarcastically. I was so tired, I was starting to become irritable. The door opened wider. “Hide!” she whisper shouted. We dove behind a bush. “You okay?” asked a muffled voice. “Fine, mum” said Wendy. “All right. Come in. You don’t want to get a cold!” the voice said. “It’s safe” said Wendy. “Come, inside.” Her house was a big, cozy Victorian type of house. Well, an old fashioned one. There were pictures everywhere of Wendy, a woman with perfect eyebrows and a high fancy bun, a fat man with curly black hair and a thick mustache, a boy… a little younger than me with dorky round glasses and nicely parted hair, and an adorable baby boy (3 years old?) with the cutest chubby cheeks and light brown hair. “Up here!” whisper shouted Wendy from upstairs. I didn’t notice her, I was so absorbed with the pictures. I raced up the stairs.
I barely had time to look at Wendy’s room as Wendy pushed us into a closet. It was pitch black dark. “I’ll be right back!” her muffled voice said. I sat there, bored, in the closet when I heard what seemed like two boys fighting. “Yah! HI YAH!! Got ya! Nope!!” I heard crashes and clangs and booms. That’s when Dorothy woke up. “Where are—“I clapped my hand over her mouth. It was too late. “What was that?” one of the boys asked. The commotion stopped. Suddenly, the closet door swung open.
Chapter 4: Britt King, meet Peter Pan’s shadow
“Anybody there? Helloooo?!” called the boy with dorky glasses… I think. “Maybe it’s a monster!” said the chubby toddler… it sounded like that, hiding behind his brother’s back…I heard a swift motion. A baffled Dorothy and I were hidden in the far corner of the closet. I had moved just in time. “I’m scared, John. Let’s go, Sissy hates it when we’re in her part of the room” the chubby toddler said. For a minute, the older boy stayed behind. At that moment, Dorothy had to let out a HUGE achoo!! “Dorothy!” “Sorry!” she whispered clumsily. The older boy’s eyes widened, I saw between the cracks between the two doors. I gulped, and I felt myself pushing my body further into the corner. The boy ran away. This was our chance! I grabbed Dorothy by the hand and we tumbled out of the dark closet. Wendy’s part of the room was a nice, refined area. There was a bed, a velvet one in one corner. In the other, was a big window, like those ones you can open easily. The ones with two flaps that you open for air. There was a seat underneath it, velvet too. Other than that, there wasn’t much. Unlike, my room that had tons of electronics and stuff in it, always messy, her half bedroom was small, neat, and perfect. I mean, she had the basic stuff. Bookshelves, a mirror, pictures on the walls, a carpet littered with little dolls. Wow… now that I notice it, she has tons of books. She’s probably a brainiac. The other half of the room was occupied with her brothers’ side of the room. With such a big house, how can 3 kids share a room?
“Hey!” Wendy said. I jumped. “Sorry if I scared you. You like my room?” she asked shyly. “Yeah, ‘course!” I said. “I just had dinner. My brothers, John and Michael, are having dinner now” she said. “You hungry?” Now that I think about it… I’m STARVING! “YES!” I blurted out. “All right. I’ll sneak you some leftovers. My mum made meatloaf and broccoli!” Wendy said, racing down the flight of stairs afterward. “Wow!!! This room, well the one side of the room that is Wendy’s, is the most gorgeous, exquisite room ever! I love it! I haven’t seen so many beautiful colors before!” Dorothy said, awed. She bent down onto the carpet and examined the dolls. “Look at these! They’re wonderful!” Dorothy exclaimed. “This is my favorite one!” She picked up a girl doll that had a brown side braid. The doll was wearing an apron and holding cookies. She also wore a chef hat. “I love cooking, though Aunt Em doesn’t let me do it very often” she said. “Now, never go near the cookstove. You don’t want to burn yourself!” she said mimicking Aunt Em’s boring, dull tone. I laughed. Wendy came back with a platter of food. I gobbled it down, so fast, that Dorothy had only a couple of burnt broccoli when I was finished. “I’ll get more!” Wendy giggled. When dinner was done, Wendy told her brothers to NOT come in to their room or else she’ll chase them around the house and tickle them until they fall over and cry. They were too busy karate chopping each other, anyway. Just in case, she locked the door. “All right. You can come out of the closet now.” We hid in the closet in case her brothers would burst through the door randomly. We came out and explained her the whole story. She said she didn’t believe it. “It’s true! There was a cyclone! That’s why Dorothy has this!” I said to Wendy, showing her Dorothy’s scar. “That’s why we came here in the first place. Do you know a doctor?” “No, but I think I know what can help you.” Wendy rushed out of the room.
She came back with a bottle of alcohol, some band aids, and two pieces of cloth. Wendy poured the alcohol onto a cloth and pressed it against Dorothy’s forehead. “Ouch!” she shrieked. “Shhh!” whispered Wendy. Dorothy was quiet and I squeezed her hand. When it was over, there was a piece of cloth tied around Dorothy’s forehead. The scar was cleaned and only a little bit of blood leaked onto the cloth. “Guess we don’t need these!” Wendy said as she went back down stairs. That night, Wendy’s parents left, Dorothy and I slept on a filthy unaired mattress covered with blankets. I was just falling asleep when I heard a CRASH! BOOM! BANG! At first, I thougt Wendy’s brothers had somehow did it, but nope, they were fast asleep (Wendy had found them, asleep, in the living room, and took them back to their bedroom). Everywhere, the room was a mess. Books had fallen off the bookshelves, the mirror was cracked, and the window was open, pushing in cold air. I gasped loudly. “Dorothy!!!!!Wake up!” I whisper screamed. Dorothy moaned then sat up. Her cloth bandage had slipped to the side. Same outcome. A loud gasp. Wendy woke up after that. She was so surprised, she rolled off the bed.
“Who’s there?” No reply. Wendy repeated. I was too scared to talk. Suddenly, a black figure came out of nowhere and threw Wendy’s dolls at her and uprooted her carpet that slammed against the wall with a thud. “Ahhhh!!!!” she screamed, sprinting over to us. “What do we do?”squeaked Dorothy. The figure had caused tons of chaos and was now hanging off the fan. “Watch out!” I yelled as the figure accidentally fell off the fan. The two girls ran, but I wasn’t fast enough as the figure came flying at me.
Chapter 5: Britt King flies!
“Ohhhh” I said groaning. I looked up. Apparently, I was lying down. Well, I wonder if mom’s home yet. I can’t wait to tell her about this amazing dream! I opened my eyes and screamed. I was staring at a boy, who looked maybe a little older than me, yet he seemed so childish. He was wearing a green outfit that looked like a costume, had light brown hair with, golden brown highlights, and his ears….. wait, were his ears pointed? He had elf ears!! He was hovering in the air. Somebody’s hand shushed me. “Quiet!” It was Wendy. She was glancing at her brothers, who were STILL asleep. Oh, wonderful, it wasn’t a dream. “What is going on?” The scene of the charging black figure replayed in my head. Wendy said it fast, “Well, so that shadow-that was Peter’s-was…” “SHADOW! That’s impossible!” I whisper shouted. “Nothing’s impossible!” whooped the boy, who flipped into a circle. Childish. Am I right? “Like I was saying….. Peter’s shadow was about to seriously hurt you… which would have been horrible….. but, Peter swooped in and saved you and after that I helped sew his shadow back on, then after that, you woke up!” Wendy gasped for breath. “Swooped in? Saved me?!?” I exclaimed. “Yeah” said somebody else. It was Dorothy. She had been quiet the whole time, I hadn’t noticed her.
“Oh, hey Dorothy” I said absentmindedly. “Dorothy? I like that name!” the boy, or I guess Peter, said. She blushed. “You like my name, too. Right, Peter?” Wendy said, making Peter sound all mushy gushy. I raised my eyebrows. Well, well, well. Somebody has a crush. Or let’s say 2 people have a crush. Suddenly, a bright light flew over to my face. I crossed my eyes looking at it. It was… a fairy? It was a tiny fairy with wings and a light green dress. I looked like it could fit one of Wendy’s dolls. It flew up to Dorothy’s face. In surprise, Dorothy fell over and there was a small jingling noise coming from the fairy. “Tink! That was not funny!” Peter said offering Dorothy his hand. Wait a second…. Tink! Dorothy accepted it, blushing again. The light flew over to Wendy, who I think purposely fell over. Peter didn’t help her up, though. “Hellooo??Help me?” Wendy said, still on her side. “Oh, right!” Peter said as if he just remembered. Wendy didn’t take his hand. She got up herself. “On that happy note, let’s go!” Peter soared into the air. Dorothy giggled, Wendy glared. “We don’t know how to” I said, interrupting the giggle n’ glare event. “Think happy thoughts!” Peter sang. “Tink” was already following him out of the window. Wendy and Dorothy were already gone, too.
Well, I want to go home, snuggle in bed with my iPad, while drinking hot cocoa. I felt myself lifting up. I almost screamed. I, Britt King, was flying!! I flew out of the door. It’s amazing how pretty London is from the sky. Skyscrapers are dots in the sky. It’s so peaceful and calm. Like bathing in a hot tub… in the sky. Then suddenly, there was an earsplitting scream. Dorothy and Wendy had stopped flying and were falling into the dark night sky. “OH MY GOSH!!” I screamed. They were going to die. “How do I stop flying?” I ask Peter. “Empty your mind!!” Peter yelled. I did. As I started to fall, I heard Peter say, “I bet they didn’t stop flying on purpose! Wait a second… Tinkkkkk!!!!” I heard Peter rage at Tink, who was laughing, or jingling. Below me, I saw a glint of bronze. The bronze door!! “Go there!” I yelled to Wendy and Dorothy. We haven’t fell yet, we must’ve been up really high I thought. I scooched by body so it would enter through the door properly. The door was still open, from when Wendy and Dorothy went through. It was lying flat, so I only had to fall. A bright light greeted me.
Chapter 6: Britt King travels through a wardrobe
THUMP! “Owww!” I said standing up. Once again, the bronze door had disappeared. Dorothy, Wendy, and I had fallen into a room with nothing in it, except for a wardrobe or what looked like a wardrobe. A mothy, filthy sheet was hanging over it. “Where are we? What happened?” Wendy asked. When she stood up, her eyes grew as large as saucers. “Where are we?!?!?” she screamed hoarsely. “I don’t know!” I croaked back. From all the screaming, while we were in the air, our voices were starting to go away. “I know where we are, we are in a different city in England, still in England though” Dorothy said, frowning. I knew very well she wanted to get home. So did I. There were footsteps. “Quick, hide!” I whisper shouted. We all ran for the wardrobe, the only place to hide. Wendy pulled off the sheet, climbing in first, then me, and then Dorothy. The wardrobe was full of fur coats, two rows of them and it was dark. The footsteps stopped. The person was in the room. “Who is it? I heard you in here! Who is it?” It sounded like another British girl. I glanced at Wendy, but she shook her head. We heard the footsteps get closer and closer and then the door swung open. We were already hidden near the back. “Really, come out!” Now we knew who it was, it was a little girl, maybe six or seven who had brownie brown hair cut to her chin. Her eyes were a dark blue, almost black, and she had a bow in her hair. She was wearing a brown dress with a small matching coat.
Suddenly, out of the blue, someone screamed. It was Dorothy! I raced to the back of the wardrobe and surprisingly was met with a breeze of wind and a face full of snow. Two flap doors, blown back by the harsh wind, were flying in the wind. Then Wendy bumped into me, making me fall over into a large pile of cold, white snow. I spit out a chunk of snow. “Hey!” “Sorry!” Wendy said. “Where are we now?” “I don’t know!” I said frantically. “The wardrobe!” somebody yelled. I turned around. The wardrobe was still there, buried deep inside the snow. I considered going back inside until… “A lamppost!!” Dorothy yelled. We three sprinted for it. That was when the oddest creature ran, no trotted, towards us. It was about as tall as all of us and it was a very strange creature. From the top he was a man with curly black hair, pointed ears, horns, and warm brown eyes plus no shirt (eww). The other half…… was goat. With furry brown legs and hooves. And he had a tail. He was holding an umbrella. He dropped the parcels in his hands. It was a faun. We all gasped, and Dorothy and Wendy hid behind the lamppost. “Who are you?” I asked shivering. He was too busy picking up the parcels. He then made a bow. “You are the Daughters of Eve?” he asked, glancing at Dorothy and Wendy who were cowering behind the lamppost. “No” I said blankly. “I’m Britt, that’s Wendy, and Dorothy!” I pointed to them. They came out. “Hi” Dorothy piped up. “Hello” Wendy said shyly. “You three are girls, human, right?” “Yah!” I said, confused. Of course we are!
“Well, I’d be rude to not introduce myself… my name is Tumnus!” Tumnus said. “What an odd name!” Wendy blurted. Tumnus turned a shade of dark red. “I mean…. I love that name” Wendy said. They both blushed. “Now, may I ask, how have you come to Narnia?” Tumnus asked. “Narnia, this is Narnia?” I asked. “Yes” Tumnus replied. “Through that wardrobe” I said pointing to the wardrobe. “Well, I never did study about those strange countries from out of here” he said thinking deeply. “It’s summer there, why not here?” I asked. “Well, it has been winter here for as long as I can remember. If we stay in this harsh weather, we shall freeze. Would you like to come with me for cups of tea?” Tumnus questioned. I looked at Dorothy and Wendy and I said, “We can’t stay long though, but I guess we can go” I said to Tumnus. “It’s just ‘round the corner! Let’s go!” And together, we headed off with the excited faun, into the land of Narnia.
Chapter 7: Britt King visits a cave
Trudging through the deep snow, we arrived where the ground became steep and rockier. “Welcome!” Tumnus said, dragging us into a particularly big cave. Inside, a small fire blazed through the cave. Tumnus lit a lamp. The floor was a reddish, dry color, and there was a carpet and two tiny chairs arranged neatly next to it. Also, there was a table, dresser, and mantelpiece hanging over the fire and above that, a picture of another old faun with a gray beard. In one corner, there was a door, probably leading to Tumnus’s bedroom and a shelf full of books. I looked at them. The Life and Letters of Silenus or Nymphs and Their Ways or Men, Monks and Gamekeepers; a Study in Popular Legend and Is Man a Myth? What??? I thought. Sitting down, Wendy had a cup of tea. Dorothy and I didn’t want any, but we feasted on a couple of snacks. Soon, Tumnus started to tell a stories. About the midnight dances and how the Nymphs who lived in the wells and the
Dryads who lived in the trees came out to dance with the Fauns; about long hunting parties after the
milk-white stag who could give you wishes if you caught him; about feasting and treasure-seeking
with the wild Red Dwarfs in deep mines and caverns far beneath the forest floor; and then about
Summer when the woods were green and old Silenus on his fat donkey would come to visit them, and
sometimes Bacchus himself, and then the streams would run with wine instead of water and the
whole forest would give itself up to jollification for weeks on end.
“But now it’s always winter now’ he said gloomily. Then he picked a flute and started to play it. A couple of hours later, I remembered we had to go. “Well, we have to go now” I said out of the blue. “Wait, no, no, no!!” Tumnus suddenly burst out in tears. “Oh my” Wendy said. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but picked up a handkerchief and blew. “I am a kidnapper! How could I?? Father would have never done this!!” Tumnus wailed. “Stop, please” Dorothy said. Through sobs he said, “I have been working for the White Witch all along!” “The White Witch?” we all chorused together. “Oh yes, it is she, how could I lull a handful of poor children into the White Witch’s reach?” Tumnus yelped. “Really, we have to go and I have no idea what you are talking about” I said, making the cuckoo sign to Dorothy. She didn’t laugh. It was silent for a minute. Then Tumnus said, “The White Witch gave me an order to take to her a Daughter of Eve or A Son of Adam, if I found one. The joy on her face when she sees there are three!” Tumnus blew his nose. “What do you mean?” Wendy asked softly. I hadn’t known she was there and I jumped. “You are the children and I was supposed to wait until you were asleep then go and tell her” Tumnus said. Now he sounded very serious. I gulped. I was guessing the White Witch wasn’t a very nice lady.
“Sorry, dude but we can’t let you do that, we have to leave” I said, standing up. “What ‘tis a dude?” Tumnus asked. I was about to say a wart on a horse’s butt (ha, ha) but I was interrupted. “That does not matter, you must escape before….” Tumnus’s voice trailed off. “What?” Dorothy pushed on. “If she finds out I let you peoples escape, she’ll cut off my tail, have my horns sawn off, cut off my beard, and turn my beautiful clover hooves turned into those wretched hooves horses have and kill me in any possible way and also she may even turn me into stone and I shall remain like that forever!” he blurted, exploding into tears. I shivered at the thought of that actually happening. “You must let us go, though” Dorothy said. “Of course, of course!” Tumnus sniffled. We then departed from the cozy cave. “You know you’re back?” he asked. “Yeah” Wendy and I said at the same time. “You will forgive me from what I meant to do to you!” Tumnus pleaded. “Yes, of course, you are a very nice gentleman” Dorothy said, smiling. Tumnus blushed. “You must be on your way, goodbye then” Tumnus said. “And I hope you don’t get into trouble with that White Witch person” I said, shuddering. Tumnus smiled.
And then there we went, towards the glowing light of the open wardrobe.
Chapter 8: Britt King Riding Hood
As we were walking back to the wardrobe, I saw a head poke through. Was that girl still looking for us, after like 3 hours straight? But that didn’t matter. “Guys, the girl, what if she sees us?” I asked frantically. “Let’s lock her in!” Wendy said. “But…” I started. We had already arrived back. There was no choice. Closing the flap doors that led to Narnia and locking them, we streaked passed the confused girl, I could feel the fur coats brush my cheek. Arriving, we fought to get out the small entrance. Finally, we three girls tumbled out, then tugging the lock, until it locked, (I didn’t know it was there before) we raced out. There was 
