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Summary: Edmund, a sophomore, was thought to be the adopted son of Jadis, the White Witch. Rolling around the new school year, he meets three new people whom are curious siblings. To not know the truth of each other, they know each other as friends. Modern AU, high school years.

Edmund woke up to the knocking on his door. He sighed, yelling he was up to his mother. This was their routine, knock, yell, breakfast. So, he tossed his feet off the bed, for it was the first day back to school.

He felt the butterflies in his stomach squirm as he imagined the year. Of course it was going to be different, his one and only friend had moved the past summer. Now, he could be the new lonely kid or possibly he'd take the bones thrown to him and force himself find a new friend. Not that it was likely, his mother of course worked at the school. Only, no one liked her. They saw her as one of the fiercest teachers and knew that it was going to be a dreadful year if they ended up in her science class. This was the reason people avoided him, or teased him.

"Edmund!" Jadis demanded from the kitchen, flipping a pancake in the pan she held. She muttered something to herself in annoyance.

"Sorry," he mumbled, trying to comb his hair as he stumbled into the kitchen. "I should get an alarm, or a phone. You know phones have alarms on them now?"

"Of course I know, Ed," she attempted to casually brush off his plea for a phone. "I have one with an alarm, and you don't need a new one."

"But they're faster! Who knows, what if something awful happens?" He continued, taking a bite of a hot pancake.

"Like what?" She scoffed, turning off the stove.

He fell quiet at this and quickly shoved the rest of the pancake into his mouth. Edmund hurried off to his room to change clothes. As his mother insisted on him wearing nicer clothes, he buttoned up a collared shirt and khakis. He would later insist on leaving the shirt untucked.

The two were ready and he hopped into the car. Relief flooded him as he knew his mother taught ninth grade, so, she would be on the younger campus. He would nto be. He arrived, cheerful for the change. Saying goodbye, he found his new locker, from the slip of papers teachers were handing out. He arrived at the now full-size locker. Unluckily, he opened it with several tough yanks. He set his backpack safely inside. Ed shut the locker, fiddling with the lock to set a combination in.

Next, he had to find his homeroom. Mr. Neuman. The paper spelled. Room 132. Curious to see where his shortest "class" would be, he rushed to find the room before the first bell. His eagerness helped push the door open loudly, which creaked and squeaked. Several people, already there, turned to see who it was. His face turned red, embarrassed at the attention. The three were several kids he had known, and whom didn't like him much.

Kathy, Ron (Ronald if you dared), and Parker. Kathy had long blond hair, brown eyes, and sharp features. Ron, whom was two years older than Edmund, was tall, and had brown hair, and green eyes. Parker had red hair, broad shoulders, and lumbered over others in anger often. These three had been in his grade since he began living with Jadis, first grade even. Ed grumbled something before sitting in the left, back corner. He covered his face to not have any eye contact.

Slowly, people began to tumble in. Only one person caught his eye. He knew of her, Lucy Pevensie, but he had thought her to be in ninth grade now, not tenth.

The fifteen minutes passed fairly quickly. The one thing he had learned was that he wasn't going to enjoy Mr. Neuman's fifteen minute class. Although, it was only announcements. At a small run, he flew out of the room before anyone else.

The blue lockers, all identical, confused him on which was his. Although, he found it when the rest of the classes were all tumbling out. He opened his locker, realizing he should've brought all of his books with him to begin with. He carefully shut his locker after. He jumped to see the girl next to him whom he didn't notice before.

"Hi!" Ed sputtered consciously. "I'm Ed- Edmund. Who're you?" He inwardly slapped himself. Idiot! He thought.

"I'm Susan," she shut her locker. "Nice to meet you," awkwardly, she held her books, ready to leave.

"Great- cool," Edmund stood straighter before. She was obviously farther in her schooling, only a year though. "I'll see you around." He turned quickly.

"Er- uh Edmund!" Susan called after him, as he began to leave.

He turned to know she was either going to make fun of him, or attempt to say something to comfort the awkward occasion. "Yeah?" He breathed, looking at his feet to cover his tomato-red face.

"You have a sign on your back," Susan reached behind him, pulling it off. "You don't need to read it, but uh.. it's very nice."

He sensed the lie, as it was so obvious. "Thanks." He muttered and then ran off to his next class. Room 153, Mrs. Clandborne, AP World History.

This can't be the only interesting class.. Besides Drivers Ed. He rested his head in his text book, as she droned on about Charlemagne and the time before the Middle Ages, or the "birth" of the Middle Ages. Every year! This isn't even fun anymore, history. He rolled the name Charlemagne in his head once, twice, over and over. The bell rung, 09:35.

Last to leave, he raced to his locker, shoving his history books in. New books, AP Bio. Seeing Susan on the way to the next class, he hid his face for several moments. This is not going to be a fun year! He bit his lip to see her heading for him. Why? He instantly thought.

"Why are you hiding?" Susan asked quietly, half smiling. She was about to laugh at his odd position.

"I'm not," Ed lowered his books, glancing at his next classroom, only a few doors away.

"Then why were you squatting and covering your face?" Susan sighed. She wished to free the information from him. Knowing the easy way to get information was the one way she did on her siblings but she couldn't possibly with him. It was only to tell her mother which they thought was much worse than it really was.

"It's just- good position to review Charlemagne," he nodded. "I've got to get to class, so, bye."

"And being upside down is a good way to review biology?" She placed her hand on her hip, tapping her foot eagerly. He gave her a thumbs up as he ran to his classroom.

Oh, why does she have the same lunch too? Ed thought bitterly. This is so embarrassing. He attempted to appear busy, slowly pulling food out of his ugly, brown lunch bag.

"Hey Ed!" Susan exclaimed happily. "Mind if I join you? And call you Ed?" She added, taking a seat anyways.

"Uh, why not?" He took a bite of his turkey sandwich. Uncomfortably, he glanced around the lunch room.

"Can my sister and brother also join? Apparently," she glanced at the lunch line, "They have the same lunch as well! Lucy-," she pointed to the girl Edmund noticed in home room. "Is in your grade too! You might know her."

"I have home room with her," he mumbled.

The two siblings joined them. They both gave a friendly smile, which stiffened Ed. "Hi," Peter and Lucy greeted.

"Hullo," Ed stared at his sandwich.

"So Ed," Susan cleared her throat, catching his attention. "This is Peter, Peter this is Edmund. Lucy, you know Ed, right?" Lucy nodded. Susan continued, "Ed, we're having a few friends of ours come to our house tonight. Do you want to come over?"

"I'd have to ask my mum, but I bet I could," Ed glanced upwards, bright red again. Of course, he was never sure he could go to anyone's.

"Great, I'll write you our address and give it to you at our lockers," Susan beamed.

"Yeah, cool," he finally looked up. "I've got to go to next class, bye." Ed bustled out the door, tossing his lunch into the rubbish bin. He ran to his locker, clambering for a few of his books. Then charged through the halls to class, teachers stopping him and scolding him.

"Don't run, young man!" One teacher, that looked quite angry already, stopped him. "That's a warning- or else detention next!" This slowed his pace, him dropping like a fly but instead walking. He heard her scoff at him.

Sitting down at the corner chair, he realized that she was his next teacher. What a fool I am! He thought bitterly. It was also his worse class, English. Even if he was in honours, he knew he'd given himself a ticket to be disliked strongly by her. She had white hair, slow wrinkles setting in, and her face looked like it was in a permanent scowl. Her name was Ms. Schviwood.

"Oh good," she rolled her eyes rudely. Ed shuffled from one tense position to another.

Once the whole class arrived, she began to teach strictly. No gum, no pens, no resting your head or eyes. She made sure to call on him at least every ten minutes. Knowing she'd do this forever, he purposely rested his head on the table and his fist.

"Mr. White!" She told him to stay in class after. "I know your mother and she will not be very happy with you." Ms. Schviwood proclaimed. Ed hoped his mother never treated students like she did. Him seeing her made every moment anxious, awful, and horrid.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Ms. Schviwood," Ed attempted to sound like he wasn't feeling well. He sounded a fake cough, "I've not been fee-ling very well," another cough placed in between his words. "I know my mum's having a stressful day already, too, can you just let this-."

"No, Mr. White," Ms. Schviwood retorted. "I will tell her. Now- to your next class!"

He stood, trying to seem tired and ill still. "Goodbye, Miss." Once out, he hurried to his locker, which was on the way to his next class. Edmund shoved his books into the locker, grabbing his phone.

He dialed his mum's phone number. One ring, two ring, answer. "Hi mum!" Ed piped.

"Hello Ed," Jadis sounded in the most positive mood she could be. "What is it?"

"I was wondering if I could go to this boy's party, get together thing?" He made a mental note only to mention Peter. "It's tonight and he's really nice..?"

"Sure, just get the time and the address.. Is that all?" Her mood seemed to lower.

"Yes, love you! Bye!" He hung up before she could even say a syllable, one perk he thought he had with his flip phone.

Just in time, Susan strolled by to drop books off. "Can you go?" She asked.

"Yes," Edmund sighed.

"Oh good," she smiled. Her fingers ripped a paper, then scanning for a pencil she wrote her address and time. 19:00...

"Thanks, Su," he smiled, noting how she called him Ed.

That's the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed it! See you, lovely people!