(Will post next chapter A.S.A.P!)

(Peter's P.O.V)

If someone asked me who my favourite sibling was, I'd say I loved all three of my siblings the same. But if someone asked me which sibling I was closest too, I'd definitely say Susan.

Susan and I, being the two eldest, we've always been looked at as the 'carers'. Mum and Dad trust us to care for Edmund and Lucy. We look after them, because they're our little brother and sister. Since Susan acts so mature, people often mistake her as the eldest sibling. The way she naturally takes charge and sets everything in order, who wouldn't think she was the eldest child? She even bosses me around, even though I'm older than her. Mum keeps telling Su and I, "Now, look after your little brother and sister, okay?" When she says "little brother and sister", she's referring to Edmund and Lucy. But see, that's the thing. I have more than one little sister. Yes, she's only slightly younger than me, and yes, she is the natural leader out of the four of us… but Susan is still my little sister.

Susan is… misunderstood by a lot of people. She doesn't get emotional very easily. It's like she has these solid steel barriers built around her, which no one can knock down. She's always been the comforter, never the crier. So people think she's insensitive, not getting upset when sad things happen. Not letting anyone into her life. But I think the truth is… she doesn't let anyone into her life because she's afraid of getting hurt.

She doesn't have any close friends. I mean, she does have friends, people she talks to in school, but… she doesn't have any close friends. Special friends. Best friends. No friends who know all her secrets. No friends who know which boy she likes. No friends who understand her.

Sometimes I think even Edmund and Lucy don't understand her. The four of us are as close as siblings can get, but I can't help noticing Lucy's confused expressions or Edmund's angry reactions when Susan says something they don't want to hear. Yes, I'll be honest – Susan does have the occasional strop. What teenager doesn't? Mum just shrugs it off… "Oh, you know what teenage girls are like. Typical, they're all the same. She'll calm down in a minute." Typical? Typical. How can that word describe Susan?Sometimes I wonder if anyone really listens to her when she speaks. Of course, they all hear her, but… do they actually listen?

I can remember back to when we were little. We used to do everything together. "Peter and Su, the Dynamic Duo". That's what people used to say. I remember we always came first in the three-legged race, every single sports day. I remember all the flour fights we had once Mum had put the cookies in the oven. I remember we used to pretend the back garden was a jungle and go exploring when Mum was busy looking after Edmund and Lucy.

Sometimes I think that… I'm the only one who will ever, truly understand Susan. When we went to Professor Kirke's mansion, he, Mrs Macready and everyone else treated Susan like our surrogate mum. Twelve years old and being treated like our mum. Well, one thing's for sure, people aren't going to think of her like that any more. She's our sister. She's my sister. She's my little sister.