Waking up to the sound of her alarm, Angelina opened her eyes as if shocked. Her surroundings were familiar to her. Rubbing her eyes as if she just woke up from a bad dream, Angelina looked around the room. She was back home in London in the apartment her mother bought.

"Wake up Angelina, time to go to school." Her mother walked in, giving her a cup of her famous lemon extract that she always gave her in the morning. Her mother believed that lemons have very healthy elements to them, and they give energy in the morning. She hated the strange liquid, it was bitter and useless to her. Although, she would have to admit that drinking it made her mother feel better.

"Why do I have to drink this all the time?" she sipped the familiar drink and the taste of sour lemons filled her mouth.

Her mother sighed as always, "it helps." Her only explanation. The drink came with many promises of health, a concoction her mother was willing to try in order to save her child from the artificial world. Waking up to such a typical day made her forget of the strange nightmare she had.

Angelina shook her head, remembering her dream from the night before which felt so real to her. The land she couldn't remember the name of anymore, the strange Lion who gave her a light, and the boy who's eyes were deep brown. Him she could never forget.

Getting up from her bed and doing her daily routine, she packed her backpack and made her way to the school she hated going to. Same faces that she was never friends with. Some people waved to her, remembering her from art class or PE. Others just stared, still treating her as the new girl. As much as Angelina hated the school, she knew that she couldn't be open about it or the teachers would keep an extra eye on her. The last thing she wanted was some teacher stalking her. Her thoughts were scattered around her brain and she didn't notice as she walked into an old gentleman who's papers went flying everywhere.

"I am terribly sorry," she started picking them up without even looking at the man.

The old man knelt down and started doing the same thing she was, putting the papers into the files they belonged in, "it's quite alright."

His British accent didn't sound any different from the other teachers this school had, however his age made him stand out. Usually they didn't higher old teachers, something about the new generation getting a chance. The man gathered the rest of the papers up and Angelina handed him the one in her hands.

"Here you go sir." She tried to get on his good side after almost knocking him off his feet.

The man furrowed his eyebrows, "thanks." He took the paper out of her hands and stuffed it into the file with the rest of them. His brown eyes glistened in the sunlight and Angelina felt some kind of familiarity in them, although she would have to confess he looked like any other strange British gentleman.

"Well, are you going to stare at me all day or go to class?" The old man growled and Angelina moved out of his way. Of course, she understood why he was rude to her, he had every reason to be. But how could he? She tried her best to help him.

Ignoring any kind of hurt, she continued down her path to her classes. The kids were loud as always, talking about something major that happened this week like Jeremy confessing to Penny that he liked her and her laughing at him. Honestly, sometimes Angelina didn't understand how the kids at school could be this cruel. Then, she wondered about the vastness of the very world she lived in. It was impossible to understand, like the very stars in the galaxy and their formation. Although she wished to personify each of them and ask them personally about their existence.

The first class was boring as always and Angelina wished she was somewhere else, perhaps in a magical land trying to fight evil. Her mind instantly went back to her dream and how she was fighting someone although she couldn't remember who it was. All she could remember that it was a woman, a woman whose face she couldn't quite remember. When the bell rang, letting the students go free, her teacher, whom she didn't pay attention to, grabbed her by the arm.

"Wake up!" He said, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised in worry. Only then did she notice that her teacher was not her teacher at all, at least not the teacher she remembered having.

Angelina looked around, all the students in the classroom were gone, "who are you?"

The old man rolled his eyes, "I am trying to help you, wake up!"

She twisted her arm out of the old man's grasp and ran for it. This was a strange occurrence, who was that strange old man in her classroom? How could they let a stranger teach the class, and why did he want her to wake up?

Running as fast as she could, she didn't realize that she ran into another teacher, who looked down at her when she fell to the ground. The woman's arms were crossed in front of her chest as she looked at Angelina disappointingly."There is no running in the hallway! Go to the principals office, right now!" The teachers shouted, her mouth throwing a gush of garlic breath Angelina's way, evidently the lunch she just had. 

Obediently the girl picked up her bags and made her way to the principals office. The halls felt the same as they always did; a prison. Every color was melancholy and sad, she wondered why someone would paint a school in such colors. England was different from America in many ways, but one thing they both had in common were the sad halls of a local high schools. The places where students were supposed to learn, and did anything but that.

Walking into the principals office Angelina knew exactly what to expect for she had been there before because of the same teacher. She could say that her and Mrs. Parks had a long history of tiny battles. The girl was constantly fighting the teacher's cold oppression. But her greatest concern was the old man that came out of nowhere.

Principal Bates was a tall man with a good complexion. Some would say he was too young to be a principal of a high school, however he carried out his duties the way any principal would. The man had a simple view on life and didn't take it hard on his students. In fact, he himself did not like school, so when students would get in trouble he would listen to their side of the story and give them a minor punishment. Which was exactly why Angelina was not afraid of him.

"Ah, miss Angelina, back already?" He smiled as he sat in his leather chair.

She shook her head, "it wasn't my fault, all I did was run in the hallway."

"What kind of a punishment are we going to give out today then?" The principal looked through his folder.

Finally landing on something he thought was suitable for her behavior, he exclaimed, "there! Our history professor is cleaning out his room today, he has a lot of stuff, will you go and help him. Whatever he tells you to do, you do." The man pointed to the door and indicated for her to go.

Angelina had never met the history professor before, for a second she was excited since history was her second favorite subject. However, after walking into the history room and looking at the man who took off his glasses and looked at the pile of papers which were on his desk, Angelina feared the outcome of her introducing herself for the professor was the old man she bumped into in the morning. This day seemed to be filled with grumpy old men who confused her.

Swallowing her fears, she walked into the room and knocked on the door frame. The old man instantly shot his head towards her, his brown eyes meeting hers. "I don't have time for any other questions from the school newspaper. I am busy." He looked away without even bothering to wait for her to introduce herself.

"Hello sir, I am Angelina, I-"

"Like I said, I do not have time." The old man cut her off without even looking up at her.

She breathed out in annoyance that he wouldn't listen to one word she was saying. Without warning him, she walked up to his desk and put her hands down in front of him preventing him from reading his paper any further.

"My name is Angelina and I was sent here to help you clean out your room." She look straight at the old man who seemed to not be a friendly soul.

The old man looked her up and down and slowly stood up from his chair. He turned out to be taller than her for his age, "I am the professor of History, Edmund Pevensie, and like I said before, I am not interested in your help."

His name sent a familiar feeling through her head, however she quickly shook it off. Angelina did not care what he wanted, she was taking her punishment. Picking up a box from the table she carried it to the door. "Whether you like it or not, I am here to help you. Now you can sit and complain that I'm the girl who sent your papers flying into the wind earlier, or give me a second chance and let me help."

The features of the professor seemed to soften and he took off his glasses, "very well, I see you are persistent person." He stood up, putting down his book and looked over the many piles of paper he had to trust her with.