First fanfic! I'm kind of nervous for some reason. I don't know. Anyway, enjoy!

Warning: Self-insert story.

Edit: I edited the small mistakes here for this chapter before I leave this site for a while. I apologize for the grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or anything related to it. They belong to C.S. Lewis. I only own myself (Faith), and psychpineapplelover owns Robyn. So that's that.

A beautiful afternoon at the park was an average day of writing stories, rewriting, editing, and brainstorming for Robyn and I. (By the way, Robyn is a girl.) Because very few people were in the park that day, everything was calm and peaceful; very little wind blew, the trees' leaves rustled, the sky was starting to turn into a light orange color, the sun still shined brightly though it was setting, and the air was turning cool as the star (I'm talking about the sun if you didn't know) went down. Being inspired by a certain website and a certain account user, Robyn and I had started writing our own stories of Narnia and Psych. (I'm the Narnia fan and my friend is the Psych fan.)

I was your average teenager. A short five-foot one person. Pretty short for my age, I guess. I got offended at times depending on the situation. Even though I was quick to forgive and reconcile, I had the weakness of losing my temper. I loved pizza and soda for any occasion, and I was sort of a tomboy.

Robyn and I were similar in a way. Only she was a five foot teenager. We were the same age. Had common interests such as writing stories (of course), being random occasionally and playing pranks on people was our favorite thing. (Who knows? Maybe you'll even see a prank later.)

"That's it," I sighed, dropping my pen on the table my friend and I sat, "I'm done for the day. Let's go home."

"Aw, come on," Robyn complained. "Just a few more pages. I'm almost done with my story."

"Rob, we've been here at the park for almost five hours. I've written three chapters already and my hand hurts. Besides, it's four 'o clock. Our parents are probably starting to worry about us." I shivered from sudden chills. "Boy, I feel weird."

Robyn slyly tilted her head to the right with a teasing smile."When you say you feel weird, do you mean you feel sick as in throwing up, or does it mean you feel weird as in you're getting the chills because your crush is three tables away?"

"Shh. I don't know, Robyn," I whispered furiously, slapping my friend's hand.

"Hey! You didn't have to slap me."

"Well, sorry," I mumbled, "but he'll hear you. And I don't even know him."

"You don't know him?"

I shook my head.

"That's the new guy in school, remember?"she continued, glancing at him. "He's the one who had the highest grades and the principal's roll. He's just a year older than us, and his family moved here about a few months ago. I kinda feel sorry for him 'cause nobody talks to him."

I looked at the new guy who was working on something and felt sympathy. "Poor guy," I sighed, "And I didn't even notice him at school. I feel bad."

"Yeah," Robyn agreed with me. "The only thing you noticed about him is that he is hot."

"Excuse me," I said offended, turning to my friend, "That wasn't the only thing I noticed."

"Oh yeah," replied Robyn as if she were challenging me, looking me in the eye, "What else did you notice?"

"Um…"

"Yeah, that was theonlything you noticed," she said smugly as she rolled her eyes.

I thought I saw the guy trying to suppress a smile. "Hey!" I retorted to my friend. "That's not nice!"

"I'm only kidding," she teased, "I'm only kidding."

"Sure you were," I muttered under my breath.

We didn't say anything for a minute with awkward silence. "Why don't you go talk to him?" Robyn prodded playfully.

"What?"

"Go. Talk. To. Him."

"Why should I?"

"He looks depressed and lonely. I think he needs somebody to talk to. Besides you look good with him."

Well, he doesn't look depressed and lonely to me. He looks like he's enjoying every word of our conversation every minute. "No way, Jose! What am I supposed to say? 'Hi, new guy, I'm Faith. What's your name? I think you're so cute. Did you know that we go to the same school? Can I be your girlfriend?' Nuh-uh! Why don't you go talk to him, Cupid?"

Now I thought I heard him trying to suppress a laugh. Now I think I know why I feel weird, I dreaded.

"No thanks," answered Robyn with a chuckle and then said in a low voice, "Anyway, he's not my type of guy."

"So, can we go home now?" I complained, dropping the subject, "I'm getting hungry."

"You're always hungry, girl. Can we do just a few more a pages, please?" the other begged.

"One page."

"Ten."

"Three."

"Eight."

"Five."

"Done."

"Just make this quick, okay?"

As I reluctantly started to write again and Robyn eagerly delved into her story, I thought I heard the new guy snicker. Aw, man.

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Thirty minutes later, I've had enough of writing. (You've got to admit that you get tired of writing once in a while.) I only had written one page because my brain was fried of ideas, but Robyn had written seven pages since she was so excited about her new found hobby of writing. Good grief. Let's go home. I moaned silently. I started stuffing some of my things into my side bag, eager to get home and to eat food.

But before I was about to protest to Robyn, I noticed something else. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two suspicious-looking teenage guys a few tables away stealing glances at us and the same time trying to act as if they were having a normal conversation. Awkward. When I saw that nobody else was at the park, I tensed up, uncertain of what to do in a situation like this. This is not good. Not wanting to show that I noticed them, I instantly stared down into my story in progress, hoping they didn't have guns and trying to think of a way to avoid the creepy guys. But Robyn didn't seem to notice them and turned to me.

"Hey, Faith," said Robyn.

"Yeah, Robyn," I answered, still staring at the paper.

"Let's talk to the guys about it," suggested Robyn.

"Huh?"

"Let's talk to the guys about him," she answered more slowly.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure," I replied carelessly, "Let's just go home now," I slapped my notebook closed and then stuffed it into my side bag.

"Already?" my friend dismayed.

I eyed the guys also getting up and slowly starting to come our way. Oh no. "Yeah, come on. Besides, you're deal just expired and you owe me thirty minutes of my life, sister," I said quickly, tugging her arm.

"Alright. If you insist," she sighed getting up and packing her belongings into her mini backpack.

"Hurry up! Will you?" I hissed, panicking every second as the guys got closer and closer.

"Okay. Okay. Chill. Why are you so suddenly insistent on getting home?" asked Robyn annoyed by apparent rudeness.

"I'll tell you later. Let's just go now," I murmured to her, pulling her quickly away from the guys after she had finished packing.

I glanced behind me to see if they were still behind us, but strangely, they weren't. Like they had disappeared into thin air. I assumed that they were only my imagination and I was probably suffering dehydration; but I was wrong. When I turned back, to my horror and dismay, the creepy dudes were facing us. Well, they're quick. Robyn finally saw the reason why we had left suddenly and became tense. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Don't scream. Don't scream. Don't scream.

"Hi!" greeted Robyn trying to smile but at the same time holding a scream. (I can tell when she wants to scream.) Smooth move, Robyn.

The dudes just stared at us.

You guys are so creepy."Um..." I started nervously, clearing my throat, "is there something we can help you with?" I asked politely as I could while my hands sweated like crazy.

"Uh, yeah, uh…" responded the first guy uneasily looking around, "do you guys have any money?"

"Ex-excuse me?" I stammered, trying to sound confused and calm still hanging on to Robyn's arm.

"Do you have any money?" insisted the same guy, getting a little angry. Lord, get us out of here. (Don't forget that I'm a Christian.)

Robyn tried to help me out. "What do you need the money for?" Her voice however wavered as she spoke.

"It's for… um…something –"

"It's none of your business," the other hissed, "Now do you have any money?" He was ready to do whatever it took to get our money.

Please get us out of here. "Sorry, no," I apologized quickly with a nervous smile, "We don't really carry money with us very often."

Letting go of Robyn's arm, Robyn and I immediately and briskly started to walk the opposite direction. But the second guy yanked my free arm and whispered furiously in my ear.

"If you don't give any money, my friends and I will have to make this business very unpleasant," he threatened, "Got it?" Friends? There's only two of you.

My heart was beating fast and sweat was slowly starting to pour. "Alright. Alright. I'll give you money," I surrendered looking my captor in the eye, "Just let go of me." Whew, he stinks real badly. And his breath! Ugh!

Thankfully, the guy released his grip on me and started surveying the park to make sure no one was looking. But the other dude who was holding onto Robyn's free arm didn't release his grip. Poor Robyn had fear in her eyes. I guess they were expecting us to give the money right away, but I had other plans. When my captor wasn't looking, I suddenly kicked his groins and kneed his stomach causing him to drop to the ground and to…um, well you know. Right? Seeing what I did, Robyn instantly elbowed her captor's stomach causing him to release his grip, and then she punched his chin upward, making him fall back. I smiled widely at her. Way to go, Robyn! When we saw our chance, Robyn and I started running for our lives. Let us get out of here. Let us get out of here please.

As we ran, I kept glancing back to make sure they were there still. I thought we were going to make it safely. I was wrong again.

"WATCH OUT, FAITH!" yelled my friend, suddenly coming to a halt. But I still ran on.

When I turned around to see what was wrong, I stopped dead in my tracks and my heart sank. Two more guys were already in front of us with batons in their hands. It can't get any worse than this…or can it? As soon as we had stopped, the guys slowly started coming towards us beating their hands with their weapons. But the moment we started backing away, they ran to us and grabbed our arms from behind us. Robyn screamed for help, but her captor immediately covered her mouth. I tried to kick my captor in the groins again, but he was tripping me up. I glanced at Robyn who was struggling as much as I was.

"Let me go you stinky sicko!" I yelled as I struggled to pull my arms free. My captor only laughed evilly like one of those evil laughs. Okay. That was weird. But when he gripped my arms tighter and pulled them back more, I grunted from the strain. To make matters worse, I felt like puking from the smell of this crazy guy. He smelt worse than garbage. Ugh, this guy stinks really really bad! He need a bath really bad! As Robyn and I struggled, our bags were ripped away from us.

"Hold them still!" The guys who we had earlier escaped were now running towards us to assist their buddies. Great! Just great! Really Great! I felt as if there wasn't any hope left for Robyn and I.

"Give me the baton," my former captor demanded. Forcefully, my captor kicked the back of my knees, causing me to buckle to the ground on my knees. I panicked even more.

As I kneeled helplessly while staring at the ground, I grew more and more terrified of what they would do to us. What are they gonna do to us? Beat us to a pulp? Something suddenly struck my head, and as I fell into darkness I thought I heard Robyn scream my name.

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"Oh, my head," I groaned as I slowly regained consciousness with a throbbing headache.

When I blinked my eyes, I realized it was nighttime already. How long have I been out?

When I sat up and my eyes were fully open, I noticed that the park's trees had strangely grown tall and humungous, but there were no sidewalks, no tables, no playground, or anything you would normally see in a park. There were weird birds making unusual cries in the sky and the gigantic trees were eerily creaking. I heard a running river somewhere in the distance and the smell of pine cones was pretty pungent. And the air was so different than it was before; it felt unusually more open. The whole place seemed desolate. Well, that's weird. How did that happen? Did a hundred years pass or what?

Then I suddenly remembered what had happened. I instantly surveyed the landscape looking for my friend hoping she was okay. But she wasn't anywhere to be seen. The thugs also weren't anywhere to be seen. Where are you, Robyn? Did they kidnap you?

"Robyn?" I called out. "Robyn?" But there was no answer.

Oh, what did they take? I eyed my side bag which also looked a little different than before and grabbed it. But when I looked inside, even weirder, the only things I had in there were a toothbrush, a comb, and some type of cloak. My "other" bag I remembered had a notebook, three pens, my cell phone, my iPod, my wallet, and other personal things.

Well, that was nice of them to give me a few gifts, I thought sarcastically.

Then I realized another thing they had taken. They took the boy shorts and the Aeropostle shirt I wore, and I was wearing a long brown dress with flow sleeves and a belt with a steel dagger. They even took my size 7 tennis shoes and gave me shoes somewhat like moccasins. Even better, they gave me a really nice dress and comfy moccasins. That was really, really wonderful of them.

"Hello?" I shouted. Silence. "Robyn? Somebody?" Silence again. "Anybody?"

This was getting too creepy, and fear was starting to creep inside of me. "Okay, Faith," I tried to assure myself, "Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. Relax." But I couldn't help it.

The next minute, you hear a teenage girl scream to the top of her lungs throughout the forest. At least that'll attract somebody's attention or anything.

After screaming hysterically, I burst into tears. "Lord," I started praying, "I'm scared. I don't know what just happened. Robyn's missing. The guys took my stuff but strangely gave me some back. Where's Robyn? Am I in the park still? I'm confused."

I couldn't continue unable to think of anything else to say. I didn't even know where to go since I couldn't see beyond the dense forest. I tried looking again to see if there was anything but there was nothing. Suddenly, a twig snapped somewhere. I stopped sobbing.

"Who's there?" I stiffened. There was a rustle. I whirled around but I saw nothing. There was another rustle. I turned around but again there was nothing.

"I know you're out there," I called. No answer. "You know you can't hide for long." I started fingering the dagger I had.

I sat completely still and silent waiting for somebody or something to appear, but nothing. I sighed, giving up hope. It was only your imagination, Faith.

My eyes drooped to the ground, and my head limped as I slowly began to doze off into a sleep. Suddenly, I was awakened by another rustle. My head shot up as I expected to see a ferocious creature jump at me, but still nothing. Instead, I felt something dashed against my head from behind me.

Not again. I groaned inwardly as I fell unconscious.

The one who inspired me to write this story is PippinBaggins. If you haven't read her Dr. Pepper story, check it out! You'll always be smiling with her self-insert. The best one I've ever seen so far. And she's planning to do a sequel after VoDT comes out!

Anywho, PLEASE R&R! I'm hungry for them. Thanks! :D