No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers’ dirty looks: the “hols” have begun! How do the Narnians react to their first moment of freedom?
Example: “Even Before the Maenads” by Ariel_of_Narnia
Gwendolen had already sprung out of her seat before Miss Prizzle actually rang the bell. So had half of the class, but she pushed her way through them all and snatched her lunch pail as she ran past. She never stopped going forward, not even when she kicked her shoes ahead of her and yanked her itchy stockings off. These she tucked under her arm before ripping off her tight hair bow and tie. On and on she ran till she finally stopped, panting, by the river. Gwendolen set her things down by a rock, pulled her frock over her head, and immersed herself in the waist-deep coolness. Jumping back up, she threw her head back, spread out her arms as though to embrace the summer sun, and laughed.
young Narnian Children got up to play, they were laughing and dancing; Knowing that summer was finally here. He sighed getting up from his desk and walking out the door, Knowing he wouldnt have a nice summer like all the other children he was positive he would be struck by lightning on the way home, or attacked by a boar, or even worse he wouldnt catch any eels for his supper. Just his luck he supposed. he walked down the road, thinking it would bejust another day of mishaps.
As excited as he was about ending the school year, however, he was also sad. School had been a refuge for him, helping him to keep his mind busy. When he wasn’t doing school, he was thinking about Narnia. He missed the grown-up feeling that had filled him when he was crowned king of Narnia. He missed the strength that had flowed through his veins as he took his sword in his hand to battle Narnia’s enemies. Most of all, he missed Aslan. He missed the kindly, powerful look in the majestic lion’s eyes. He missed the aura of strength that surrounded Him. Once- just once -Peter had allowed himself to feel like Aslan was a second father to him. Peter’s father had been killed in the war a few years ago. Peter had never gotten over his grief. But now, Peter was not a child anymore. He could never return to Narnia again.
“In your world, I have another name.” Aslan had said. Peter wondered what He had meant.
Then the bell rang.
Peter rose from his desk and was carried out of the classroom and down the hall by the flow of excited students. When the current of boys and girls deposited him outside the school, he wasn’t sure where to go. Then he glanced up.
Across the street from Peter’s school stood a little church with a tall steeple. Somehow, Peter felt a strange pull towards that church, like a magnet was tugging him, urging him to go. It wasn’t Sunday, so the church was nearly deserted, but Peter hoped that there would be someone there to help him find what he was looking for. Maybe they could tell him how to fill the empty hole in his heart that had materialized there the day his father had died.
Shouldering his book bag, he walked across the street towards the church.