After a long water fight I decided to get out of the water. As I reached the bank I just lay there and watched the stars twinkle while i caught my breath. Rayah had joined me and there was a long time wasted in complete silence. I could get used to this, no cars, no loud noises and most of all always clear sky, hot sea and fresh air.
Where adventures are made and hero's are born. Where villians are slain and friendships live on.
For a moment I looked at her, but not for long as I realized and I looked away. Feeling suddenly shy and not being able to talk very much I stood up and walked back to the hideout, not even checking if she was following me or not. The other Never Kids where almost asleep, so i dried myself and went to a bunk and shut my eyes but couldn't sleep.
Where adventures are made and hero's are born. Where villians are slain and friendships live on.
I was still on the water, looking up at the sky. A shooting star wen't by and I made a wish and walked back to the cabins. I closed the door behind me and lay on my bunk and close my eyes
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Peter Pan Everyone was asleep. Everyone but me. Even Tink had drifted off. This was the way it always had been. I never slept until the others were fast asleep. The origional Lost Boys, they didn't even know if I ever slept. For all they knew, I didn't need sleep.
But I didn't want to sleep. Not now, not after I had beat Hook once again. So I floated an inch off the ground and tapped Storm on her shoulder. She was about to say something loud, so I clapped my hand over her mouth and put my other finger to my lips. "Do you want to see something?" When she nodded, flushing, I blew the Pixie Dust off my hand and led her out of the Hideout, towards the place where the fairies lived.
The fairies were dancing, little dots of light in the black sky. Storm had a huge smile on her face, while I just tried to stay out of sight of them. The fairies didn't exactly like me. "They're beautiful." She whispered, almost to herself.
Open the gates and seize the day! Don't be afraid and don't delay.
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
After Rayah and Alex had ran of I went back to my bunk for some shut eye. I was sleeping when I heard whispers. I crept out of bed to see Peter taking storm outside. I followed. he was showing her the fairies flying. They glowed like little stars. It was amazing. I didn't want to intrude on their privacy so I went back to bed and fell asleep thinking of fairies.
"The one thing I regret about reading is not being able to live the lifes and adventures of the characters. Maybe that's why I want to write; to create a story that somebody else would want to live."- Me
Storm After our extraordinary celebration with cakes covered in frosting and chocolate to keep a fat kid content for ages, I had fallen asleep, slightly from exauhstion and slightly from a food comma. I dreamed of home. Mother cooked in our kitchen and glanced at the photo of us all together on our vacation a couple years ago, eyes downward, puffy and red. My father entered the room and hugged her from behind, whispering things into her ear. I yelled, but of course they could not hear me as dream rules dictate. That's when I woke up. Peter nudged my shoulder. As I was about to ask what he was doing around a sleeping girl, he put his hand around my mouth. I thanked the night, for my cheeks flamed. "Do you want to see something?" Of course I did. I would want to see anything with Peter and I had all of eternity to, if only my parents could forgive me. I only nodded in response though, not trusting my voice. Light gold, Pixie Dust, fell onto my shoulders and my feet floated off of the floor. Peter, holding my hand the entire way, lead me to the place where the fairies lived and I gasped as I watched their exotic, graceful ball. I couldn't help but express my enjoyment, "They're beautiful," I whispered, careful not to disturb them. "If only I could be one...Neverland is so beautiful. Thank you, Peter." His eyes, disturbing and hypnotic, turned onto me. Leaving me entranced, they pulled me deep through something both ancient and innocent. "I'm glad I caught you when I did," he sat in mid-air, "To think that if I hadn't, you would have grown up." He laughed and a dimple surfaced on his cheek.
"You may not be educated well in the areas of etiquette and the like as a princess, but you do throw some bashing good parties!" Not all princesses are pink sparkles. Exhibit A
Peter Pan While the fairies twirled around in their waltz, I had a little laugh with Storm about growing up. She talked so quiet, but Neverland was silent so that I could hear her. "Is growing up really that horribe?"
I nodded, sitting next to her in the ferns that grew on the jungle floor. "When I was still in England, at least I think that's where I was, everything was terrible for me. I think. We were poor, and there was some war going on. Maybe. I don't remember much. But I do remember how my parents were so worried and stressed, and they couldn't wait until the day I became a man. I saw how they were so beaten down by being grown up, so I left. I swore to never grow up and be dragged down by adult worries. And so far, I've kept my vow."
I flashed back to telling Wendy the same story. We had been watching the fairies dance as well. I felt a little tug in my stomach, so to distract myself, I flew upside down in the air, laughing with the joy of being in the air. I glanced at Storm, who was smiling serenly.
Open the gates and seize the day! Don't be afraid and don't delay.
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Storm I listened to Peter's story with my mind already turned to my parents. How are they? Would they be okay with my leaving? Did they know where I was? His story though made me understand why a young man such as himself would run away. It would have been awful as a child!
Suddenly Peter laughed and flew in circles in the air. Whenever I was around Peter, I wasn't so awkward and quiet (well I guess I was quiet). The point is, I felt better and more in touch around him.
Then I wondered how old Peter actually is. He came a long, long time ago so I must seem like a baby to him. Frowning slightly, my eyes took in this extremely handsome, fun-loving fifteen year old boy. I understood then that I never had a chance against Tink, Neverland, Teacher, or even Rayah who was so much prettier and bolder than me.
I sighed, "Peter?" "Yes Storm?" He called from above my head and I laughed as our noses touched. I pulled away, "Peter..." I said slowly, "Have you ever loved anyone, anyone at all?"
"You may not be educated well in the areas of etiquette and the like as a princess, but you do throw some bashing good parties!" Not all princesses are pink sparkles. Exhibit A
Peter Pan I immediatly froze, my grin dissappearing. Wendy had asked me that same exact question, in the same exact place. How come whenever I brought a girl to see the fairies, they always asked me that question which I wasn't sure I could answer? I drifted down until I was sitting again, and I spoke cautiously. I said the same thing that I had said to Wendy. "Love? I'm not sure that I know the meaning of the word. I loved my crew, I think. It has been such a long time."
"So you've never loved anybody? You've never loved a girl?" Why did she always flush around me? Surely Neverland wasn't so hot as to give her a fever.
I took a deep breath and crossed my arms, looking at her warily. "No. I'm not even entirely sure what you mean. Tink and I have been good friends for a long time. Is that what you mean?" I watched her by the light of the fairies who were still dancing away.
Open the gates and seize the day! Don't be afraid and don't delay.
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Storm Ah, of course. How had I forgotten? Peter has never known love. I never should have asked, it already felt as if we were world's apart. "Oh Peter," I sighed, "I wish I hadn't said that. Will you forgive me?" I held out my hand, eyes twinkling withe night's mysterious stars.
"Of course!" Peter suddenly became un-solemn and smile-y. He spat into his hand with a sort of formality and shook my hand gravely. "Well, miss, must I escort you around the island?" He bowed in mock gravity.
"How kind of you dear sir!" I took his hand about to fly off, when Peter whispered in my ear, "Listen, Storm can you hear it?" Music twinkled lightly. Humming, he took my arm and waist and began to dance. As always, my cheeks burned at his touch. "What is wrong with your cheeks? Do you have a fever?" He seemed to search every corner of my face.
"Um...no Peter I don't."
"Then what is it?"
"Nothing..." He relentlessly looked into my eyes.
"You may not be educated well in the areas of etiquette and the like as a princess, but you do throw some bashing good parties!" Not all princesses are pink sparkles. Exhibit A
Peter Pan Why would her cheeks be red if she wasn't running a fever? But whenever I had met a person with a fever, they were never aware of it. That must have been the problem. "Still, you might be sick. Let's go back to the Hideout. And the Mullosks have medicine that you should drink." I led her back to the Hideout, making sure that she went to sleep. The others were asleep, except I didn't see Rayah anywhere. I hadn't told them that they couldn't leave whenever they wanted, so I thought nothing of it and I went to my room, making the tiger pelt curtain cut me off from the others.
I looked around my room, at the swords and spears that hung on the walls. I was tired, so I blew out the candles that were melting all over the table and leaned back in my hammock, dreaming of Storm, a pleasant change from the painful dreams of Wendy as she was being forced off the plank by Hook.
Open the gates and seize the day! Don't be afraid and don't delay.
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
As soon as Peter Pan came, I fled, and now feel like such a coward for it. Peter had such a short memory; he probably wouldn't remember me anyway. He wouldn't know who I was- so why did I leave? Leave for this dirty, disguisting pirateship, the drunken men hollering their same old chourus.
There are kids out there like me.
And I was going to get them.
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Lucie
It was dark; but I couldn't sleep. My heart was still beating quickly, my brain still hyped on sugar. I bounce from my cot, thoughts surronded with a haze of home sickness. I never loved my home when I was there, but now I wonder what my sister thinks about my dissapearence- one day there, one day gone.
I walk around for awhile, catching the suprising sight of lingering couples. Someone taps me on the shoulder, and I turn around, suprised from my own world.
I have loved the words and I have hated them. I only hope I have made them right.
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… the Twilight Zone. — Rod Serling
