“To Neverland?!” Tilak exclaimed. Peter nodded. You would’ve thought that he told Tilak Christmas had come early. My little brother was literally bouncing off of the walls and screaming thank you in Peter’s direction. I laughed as I watched Peter try to figure out how to deal with my brother.
And then reality set back in.
“Wait, we’re actually going to Neverland?” I asked,
“Yeah,” Peter responded with a huge smile on his face. “Are you excited?”
“But, I didn’t think Neverland actually existed.” I immediately wanted to take it back, seeing as once I said it, Peter looked like someone had killed his best friend. I tried to find the right way to apologize, but no words came. I hung my head.
“I thought you guys believed in me,” Peter said.
“We do,” I responded. “But, I mean, I always believed in you as a fictional character. If someone had told me that you were actually real, this would be going a lot easier right now.”
"Isn't that the whole point of believing though?" Peter asked. "You're supposed to believe that I'm real no matter what people tell you." He had me there. I was so stunned by his answer that I had nothing to say back to him. I simply stared at him like the dork I am. He studied me as if trying to pull a response out of me.
"So, when do we learn how to fly?" Tilak asked, saving me from having to speak. Peter laughed.
"I almost forgot about that! I'll just have to--wait, where's Tink?" Peter searched the air for his fairy friend. I looked too, but couldn't find any hint of fairy in the room. My brothers weren't having much luck either.
"There!" Bryn suddenly cried out. We all turned to see a small golden light shining out from my old doll house. I don't play with it anymore thank you very much, it's simply there for decoration; and because it had sentimental value. It seemed that Tinkerbell liked it more than I did.
"C'mon out Tink," Peter called, slowly advancing towards the doll house. "I've got a job for you." As soon as he got close enough, however, Tink flew out and across the room. He chased after her for a while, sending my brothers into fits of giggles. Yes, giggles.
When he finally caught Tinkerbell, he held her above each of our heads and sprinkled some of her pixie dust onto us. It felt like confetti, but it made me feel weightless as it landed on my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and didn't open them until I heard Bryn cry out.
"I'm flying!" He exclaimed. I looked down and gasped. I was at least four feet off of the ground and I was only going higher. I looked up just in time and pushed myself down from the ceiling. It took us a while (and a little coaching from Peter) to figure out how to use our newly found talent.
"Alright gang," Peter finally announced. "Off to Neverland!" My heart raced in giddy anticipation as he opened our bedroom window. The cold air flew in once again, making me shiver. But I didn't care; I was going to fly off to Neverland, something I'd always dreamed of.
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