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I chew gum when I’m nervous. And when I’m hungry. And when I’m bored. Sometimes when practice magic. I chew gum when right when I wake up in the morning. I chew it when I go to sleep to keep my mind off of the fact that could die in my sleep without getting to say goodbye ( which only increases my chances of choking and dying ) but nevertheless, I chew it when I sleep. But most importantly, I chew gum when I’m nervous.
This is exactly why I’m chewing gum at this very moment. Peter and I were going to Neverland.
We were in the air at this very moment. Flying is like being on the biggest rollercoaster at a theme park. It’s absolutely terrifying. Every cell in your body expands but yet is pushed tightly together at the same time. Your hair is cold and goes everywhere like someone rubbed a balloon on it. It’s like being high on drugs. Like being in a chair that’s floating in the air spinning in all sorts of directions. It’s completely and utterly horrifying but I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Because it’s like when you get off the ride, you can’t help but laugh at the fact that you were screaming the entire time, thinking you were gonna die.
But you’re not dead. And for that, you’re extremely happy, and you can’t contain the joy, so you laugh.
Right now I was wandering around the island. Peter said I could explore for a bit, I just had to be back before sundown. Not that what he said mattered. Because, even on Neverland, I do what I want. As long as Peter says it’s okay… heh.
I came to the edge of the woods where there was a beach and an ocean. So far, I had come to about a million of these stupid dead ends. Except this time. There was something on the other side of the water. A skull-shaped rock. There was a boat tied to a tree nearby so obviously, other people have been there.
I got untied the boat, and pushed it into the water and hopped in. I rowed all the way to the huge landmark and pulled the boat on shore with me.
I took out a piece of gum and began to chew it, prepping for whatever awaited inside that rock.
When I walked in I noticed two things: a ‘what’ and a ‘who’.
The ‘what’ was a large hourglass that seemed to be frozen for some reason. The ‘who’ was a child. A young boy was sitting on a small-ish boulder/large rock crying.
“Are you okay?” that was a stupid question, he obviously wasn’t okay.
“You’re –you’re Nike, aren’t you?” he stuttered, his British accent sounding oddly familiar.
I nodded slowly.
“I was supposed to find you,” He sniffed, wiping his tears.
“Why is that?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m Malcolm. And I was sent here to help you,” he explains.
“Break your curse.”
“Why does everyone think I’m cursed?” I groaned.
“Because you are. Peter cursed you, so he could stay young forever,” he says, not going into details.
I knew Peter was most likely demented (obviously, or else everyone I Storybrooke wouldn’t want him dead for a reason) but I didn’t expect it to be confirmed to me by a 7 year old.
“Wow, how nice of him,” I stated bitterly.
“Does Peter know you’re here?” I frowned.
“How else would I have gotten stranded on this rock,” he says.
“Well how are you supposed to help me, if Peter’s trying to get rid of you?”
“When you found me, a spell was cast so that only you can see me,” He explained.
“Cool,” I nod and start walking towards the boat but turned around, “You comin’ or what?’
He smiled and followed after me.
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worst chapter in the history of ever
i have a bit of writer's block ok
and it's like 3 am sorry it's so short
peace
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