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Notes For A Lost Girl - Peter Pan Drabble

A/N: So, if you haven't been chatting with me about my musical interests lately, I've really been relating to Ruth B. and her stuff in this season of my life. I really relate to this song because I kinda wish a Peter Pan would just come and take me away from my problems for a little while and I know Ruth sings about that too. Life can just be lonely and hard and sometimes you wish you could escape it all.

On a slightly different note (haha), there's a double meaning to the title of this drabble. See if you can catch it. Gold star for you if you can.  Anyways, hope you enjoy! I don't own Peter's Note or Lost Boy by Ruth B. Those are all hers.

I plop down in my window seat with a thick volume laying in my lap. I run my finger tips gently over the closed cover as I gaze up at the night sky. The humid summer breeze blows through my bedroom as I let my pale baby blue flowy blouse drape over the side of the maroon seat cushion. The fabric of the cushion feels soft on my legs and toes as I stretch out, trying to unwind after a long day of school.

A long day of being alone while doing school.

The world just feels like it's too big and too much. I know I'm not supposed to handle it all on my own but sometimes it feels like you have to. My long hair twirls slightly as the breeze tickles it, making me smile just the tiniest bit. I open the book and it drops on my lap to a page about the Newsboy Strike of 1899.

1899...that's close to a time when the story of Peter Pan would have happened. Unlike Peter Pan, this fascinating Newsboys Strike is much more than just a story. I start reading about the Newsboys Strike for my research paper for my American History class. I absolutely adore that class and the professor who teaches it. My toes wiggle in excitement as I read it and I pull my phone out of one of the front pockets of my shorts to alleviate the discomfort there. I snuggle back into my spot and keep reading.

Eventually, I fall asleep next to the window, my head resting on my shoulder as the cool breeze lulls me to sleep. I wake up to it still being dark outside but there's a small piece of paper resting in between the pages of the book I have open in front of me. I look around to see if one of my family members had snuck in and stuck it in there for some reason. I don't see anyone. I look out the window to see if someone is outside and I don't see anyone out there either. With a shrug, I flip it over and see writing that I thought was my tired eyes seeing something that wasn't really there.

I am Peter Pan.

Haha. Very funny. Someone knows that I like Peter Pan.

I'll never be a man.

This is true of the character but not true of real life. Someone had be to "man" or "woman" enough to write this.

If you never wanna grow up, take my hand. I'll take you to Neverland.

This has got to be a joke. Someone's taking my love of Peter Pan and putting a huge twist on it.

And yet somewhere deep down inside of me, I hope against hope that it somehow could be real, despite the fact that my brain says it isn't possible.

I decide to hide the piece of paper in a safer part of the book where it won't blow away with the breeze so I can ask someone about it later. Or maybe just so I can hold on to it.

"You're really just going to put that away? With all of those hopes and dreams you're hiding?" a voice of a young boy asks. I gasp and jump up from my spot at the sight of a boy standing in my window sill. "I thought you believed in me."

I drop my book on the floor in shock. This is a really cruel joke whoever is pulling this.

He looks exactly like I thought he might and he looks to be about my age. He steps down off the window sill and slowly comes closer to me, taking me in as he does.