Even Lost Boys Are Found

Chapter 2

Mom had left pancakes for us, but she was gone on a business trip for the week. I gobbled up the pancakes to see Peter reading a book. "Lilith taught me how to read."

"Lilith?"

"Oh, she was our 6th mother. Sweet one she was. Sarah is our 8th mom, she's okay." I looked at Peter and held up a bag.

"Ready to go." He smiled. It was rich and deep and lovely. He cared about me and that felt nice. In the books, he was said to be 12, but now he looked 15. He was older. He had never spent a full day in the real world.

"Here", he took out a blue velvet pouch with the words Tink's Dust and sprinkled it over my head and poured some on himself. We started to float up "Nitya, you're flying." He put out his hand and I grabbed it. It was chapped and covered in scars that were being picked at, and yet, it was warm and friendly. It was a hand worth holding. We flew off to Neverland.

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Neverland was beautiful. It had flowers and magic surrounding it all. We landed near the tree. It was a huge tree with roots that each lost boy owned. We slid down the roots. There were hammocks hanging inside of each hollowed root. All of the lost boys crowded us. Sounds of, "Who is she, Peter?" "Is she our new-new mother?" and "Peter, is she a pirate?" Over all of the tiny voices was a girl's.

"Boys, remember our inside voices. Oh, Peter! Am I being replaced? I have only been her for five years!" She was annoying. She had bright, red, curly hair with freckles scattered all over her face like stars. That was Sarah.

"No, she is our new lost boy. Her name is Nitya."

There were some tiny voices in the crowd. Then, Sarah spoke up, "But Peter, she is a girl, we are called the lost boys not the lost everyone" Sarah crossed her arms. It was hard to get mad at her. Sarah's hippie-like style and soft voice all of the time made her almost prone to anger.

"She was made to do this." Sarah took her hands off of the little boy's heads, sighed, and walked over to her hammock. Peter looked over at me and whispered, "Don't worry about Sarah. She just hasn't met and English girl in so long."

A little boy dressed as a skunk walked up to me and hugged my legs. "I'll -er- ask the Indians make you a hammock tomorrow. You can sleep on my hammock."

All of a sudden Tink bobbed up and down over to Peter. She looked angry, and it was funny to watch Peter fight with her. Tink was jealous of other girls near her Peter. Another fairy came out and pulled Tink back into a little dent in the wall. It was funny really. Peter showed me to his room, the one I'd be sleeping in. It was a nice room. A tiny little section of a tree that had a hammock and pictures of each lost boy and maps and books. "Thank you, Peter."

Peter smiled and combed his hand through his wild hair, "Anything for the lady. Night."

"Night Peter, Night boys, Night Sarah." Everyone answered in at the same time except for Sarah who obviously had a crush on Peter. I fell softly to sleep, hoping for lovely dreams that everyone was in.