Pan's Lost Girl

Chapter 5

Ann's POV.
My hair is still clinging onto my shoulders, making them extremely wet. I pull off the shirt throwing it on one of the chairs, and grabbing a new one.
I am replaying the conversation in my head over and over again, trying to make more sense of it.
What boy? Why was Peter after him? This made no-
My thoughts were cut off by a strong accent of some sort yelling at someone else.
I look out of the window, and see Peter yelling at Felix. Felix looked as if it didn't faze him though his eyes said differently.
Peter looked up at the treehouse and I quickly pulled myself away from the window. I pulled off the sun-dried pants and put on some type stretchy, clean pants. (Which of course weren't as hard and stiff as the sun-dried pair!)
I hear footsteps and I quickly grab a nearby brush and star brushing my tangled, wet hair.
"I know you heard me. You really shouldn't eavesdrop dearie." I heard him say as he wrapped his hands around my waist, such as my father used to my mother.
"Let me go Pan." I say, in a harsh and irritated voice.
"I don't like it when you call me Pan. If you wanted to know what I yelled at Felix you could have just asked me." I could hear the desperation in his voice, knowing that he wouldn't just tell me, he'd want something in return.
"Let me go Pan." I say a bit louder, but he squeezed me harder. He sure did have a death grip, that was inescapable.
"Just ask dearie. That's all you need to do." He said, knowing that there was no other way out of his grip, I asked.
"What were you talking about? Who is the boy? What do you want with him?" I ask and he smiles, letting me go.
"Someone you once knew, he came here. He then became a lost boy, but then he was not very trusting. So he ran and hid on the island. I want to find him." He said in a simple voice.
"What's your price for telling me?" I ask and he smiled at me widly.
He pecked me on the cheek, then passionately on the lips did he kiss me.
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I rolled over in bed, to notice that Peter was gone. I got up lazily and went for the small closet full of clothes. There was a note on the closet door reading
Be back soon.
Breakfast downstairs.
Remember our deal, your mine.
Love, P.
Well that basically said he wasn't here and wasn't going to be here for the rest of the day, because that's normal at this point.
I pulled on my regular outfit. (Shirt and what I had learned were called leggings. My boots and my curly hair pulled up.)
I headed out of the treehouse, but the usual full camp was empty. Only the twins remained.
"Hey Ann! Want some breakfast? We made it so it's extra good!" Yelled one of the twins.
Knowing that if they cooked it, I would be sick for a week.
"No thanks boys! I'm just gonna go out to the beach." I lied and they nodded and pointed me in the direction of the beach.
I honestly hated the beach, so I took a turn into the jungle.
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I've been walking around mindlessly in the jungles rethinking my life. Such a deep thought.
I hear twigs snapping. Leaves crunching for a time, then I realize that I am not the thing making sounds. I stop dead in my tracks.
I hear a whistle and at that moment I thought that the lost boys were trying to trick me or something. I turn around and see a familiar face.
"Ann?" Then I hear the voice.
"Is it really you? How are you here?" He asked an I stepped closer. There was just enough light left to see his smile turn into frown.
"No. No no no no. Your dressed like him, you've adapted. You've been with him." Like he is one to judge.
"No Ann is smarter than this. She's probably at home. Yelling at father like always. Your just the shadow, playing a trick on me!" I stepped closer. He came out of his hiding place and pushed me up against a rock.
"Baelfire! I'm not-" he pushed a dagger against my throat almost cutting it.
"I know your the shadow. I know it." He said with a shaky voice.
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Revised, edited, and rewritten on 3/25/16