Off To NeverLand

Chapter Three: Everything Goes Wrong ~4:00 at my house~

"No, no! How can you have kept this from me? For all these years!" I half screamed
"Honey, we were -"
"No." I yelled, cutting my mom off "You probably weren't going to tell me until after you were dead!"
"Well," she said, nodding as if that were the right response. The doorbell rang, and I walked to the door. Opening it, I saw Jenna, a huge smile on her face. "Hiya! Are you ready to party?!"
"Not now Jenna, I'm kinda just having a bad day." I went to close the door, but Jenna held it open.
"No" she said, the smile had turned into a scowl. "You will not invite me over, only to shut me out! You think you're having a bad day? My parents are getting divorced." She started crying, then shut the door. I felt awful, so I turned to my so called mom and started to yell.
"Great, now my best friend hates me, and it's all because of you!"
My "mom" looked shocked "Me?! How is any of this my fault?!"
"You had to tell me right before my friend came over!"
"Go to your room!" She screamed
I stormed up the stairs, crying with rage and sadness. Who was I really? Who were my real parents? Did I have a different name? What were my birth parents like? I walk into my room, and slammed the door. I ran onto my bed and sobbed into my pillow.
"I hate my life. I want to go far, far away from here! I... I want to go to NeverLand" As is by instinct, I climbed out of the window, and on the roof. And I sat there, watching the moon and stars. "So you want to go to NeverLand. You finally feel like a lost girl?" I looked up to see Pan. I immediately realized, that he was the same Peter Pan from the Once Upon A Time show. I smiled and nodded, and he smiled back.
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Peter had taught me to fly, and I was very skilled at it. Or so he says. He had watched me glide around over the roof, and the whole time, I felt his stare. I liked the feeling, it gave me a sense of someone who cared for me, was watching over me. But it wasn't like the way my "mom" watched over me. It was better.
"You are truly a lost girl" he sighed
"How do you know?" I questioned him, floating around Pan.
He playfully grabbed my ponytail and pulled me close to him. I stared into his enchanting blue eyes, feeling something I hadn't felt before, and I liked it.
"Because only lost girls can fly with pixie dust. Those who are not lost, don't fly"
I stared at him longer, wishing it could last forever. But he let me go, and let me fly around more. I landed and looked up at the stars and breathed in deeply, then sighed.
"Shall we go to NeverLand?" He asked, taking my hand. I smiled and said
"Yes. Lead the way"
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Flying amongst the stars felt amazing, but it felt better with Peter.
We had reached the second star to the right. And we had flown all night. I was glad I wasn't a bird, or I would have collapsed from exhaustion. I could see a beautiful island, and I immediately knew it was NeverLand. We stopped to take a good look at the large island. For some strange reason, I felt completely at home, as if I have been here before.
"Let's go find the Lost Boys" Peter said. We flew into the jungle, and landed swiftly, Peter still holding my hand.
"Uhh, Peter?" I said softly
"Mm hm?"
"You are still holding my hand" I laughed
"Yeah I know, I want you to stay close to me. So you won't get hurt." He said, a little embarrassed. I felt a little weird, wearing a purple long sleeve shirt with shorts and my favourite converse all stars. Mainly because I stood out in the green paradise. I tucked my blonde bangs behind my ear, wondering what could be lurking in the jungle. I suddenly wished I had brought my sabre. Oh well, there's no turing back now. We walked until we approached a huge tree. Peter let my hand go and made me close my eyes, cover my ears, and turn around. After about a minute, Peter grabbed my hand again and we walked through a doorway that had appeared on the tree.
Inside was amazing, it was hollowed out and there were two floors. One for sleeping and another as the main floor. There were no kitchens or TVs, or bathroom. But there was a couch, made of branches and animal skins. There was also a large, hand-made table and many chairs, probably to feed many people.
"Do you like it?" He said, watching me explore the tree.
"I love it!" I said excitedly spinning around.
"Good, because I want you to live with me and the Lost Boys!" A huge smile spread across his face.
I smiled back "Yes! I would love to!"
He picked me up and spun me around, laughing and his smile grew bigger. All of a sudden, several boys ran in through different passage ways, acting like...well, wild animals. They were all dressed in animal skin, everyone in a different skin. But then again, don't all boys act like wild animals?
"Peter! Peter! We hunted a bear! It was huge! Can we eat it?!" They yelled.
Peter stood with his hands on his hips and yelled "LISTEN UP! EVERYONE LINE UP!"
All the boys lined up and stopped their yelling. Peter stood, and walked by the line of boys.
"Now that I have your attention, I want you to meet someone very, very important to me. Boys, this is Taylor"
One of the boys whispered something to another "I haven't seen him this happy since Belle Anne"
"What was that?!" Peter said, standing in front of the boy. Peter stared at him coldly.
"Nothing Peter, sorry Peter" he looked down embarrassed.
"That is what I thought. Any questions?" He said, and went back to walking beside the line of boys. One of them raised their hand. "Where is Taylor going to sleep? There isn't anymore room in the sleeping area."
"Taylor is going to stay in my room, with me" Peter said, looking proud with himself. "Now, go back outside. Dexter, you and Will go scout. Taylor and I will cook the bear."
All the boys ran outside, and two boys came back to haul in a massive bear, freshly killed. I stared at it in awe, wondering how we could possibly cook all of it. Peter started a fire, and asked me to pass the bear. I dragged it over, and Peter taught me how to skin it. After the bear was skinned, we started to cook it, I had to admit. It looked good when it was cooked. We took the origins and guts out, so there was nothing but meat and bones. Peter walked outside with a bag filled with the orgins.
"Where are you going?" I lightly brushed aside my bangs.
He turned around with a smile "I'm hour to give these to the NeverWolves. Why?"
I looked down and figured my necklace with a charm on it. "No reason. After dinner and when it's bed time, can you tell me the legends of the NeverWolves? Wolves are my favourite animal."
"Sure" and he walked out the door.