The Normal Girl to Lost Girl

The Campfire

My head started spinning. Peter Pan? Isn't he a fairytale character!? "And.. You." He spoke once more, his accent made my stomach flutter, "what is your name?" He shifted on his feet, leaning against one of the trees behind him. "Its rude to not answer someone if they ask you something." He spoke coldy, making me feel slightly annoyed. "My name is Amber. Amber Rose..." I replied to the impatient boy. "Ah. What a lovely name." He spoke, cocking an eyebrow up. I sighed and looked away, avoiding his longing stare that made me slightly unconfortable. "Is there something wrong?" He asked in a mocking tone that made me growl. I stayed quiet, lost in thought. "I asked you a question. Now answer it." He growled, his eyes glistening dangerously. I shook my head slowly, "nothings wrong." I lied. Im terrified. Here this strange teenager that seemed to just appear out of no where starts talking to me. When I glanced back up, I saw him staring at me throughly. As if he was contemplating on what to say next.

I played with the zipper on my jacket awkwardly while I waited for one of us to speak. I looked down at my feet nervously. I could no longer sense the feel of his eyes burning into me. I looked up, finding that he had vanished. I started to panic. "H-hey! Where did you go!?" I cried out, terrified. "C-Come back!! Peter!!" I whined and clutched onto my jacket. I heard a silent chuckle behind me, as I turned I saw him standing there with a pleased grin on his face. I glared at him, "i knew something was wrong." I blushed and looked down embarrassed.

I looked back up at him and he was smirking. I swear I was about to slap that smirk right off his face. "now..Girl... Follow." He spoke and turned ahead. "Why should i follow you?.." He stiffened and I could sense him getting annoyed, "because if you dont follow i'll leave you out here so the lions eat you." he remarked sarcastically. "now, lets. Go." he snarled. I slowly followed behind him, looking around at all the trees. Peter brought me to this huge campfire with young boys dancing and playing around it. They were whooping and hollering. I looked up at Peter, he caught my glance and smirked. "These are the lost boys." he spoke while taking out a wooden pipe, he walked out in the front of the fire, around the lost boys and started to play. I tilted my head in confusion, he was playing but i couldnt hear it.