Our Own Piece Of Neverland

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~ Sierra

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Three weeks. It had only been three weeks. I stared at my calandar in horror. It had only felt like a few days. Sighing, I flopped

back onto my bed and examined my room, which was still full of moving boxes. Each box marked with the words 'Molly's things'.

As I jumped off my bed and unpacked a few of my belongings I found an old photograph. I remembered it like it was yesterday.

Four of my best friends and I had had a sleep over my last night in Seattle. We cried and hugged each other all night. A tear absent

mindedly escaped my eye as I set the photo down. I wiped it away quickly as my mother entered my room.

"Molly Nicole Caldwell! You still haven't finished unpacking?" She nagged.

I groaned displeased, "Not yet..."

She rolled her eyes, "It's been three weeks. Stop your moping and unpack. You have your first day of school tomorrow!" And with that she shut my door and was gone.

I quickly unpacked my clothes and set out a blue long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans for my big day. As I unraveled the past with

my items, I didn't dare let any more tears fall. My brother, Adam, had the room just down the hall from mine. I heard his tiny foot

steps come charging toward my room and enter it with a thud.

"Molly!" He cheered happily, clapping his smile hands.

"What do you want?" I sighed.

He responded by sitting on my bed and swinging his legs. His brown hair layed messily on his head and his eyes looked droopy and

tired. I climbed on my bed and pulled into a tight embrace.

"Will you tell me a story?" He asked pleading.

I bite my lip, "I don't know any."

He frowned at me, but fell asleep in seconds. I carried his five year old self and gently placed him on his bed. I quickly kissed his

forehead and reentered my room.

I melted my tired body into the sheets, but did not fall asleep. I couldn't help but think of how upset Adam was when I couldn't tell

him a bed time story. I vowed then and there that one day I would be able to make him have that toothy grin I adored so much

come from one of my stories. As I laid awake, lost in thought, I remember I had school tomorrow. Regretfully, I set my alarm and

fell into a dreamless sleep awaiting whatever fate had in store for me.

I awoke to the annoying sound of my alarm blaring in my ear. I turned it off with a groan. As I opened my eyes sleepily I saw a note

attached to my bed side table. It read:

'Happy first day! Took Adam to school then went to work! Bus arrives at 7:45! Love, mom'

I crumpled the note and threw it on the floor. As I lazily got dressed I couldn't help but feel my stomach flutter with a million

butterflies. I knew right away it was nerves. I looked quickly in the mirror. My light brown hair, like usual, tied back in a blue

ribbon. I wasn't gorgeous in any means, but I felt pretty. I pulled away from the mirror and grabbed my backpack as I walked

downstairs. I made myself a quick breakfast before locking up and going to the bus stop. Once again I was lost in thought and

hardly noticed the bright yellow bus pull up to my stop.

"For the last time get in!" The elderly bus driver, who had been telling me to get in for the past minute, hollered annoyed.

I blushed and apologized before stepping on the cold steps of the bus that felt like glass beneath my feet.

The bus was a jungle. Kids were shouting, running around and hanging upside down on their chairs. With all the commotion I

awkwardly sat in an empty seat near the front. As I looked around I realized the ages of all the students were quite far apart. Kids

that looked as young as seven and as old as 19 were riding. I was about to drift back into the world of my thoughts when someone

jumped on the empty seat next to me.

I looked up to see a boy about my age, 14, standing on the spot. His brown hair layed naturally spiked on the top of his head. His grin was bright and childlike. I immediately thought he was quite handsome.

"Back yee scalawags!" He commanded in a pirate's voice. He was holding up a ruler, pretending it was a sword, and trying to fight off a group of four young boys who looked about eight.

"Never!" They laughed and tried to fight him with their rulers.

"Oh! I've been hit!" He held his stomach and flopped on the seat in a fake pain.

The little boys laughed and cheered before returning to their seats and discussing the event.

"Why hello there my lady!" The boy next to me smiled, turning to face me.

"Hi," I blushed and bit my lip nervously.

"I'm Peter! What's your name?" He asked politely looking deeply into my bright blue eyes.

"I'm Molly." I replied beginning to feel more comfortable in his brown eyed gaze.

"I like that name! Well, Molly! Are you new here?" He asked resting his head on his palms, intrigued.

I nodded in response and the bus screeched to a halt.

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