Waiting for the Stars | ✓

Chapter Three

A/N: Song above is Lost Boy by Ruth B :)

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I am a lost boy from Neverland

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan

And when we're bored we play in the woods

Always on the run from Captain Hook

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"Did you see Peter Pan this morning, freak?" said a girl, one with pretty gold hair, much like Peter's. Cara glanced at it before answering.

"I only see him at night," she replied calmly, turning away from the girl to collect her belongings.

The girl and her friends shrieked with laughter. "Did you hear that?" they screeched. "A grown up girl- believing in fairies and a boy who can fly!"

Cara whipped around furiously. "I haven't grown up!" she snarled venomously, and the girls were struck silent.

The quiet went on for a blissfully long time until a boy said, "Well, obviously not," and the girls started up again. Cara didn't understand what was so funny.

She saw Peter in her dreams, a beautiful boy with eyes like diamond and a smile like the morning. If she couldn't find anything else good in her day, she'd focus on the smile she saw in her sleep. The smile she loved.

She put her things into her bag and hurried onto the bus home.

She stared out the window most times, and today was one of those times. She stared forcefully up at the sun, wondering if it outshone the one in Neverland. Then she scowled at it. All she thought about was Neverland. That was why she was so alone.

She quickly got off the bus and started the long trek home, her house being one of the farthest ones away from the village. The ones that had used to be around it, during her great-grandmother's time, had been torn down. No one lived in them anymore. No one, it seemed, but her.

The door was unlocked, as usual. Her mother never thought anyone would try to rob the old house, since it really had nothing of value. Nothing, her mother would say with a shining smile, but Cara herself.

"Mother?" Cara called out. "I'm home!"

No answer.

Cara looked confusedly at the top of the stairs, dropping her bag near the dining table. "Mum?"

She went upstairs, her heart beating unusually fast. Her mother was always home around this time.

Gently, she pushed open the door to her mother's bedroom, only to see Miss Leanne, her horrid old nanny, sitting by her mother's bed.

Her mother herself was asleep, looking like an angel. She always looked so pretty when she slept; away from her sadness and worries. She may have been dreaming of Neverland too.

Cara felt herself exhale a sigh of relief. "Miss Leanne." she said respectfully, nodding her head in the woman's direction. She scowled back at her. "Child," said Miss Leanne. "come with me."

Cara obediently followed the old woman out into the hallway, far from her mother's room.

"Your mother is sick." said Miss Leanne suddenly.

Cara blinked. "Well, I'd expect so, she's in bed after all. Do you recommend chicken soup? Shall I stay home to take care of her?"

Miss Leanne gave her an exasperated look. "No, no, not that kind of sickness. Very sick. So sick she may die."