Short stories

Peter Pan {my way}

KEY:
Okey guys, bold is me talking outside of the story, like a narrator of sorts. Underlined is me quoting something I did not come up with myself. Italics is just the Normal use, emphasis in the story.

This is based on real people, and a real story (Peter pan), but not real events. And I hope you guys like it! Before I go, you should look at the above picture. It'll get you in Character. On to the story.

   "The moment you doubt whether or not you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it," said Peter. Then he was gone. He just, flew away. And left me there. His full name is Peter Pan and he used to only visit me at night near my window. Here lately, though, he had been showing up in random places. Yet, he was clever enough that no one saw him.
Now you may think this story is about Peter Pan, but, spoiler...it isn't! He just helps Vanessa ...I better stop now before I ruin the entire thing....
   I can't believe Peter just left me like this! Just to deal with this all by myself! Well, I take that back, it actually is totally believable. It's just like him to run away from problems. He can be so childish at times...
*bbbrrrrriiiinnnnggg!!!!!!*
"God I hate school! I don't even understand what the teachers are saying! There is no point!"
"You know, I can tutor you sometime if you like." Says a voice from behind.
"No Cannon! Go away! Why do you even follow me anyway? Just go to class!!!"
Cannon has a secret crush on Vanessa and burning desire to get her to let him inside her walls...
"I'm in the same class as you."
"But you don't have to be so close!" I walk in to the class room with the annoying Cannon Tate hot on my heels. I sit down and woop-de-do he sits right behind me!
The entire class period i tune out the lecture being given. My mind wanders to other places. Let me start from the beginning. I was very young, only eight, when Peter Pan found me. He said he saw belief in me. He loved the way my eyes lit up when looking at the stars. How I found wonder and beauty in everything. He gave me the power to fly. When Peter gives you the ability to fly, he has chosen you. Young or old. He doesn't care about age, it's belief he wants.
If an adult accepts peters offer and goes to Neverland, he/she is turned young. Because Peter liked me so much, he gave me a choice. Usually, Peter asks you to Neverland. If you decline, you can no longer fly. With me, if I wanted, as long as I still believed, I could fly and live in the normal world.
I wanted to stay, so Peter let me.
Peter liked Vanessa also, but he didn't know what that was as he had forgotten, from being away from the real world for too long.
As I grew older, bullies got to me, I hit depression, started cutting, the whole ordeal. Then, crazily, I lost my ability to fly. I don't know why, I still believe in him. He is very real obviously. He has been visiting me. Only to continue repeating that phrase. I have no idea what it means. I still believe I can fly, but yet I can't do it. I don't know.
I see a note land on my desk, and it interrupts me from my thoughts. "Are you okay?" It says. It's from Cannon. No surprise. This guy just won't take a hint! He doesn't know how to quit!!!
"I'm fine." I write and toss it back to him.
"No you're not."
"What's it to you?"
"I see pain and lonliness in your eyes. The kind of hurt that leaves scars."
She wasn't used to people actually caring...
"It's none of your business anyway."
"I'm just like you, you know."
"Oh yeah? How?"
Before I could read his answer, Mrs. Jones picked up the note off my desk, without saying a word, rips it in half, and throws it away. Then the bell rings for lunch. On my way to the cafeteria, I notice a bright green speck outside the window. I run outside to find Peter behind the school waiting on me.
He repeats his phrase again, "The moment you doubt whether or not you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it."
   As he leaves, I call out to him, "What is that supposed to mean?! What if you never even believed you could fly in the first place?"
"Then you would have never gotten into the air."
Ughhhghhh!!!! It's Cannon again! "You saw that?!"
"Well it's kind of hard to miss a flying teenager in all green talking to a girl who looks like she would just tell him to go away."
Vanessa thinks he is kind of quirky, though she won't admit it. She notices how his eyes are warm and fuzzy. She begins to relax but realizing what she is doing, freaks out momentarily.
"What do you want!"
"We never got to finish that conversation"
"I don't want-" before I can finish he cuts me off by pushing back his left sleeve, revealing beautiful markings carved into his skin. They look to be tattoos, but without ink.
"I am like you" he says.
"How did you know I?"
"Long sleeves in April? Are you kidding?"
"I might just be cold blooded!" We both begin to laugh. Then I pull up my sleeves, revealing more damage than on his arm.
Vanessa secretly is so releaved not to have to hide from him. She suddenly has the urge to impress him...
"You shouldn't let him do that to you. Just fly away like that. Why don't you go after him?"
"I used to could fly. But I fell into depression and now I can't."
"You can't just believe in him, you also have to believe in you." When Cannon says those words, a lightbulb goes off in my head and my body begins to glow.
From pixie dust of course!
I guess he knows what's going on because he doesn't address this, but instead says,"You're very beautiful you know." I begin to float.
"You think so?"
"Who doesn't?" Now I begin to droop.
"Me. And-" tears begin to stream down my face. "Everybody else."
He floats up to me and kisses my cheek. "Not me." I hug him tightly and he asks, "will you run away with me?"
"To Neverland?" I question, as I wipe the tears from my cheeks.
"Nobody will ever hurt you again."
"Absolutely. But first, there's something I have to do." We drop to the ground.
He tilts his head, which is so adorable,"what?"
"You'll see" I laugh and drag him to the front of the school, where everybody is eating lunch. I climb the steps where everybody can see us. Cannon gives me a worried look but before he can open his mouth to speak, I pull him by the collar and press my lips to his.
With an astonished look he pulls me back in for another kiss. We walk down the steps hand in hand.

Today marks 5 years since we came to Neverland. I would be 18 in the real world now. Peter forbids any form of timekeeping. He doesn't know I keep track. But I only do it to see how long ago Cannon rescued me from

this person is real but with a different name. I wrote this for him because my life would be utter chaos without him. He saved me from myself. I used to have no self confidence and low self esteem. He changed that. He showed me how to believe in myself and that love is greater than hatred. I love him more than anything and I thought this, as a writer, was a good way to express it.