Ambiguity (On Hold)

Chapter 1

[A/N: I decided to make this story! Yaaay! Now, you can listen to some soundtracks while reading if you want to. Reading with music makes it much better for me. I'll add them later on in the story. Great! Now we may begin.]

- Soundtrack: Zendaya, Neverland - by Pandapiano -
Ever since I was a little child, I had always believed in Peter Pan. Hoping that he'd come, every night I'd leave my window open for him to take me away.
But he didn't.
Not at two years old, not at five, not at six, and not at eight.
Once I was nine, I began to lose faith.

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"GRACE QUISLING! COME OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"
My heart jumped. That was Ms. Silverbury. She hated me with all her heart. After slipping on my blue uniform, my feet hurried down the stairs to where she was.
"Yes Miss?" I said, sounding as formal as possible.
"Could you explain me what this means?" She said, pointing to my pile of improvised swords and fairy dust! The dust was sprawled all over the floor, and a kid had cut himself with a sword.
"It's fairy dust miss." I said, looking over to my right, where all the other orphans watched my doom.
"Fairy dust!" She began laughing. That cruel old woman. No wonder she's a grown up. They have no idea about magic.
"Oh, Gracie." I hate it when she calls me that. "There is no such thing as—"
"NO!" I cried. "Don't say it!" I pleaded. Realizing this would affect me, she looked at me and showed me a malevolent smile.
"Fairies."
I shouted. I cried. How dare she! Now it's her fault a fairy has died! But she didn't care. Miss Silverbury stood there laughing at me, then gripped my arm harshly and pushed me to my room. "No shouting or crying!" She recalled one of the many rules at this orphanage, and locked the door.

I began to cry. I hated my life. When would Peter Pan come for me? This was the perfect moment. Midnight. My window was open, and the stars were shining brighter than ever. A soft wind made chills go up and down my spine, refreshing the dry teardrops on my face.
And then I saw it. A pirate ship was sailing through the sky, coming straight in my direction.
Peter!
I quickly dried my tears and reached for my suitcase; a bag in which I kept everything I needed for Neverland for when Peter came for me, and stumbled my way to the window were the pirate ship would come to a stop.
Finally, the ship stopped in my window as I awaited the crow that would begin my dreams. Except there wasn't a crow. All I could see was a gleam of moonlight, and a hook made of steel.