Returning To Neverland

Chapter Four

Once got in class we sat beside each other and talked until the teacher came in. I look around and see Pan sitting behind me this time. I roll my eyes and wonder if he's in every class that I'm in. Then a frightening thought hit me. What if he was in band with me. He knows how to play an instrument better than I do. The teacher came in and class started. We were going to start a group reading thing that we have to read the same book as a class.He gave all of us a book. I looked it. It had smooth leather like it was a fairy tale. I turned it around to see the title and in golden letters it said Peter Pan by J.M Barry. I felt a tug on my hair and look back to face Pan. He looked shocked by the book. It was open in front of him. I turn back around and open the book. I start reading. There was something different about this Peter Pan story. It was the real story. There was no Wendy Darling or Darling family. I turn the pages to see the pictures and they were the exact pictures from Henry's storybook. My eyes widened. This is the true story of Peter Pan. Pan tugged on my hair again. I turned to him. "What." I say annoyed. "How do they know my true past?" I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe you were following a story after all." He shook his head. "No. I made my own decisions and I guess the author just wrote it down." He looks towards the teacher as if trying to figure something out.

Pan's POV

Kim turns back around and I turn to look at the teacher. I feel like I've seen him before. But where? I try to think of all the people I've seen in my life then it suddenly hit me. He was a past lost boy. No wonder he gave us copies of Peter Pan. I hope he doesn't recognize me. Good thing I changed my name from Peter Pan to Tommy Clark. All I have to do is not expose my powers. Hopefully my phone doesn't give away who I am. I look in my pocket at my phone. The dark green and brown case stands out. I push it deeper into my pocket. I notice Kim is drawing in her notebook. I recognize the drawing as my pipes. The drawing looked just like them. The bell rings and I gather my stuff. Next class is band and I'm playing a similar instrument to my pipe. The flute. I got the flute out of my locker. I head to band class and see Kim putting her flute together. She was talking to one of her friends. Someone suddenly comes up to me. "Hi, I'm Jacob." He said. "I'm P........Tommy." I say. "Maybe you can sit with us at lunch." He said. I nodded. He turned and left to tend to his trumpet. I sigh in relief that I didn't say my real name. I sit down and put my flute together and tune it. Throughout the class I catch Kim staring at me. Finally when the class is over its lunch. I sit with Jacob and his friends. The weird thing is that our table was right next to Kim's. The day is finally over after another two hours and I go to the apartment I was renting.