Our Own Piece Of Neverland

Honesty

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"Molly! Molly wake up!" Peter whispered frantically.

I blinked my eyes open, not remembering shutting them, "what is it?"

"It's three in the morning! Your parents are probably worried sick!"

I could feel the color drain from my face. The latest I had ever been home was 10:30. My mother was going to kill me.

"Oh no..." Was all I could say.

He grabbed my hand quickly and we ran as fast as our half asleep legs could take us. As we ran my head went through all the past

events. I hadn't even noticed that we arrived at my house.

Panting I asked, "how did you know I lived here?"

Peter kicked his feet, "you must've told me once."

I was too tired to comprehend what he had said. We exchanged goodbyes and I made my way inside.

The whole house was dark and I sighed with relief. I slowly made my way upstairs and heard the click of a light switch.

"Do you know what time it is young lady?" My mother half yelled.

"I know it's late but-" she innterupted.

"But nothing! It is three in the morning! You are never leaving this house again besides school! Who were you even with? You don't

have any friends here! You just wanted to run away to make a statement! Don't you dare ever-"

As she continued I ran into my room and cried. I burried my face in a pillow. Since I locked my door she continued yelling and

nagging at me from the other side of it. I lifted my head from the pillow when she was finally done. I wiped my eyes and heard two

taps on my window.

I walked towards it and pulled the curtains away but nothing was there. As I examined it further I saw a green leaf. I opened my

window, which I always kept unlocked, and picked it up.

On the leaf was written "I'm sorry." I knew immediately it was from Peter. I held it close and sighed. Today was the best day of my

life and now I can never go again. Tears started to form in my eyes, but I shook them away. I walked back over to my bed and fell

asleep.

The next morning my mother didn't so much as glance my way. I got ready, ate, and left without speaking a word. Peter

approached me when I sat down on our bus.

"How are you?" He asked sympathetically.

"She won't talk to me, which I guess is a pleasant change." I sighed.

He frowned, "It's not okay that she won't talk to you."

I fought my tears once more, "she says I'm not allowed to leave the house to go anywhere but school."

His eyes widened, "that means no more Neverland! No more adventures!"

I nodded sadly. We sat in silence until the bus stopped. He ran quickly ahead of me to first period. During the whole class he was quiet.

Mr. Hooke tried to make all the stupid comments he could, as if trying to get Peter to argue with him.

"What? No comments Mr. Anderson?" Mr. Hooke chuckled.