Charlotte had only ever heard she was normal. When she lands on Neverland, it's no exception. She, like many others, is just another lost one. With one small exception.
Peter Pan, is anything but what he's supposed to be. He's rough edges, smirks an...
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SONG TO LISTEN TO: Runaway- AURORA
Everyone is taking off around me, running away from each other. I search for someone in the crowd to go to, but few people remain. I make a beeline for the weapons tent, but stop short as I watch dozens of boys heading in and out. Shouting erupts inside. I can't go in there, someone could kill me.
I turn and run into the forest in a direction I've yet to explore. I hear it takes a full eight hours running at top speed to cross the island. I don't know if it is in fact that big, but I imagine it could be much larger. 35 people can spread out that far, right? 35 if you include Pan and Felix and Nicholas, whose dead now.
Only 32 people, one of which is me. So I guess you can say I'm hiding from 31 other people right now. 31 people, half of whom I know, half of whom I don't. All of whom could kill me.
Nevermind the animals. I remember that damn tiger, and shutter as I continue to run through the dark. As if I didn't have enough to worry about with all the boys.
I turn left and right, darting back and forth. Voices erupt behind me, shouts and cheers. I'm a decent runner, but not the fastest on out there. It would only take seconds to catch me at this speed. I wouldn't even recognise the face of my attacker in the dark.
Walking over to a tree, I attempt to climb up it. No such use, I'm rotten at climbing things. I keep running, looking for a tree I can easily climb.
It's difficult to tell without light. Darkness encases me, and I struggle to not run head-on into a tree.
There's one a few feet up ahead that's knocked halfway down. I run along the trunk and reach into the branches of another tree, pulling myself high up off the ground. My muscles feel as if they are on fire; I'm not known for my strength, nor my agility according to Harry. If I am one thing, it is determined, and though it hurts I'm determined to hide in these trees.
I grab hold of branches above me, carefully walking along the one beneath me like a balance beam. Slipping feet, my hands scratch against the bark as I hold myself up. Once my feet find the branch again, and the leaves of the tree stop rustling I move forward. With each step my heart pounds.
Once I'm close enough to the next tree, I let my feet go over the side of the tree branch. I kick them over until they are wrapped around the next tree's wood. Using all the power my abdomen can muster, I swing my torso over into the next tree. For the few brief seconds I'm upside down, I spot boys running away from where I am. I wonder if they are as frightened as I am.
I move closer until I'm in the center of the tree. Solidifying my spot amongst the branches, and for a brief second, feeling safe within its leaves.
I hear footsteps and peek down. They can't see me, but boys run by beneath the tree. I recognise two of them, Fred and Dominique. There are two more with them who I don't recognise.
