A small girl sat an a log while the other children were having a blast partying. A boy by the name of peter pan walked over to her, and sat down by her. "Why don't you join the party?" "I don't even want to live here. Why do you think I would want to party here?" "I think I can change that." He pulled out his pan flute and played a song. She just stared at him like he didn't do anything. "Can you not hear the pan flute?" "No, I can, it's just I don't care to. That's why it never affects me. Well, that and I'm your daughter." "Maybe you just need to rest." She nodded in agreement, and laid down. When she awoke, everyone was dancing around the campfire. Her father was playing his pan flute while they danced. All she did was get up, and run. "Shall I go get her?" "Not yet. Wait a few minutes before you head out. she'll be too easy to catch if you go now." As she ran deeper and deeper into the forest, she felt them ganging up on her, but yet she knew no one was there. She kept running. Her long blonde hair rippled in the wind. Her big blue sparkly eyes welled up with tears. She could barley breath, yet she kept going. She started to hear footsteps, and ran into a cave. Faded pictures of things on the walls. She hadn't known what they were. Coconuts on a table, and a melted away candle. A familiar voice came out of no where. She knew the voice very much, but it still startled her. She tripped over the table in the middle of the room, fell back, and hit her head on the stone wall. She had scapes all over her face, and blood just kept running down. She woke up in a tree house with bandages on her face and arms. A strange person walked in that she could have sworn she had seen before, yet she hadn't a clue who they were.
