Ambiguity (On Hold)

Chapter 9

- Soundtrack - A Note From The Teacher - Peter Pan (2003)

As soon as I entered the hideout everything went dark. I stepped forward, and out of a sudden I felt myself fall and slip going down something that seemed like a slide. Just great.

The slide was pretty short and soon I reached the bottom of it. The lights came back, and I found myself in a big, warm-lighted room. It was round, and the walls were the roots of the tree. Hammocks were hanging everywhere, there was a throne in the middle, jewels on the floor, a long table at the back, and weapons spread randomly all over the place. It was the messiest place I had ever seen. And it made me sick. 

Soon the lost boys reached the room too, and all of them aligned in front of me.

I looked at them confused. 

"We are the lost boys." Said Slightly. "Peter's loyal followers."

"Oh. Um... good for you...?" I said.

"And you are Grace Quisling." Said Slightly.

"Yes I know I am Grace Quisling."

"But– who's follower are you?" 

'Hook's' I thought. But of course I wouldn't say that. 

"Um... My mother's and father's?" 

All the boys made silly faces at the mention of those words.

"Ew!" Said Slightly. "This girl is obviously lost. We don't follow parents in Neverland. That means she doesn't have anyone to follow. So, we are adopting you."

"Adopting me?" I scoffed. "I'm older than all of you!" 

"Are you really?" Asked Slightly.

"Of course." I said. "I'm thirteen and you look barely twelve. And you're the oldest!"

"Actually," said Slightly fixing himself, "I am fourteen." The boys groaned. "So, I am older." He said. 

"No you're not Slightly!" Cried the messy boy. 

"How would you know!? Who was present when I was born? Me! So I'm the only one who knows my age!"

"But you always lie!" Cried the smallest lost boy.

"Look who's talking Tootles." Said Slightly. Tootles stuck his tongue out.

"Don't treat Tootles like that!" Cried the curly one.

"You all treat him like that!" Cried Slightly.

"NO WE DON'T!" Cried the boys.

"YES YOU DO!" Cried Slightly.

"Actually... You do." Muttered Tootles.

"SHUT UP TOOTLES!" All the boys cried, including Slightly.

I was trying not to stab each lost boy in that moment. I couldn't stand them. So messy, and childish! I'd never imagine to meet someone like that. And right in front of me I had six. 

And one unconscious one.

I didn't know what was happening when suddenly the messy lost boy cried:

"FIGHT!"

All of the lost boys threw themselves on top of each other. There were kicks, punches, screams... Everything was too overwhelming. I couldn't take it anymore.

"HEY!" I shouted. One scream was all it took to get their attention. "You will stop this nonsense right now!"

All the boys, surprised to see a girl not being soft, obeyed me at once.