Stardust

//Peter Pan// Fae

Peter Pan 

 

The humid breeze soared through the tall grass, playfully tickling the girl’s cascading hair that brushed against the sharp slop of her cheekbones. Blinking her sleepiness away as if Tinker Bell herself landed upon her tanned skin, Fae stretched her arms out wide above her. Quite satisfied with the popping sound that soon followed the movement, she looked up at the vibrantly gigantic green leaves.

                  Fae pushed herself up to an upright siting position with a sudden force of shock, her terrified face easily as read as a book.  How did she end up here? What seemed like just a few minutes ago when she began to feel herself drifting away from reality, she was lying in her twin sized bed with the moonlight lighting the hard wooden floor.

                  The teenager’s dark ponytail slapped against the back of her neck like a whip, as she quickly scanned the wilderness that seemed to shallow her.  Despite the various shades of green overtaking the thick forest, there was nothing in site.  Fae clutched the dry whips of the grass between her fingers, her heart thumping faster with each passed tick of a clock.  It seemed as if she was the only human being in that foreign place that she somehow arrived in.

                  Without a warning, a piercing giggle sliced through the open air.  Fae’s eye widened   and her eyebrows kilted together in startled confusion. Where did that come from?  One moment she was debating whether or not she transported to some strange time when she was the lasting living, breathing human being left on Earth and the next there were imitate signs of human interactions. Maybe Fae really was crazy.  

                  Her foot repeatedly tabbed against the soft brush of ground, she weighed her opinions.  She could play it safe and stay here in the comforts of the already discovered small clearing – the way she treated everything in life – or she could finally take a risk by confronting the noise head on. Her tapping came to a crease, as the debate that waged on in her thoughts came to an abrupt stop.

                  She would march straight ahead through the depths of the greens and elicit some information as to where she ended up. She jumped up from her spot, brushing the stray strands of the thin green weeds off of the back pockets of her skinny jeans. Taking long strides, Fae paved her way through the think underbrush.

                    Pushing the prickly branches away from her face, she heard the unmistakable snap of a twig as her body’s full pressure broke the scrap into thousands of future splinters. Fae could already tell that this was a bad place to be stranded without shoes.

                  “It’s not funny, Tootles!” Fae seemed to be growing closer to the voice, as she could clearly hear the crisply deep voice.

                  With determination soaking down through her bones, she followed the hot trail of high pitched snickering.  Fae wondered what on Earth – if she was even still on Earth – could be so funny. She imagined a bunch of pre-adolescent kids sitting on tree stumps under the blazing sun, laughing at the fact that they were all lost and the possibility that they may never see their loved ones ever again. Fae cringed, for the scene she painted in her head sickened her to death.

                  Pushing back a huge branch of leaves from the massive bush and stepping over a plunging hole, it was like Fae was transported to a whole new world.  There were similarities, of course, like the obvious fact that she was still in the same never ending forest and the sun was still on boiling her exposed limbs.

                  The thing that threw her off was how lived in it looked, like someone had lived there for a very long time. Idly on the ground, carelessly scattered trash stuck to the grounds. Taking a hesitant step forward, Fae tried extra careful not to step on any of the litter.  Whoever lives here, she thought, must truly horrid to not pick up his own trash.