Peter Pan

Chapter 3-Tales

The boys became fossilized, and even the boy who stood up turns white in the face. What is it about me that is so special. It looks like they have seen a ghost, and the ghost has just introduced himself as someone's old grandmother. But that is not what happened, no, it's me and Peter standing in front of them. But Peter does not look proudly at having frightened these boys, he was rather muddy if it was wise to say so. 

 "Nice to meet you too" I say uncertainly.

 One of the boys with darker skin is the first to dare to speak. 

 "Did he really have a sister?" he said, letting the question hang in the air like a cloud. 

 "Here, you see well that he had, she is standing here in front of you. Or do you think she looks like a ghost?" says the boy who released the bag in mud puddle. 

 It is only now I notice that the boy has light curly hair and could probably be as old as my brother. 

 "How can we know that what she told you Peter is true, can she prove it," says another boy who seems narrower than the other and has short dark hair.

 He gives me a searching look, as if he were trying to see if I'm lying. But the others agree that they cannot  trust me if I'm Fox sister. Peter gives that I said it to him, and then turns his gaze towards me. 

 "Okay, if you are Fox sister so tell us what kind of tales he used to tell us" 

 It stung, how would I know what kin of tales he told them, I had hardly known my brother. I feel how it hurts in my eyes, but I'm not going to cry in front of them. I hold them in and look at the boys who has his eyes fixed on me. I don't  know what they want to answer, but I had to say something. I take a wheezing breath that gets Peter wince a little.  

"How, how should I know what he told you. I hardly know him, the only times I even talked to him was on the market. When I sneaked away from Ms. Cleara so I could talk to him."

 It stings in the heart of regret, it have been a long time since the last time I saw him. Where can he be. 

 "He told us stories about someone he called his sister, he never said the name but he described her well." interrupts Peter.

 "Hair red like fire, shifts in all its  colors," says the smallest boy of them all. 

 "Eyes green as new grass in the spring, one can get caught in them and then you are lost forever." says a bigger boy.

 "But lived his life in the shadow of the reality, she never thought existed" says eventually the boy with light curly hair. 

 I look like a question mark, standing in front of them. Then I feelt how someone puts his hand on my shoulder and my heart takes an extra jump when I see that it's Peter. 

 "We thought or I thought from the beginning that you were Fox sister"

 "We know that you are Fox's sister, I've seen you talk to Fox several times. I had to keep a close eye on him, because he always snuck off," said the smallest of them. 

 "You're Twins right?" I say to the smallest boy. 

 "Fox usually complain about someone named Twins, he always thought that you were hiding so bad. But he pretended not to see you to make you happy. That's what he used to whisper in my ear, you all thought he whispered something else, , or am I wrong "I say incredulously and check on the boys.

 None of them looks at me, that's what I though. Too cowardly to admit. But he who I think is the Twins bow exaggerated. 

 "I'm Twins, the only one of its kind, nice to meet you. How can I be to your service?" he says, smiling. 

He's cute when he does so, because he is so small. I would love to have him as a half-brother, not the little brat Mike who is the son of Ms. Cleara. That kid has really been getting on my nerves. For he must always be on everyone and everything. Climb the tables, chairs, shelves, people yes everything he sees. And he is still nine years.  

"Now, if all of  are here, where is my brother?" I ask and check out the group with dirty boys.

 Suddenly the mood amused gone and there is only absent and sad souls. I look at them and repeat the question.

 "Where is my brother." but I get no response. I check on Peter. 

 "Peter"

 "He ..." begins Peter as if he is not able to finish the sentence.

 I understand what it is about to happen, I feel the tears burning in his eyes. 

 "He's dead, he's dead Eleonora. He died in Neverland." Said Peter, and looks at a point between my head and shoulder.

 I close my eyes, this cannot  be right. My brother, my brother always so cheerful as always snuck off to talk to me, his own and perhaps only sister. He could not be gone, not now, maybe I never thought it would happen. He would be immortal and I would not have to get the news that he was dead. I'd rather not hear from him, but to know that he is dead. A tear leaves the eye, but I don't  care, I can show my feelings about my dead brother. I try to breathe, but the tears take over. I sink down towards the floor and let the tears flow. Peter sits down next to me and whispers in my ear: 

 "It was never time to say that you kicked their asses, but if you want I can say it now if you want"

 I smile and look up at Peter. 

 "You're a good thief, but I notice you, so I can get back my necklace. But you're welcome to say it to them, they need some more training"

 Peter smiles and giving back my necklace.

 "Boys, a girl just beat you in the 100 meters," says Peter and see how smiles crack up at the boys.