No i cant go. I cant leave my brothers and my mother. They would think i was dead or kidnapped or worse. I couldnt live with myself knowing that i drove them to think i was dead. Besides i was still sure i was dreaming or in a coma. This couldnt be real. A thousand things run through my head and i start to feel dizzy. I begin to feel as if im falling into a deep sleep. "Peter" i say breathless. "Can you.... you....." he looks at me worried but then I fall backwards and hit something. Everything goes black.
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I open my eyes to see a small woman over me. "She's awake" she yells so loud it feels like my ear drums burst. I can hear foot steps walking toward me,. The woman looks like a nurse but im not in a hospitial. It looks like im in someones home. I hear someone get closer. I close my eyes. I can just feel the worried feeling in the air and i know its my mom. She is going to kill me. I shouldn't have went to that party. I remember coming home later but then...... I knew it. i was dreaming the whole time. I knew he wasn't real. "Wendy" and then a hand touched the side of my face. It wasn't my mom speaking, but a man. or boy. i start to open my eyes but decide against it. "Wh-.....who is it?" i ask with a studder. "Open your eyes" they demand.
i lean back onto the pillow under my head. "No. I- I- I can't. I'm tired." I roll over and feel myself drifting off into a deep sleep.
Then i feel the space beside me seep down. Someone is defiantly there. Then an arm wraps around my waist.
In a normal situation i would move away and slap who ever it is. but i was beyond tired and whoever it was, was really warm. and somehow i felt at peace with this stranger. like i already knew them. Like i had met them before. I didnt bother me not knowing though. so i fall asleep. in the arms of a complete stranger.
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I wake up again. It feels like i slept forever. I open my eyes to see im in a different place again. I see someone walking my way. "Good morning beautiful" i turn my head.
No. Its not possible. He sits down beside me and hands me a breakfast bar. I take it slowly and open it. Dont look up at him. i think to myself. But you've got to be sure. No. im arguing with myself as i eat the bar. I finally decide to look up.
When i do, i look up to see him staring at me with wondering eyes. Wondering what im thinking. Wondering how i feel. I realize im not crazy. That he is real. That it all really happened.
"Well are you just going to stare at me all day?" he asked smiling. I think of some witty remark but dont have the nerve to say it. I just stare down to my hands in my lap. "Where am I?" i finally ask.
"Uh... i was hoping you would delay this for a little longer." I turn to him and he is rubbing his neck with his hands. He's nervous. "Just tell me."
"How about i let you see your self?" He pick me up bridal style and carries me over to a window. I look out to see the most amazing place i've ever laid eyes on. The water is crystal blue, trees are as green as it gets, and the flowers seem to be about 5 feet tall and full in bloom. The buildings around us are all different shapes and sizes. Moutains all around in different shades of greens and brown. and beaches of rocks for days.
I look up to face him "Your name is Peter?" i ask slowly. "Yes" he whispers softly. "Peter Pan?" i ask again. "and we are...." i look out the window,
"In Neverland" he finishes for me.
"Put me down" i ask calmly. When he does i walk toward the window and look out. Getting a good look. Now that i knew we where it seemed more real and scary, instead of fairy tale like.
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My Trip To Neverland
Teen Fiction{My twist on Peter Pan} When Wendy snuck home one night she was not expecting to see the one and ony Peter Pan at her window. follow her on her exciting trip to neverland. the choices she makes. Along with Hook, the mermaids, and the lost boys.