The NeverLand Kids

Chapter Something

•Reece's POV

White. White. White. Red. Whi- Wait! Red? I blinked a couple of times. I saw a girl about Brianna's age. "Where am I?" I asked her, her voice sounded terrible. "Skinny Kids' Home." She said, quietly. She walked over and handed me an unopened letter. It read:

Dear Reece,

You're at Skinny Kids' Home. It's a hospital that helps people ages thirteen through twenty-five struggling with eating disorders, addictions, and depression of other sorts. I hope they can help you.

-Yours truly, Timothy

I pulled my knees up to my chest. He-they- planned this and I fell for it. I'm such an idiot! The letter rustled against my chest. It hit me. Pay back for my breast reduction. Maybe my hair, too. I need a cigarette. I looked around for my suitcase. "Press the button, then ask the nurse for your bag" The redhead stated.- How'd she know that? She's wizard! That means I have to get her to Hogwarts. Where are all the owls? Wait! Wizards don't read minds. She must be Edward Cullen. But why's he disgusted as a girl? Where's Jacob? How's your relationship? Are you treating him well? Maybe they need me to become a vampire so I can help save the world. Flock yeah, witches!- I leaned over and pressed the 'Call Nurse' button. Fun! With in three minutes, a tall women walked in the room. "Hello, Reece. My name's Ronnie. I'm head-nurse. I brought your bag. Your cigarettes and lighter have been confiscated." After Ronnie gave me the run down and rules of this place, she left. There are a lot of rules. And I have group therapy, every day at eight pm. And single therapy every other day at three.

-Joshua

We sat in my treehouse. Alvin was typing away at his laptop. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm writing a story."

"What's it about?"

"Nothing important."

"How long have you been working on it?"

"Since I was nine. It's a series."

"How many books does it has?"

"Thirteen. This is the last one."

"How long does it take to write one book?"

"If I'm know I want to write, four days. If I don't, it could take months. But I usually have it planned out in my head."

"How far are you?"

"One third."

"Will that keep you busy for the next two hours?"

"Probably."

"Kay. I'm going to hang out some friends." He put his laptop down and threw his arms around me. "Humans are taking my Joshy away from me!" He whined, pouting. Alvin looked up at me through his long eyelashes. They heavily framed his beautiful hazel eyes. "You have really pretty eyes." I smiled. He blushed, "Thanks." He looked around, "Are we spending all week up here?" I shrugged, wrapping my arms around him. "We could, if you want to." I said. He snuggled closer. "I want to."

Alvin hasn't touch his laptop in three days. I was worried. "What's wrong, Al?" I asked, finally. He shook his head against my side. "Why aren't you working on your story?" One would say I was talking to Alvin like he was a small child, but he didn't seem to mind. "Don't wanna!" He muttered, snuggling closer to me. "Why not?" Alvin started to cry. "I don't want it to ended. I don't want the series to be finished. Nine year, Josh, I been writing about these people for nine years." I tried to comfort him. "I mean, I've written other stories. I have a file full of prompts and ideas. But this was always my main story. You know?" I nodded. "This just means it's time for a new story." I said. He sighed, "I guess you're right." I passed him his laptop. Typing the last chapter(?) only took him about ten minutes.