Somewhere In Neverland (Sequel To When You Can't Sleep At Night) {2}

Chapter 17: Back To School

Chapter 17: Back To School

PETER'S POV

*One Week Later*

"Peter, wake up." My dad said, shaking me.

"What?" I groaned.

"Do you want to go to school? Your week of bed rest is up."

"Sure." I sighed, sitting up.

"Okay, your mom has breakfast ready for you downstairs. Do you want me to take you to school or do you want to ride the bus?"

"Can you take Brooke and I?"

"Of course, getdre ssed." My dad said and left. I got up and walked over to my closet, searching through before I deciced on a plain white shirt and black skinny jeans. I slipped on black and white converse, quickly running a brush through my hair. I flat ironed it and looked at myself in the mirror. I feel like today is going to be a bad day.  I walked downstairs and my mom smiled when she saw me.

"Good morning Peter."

"Morning." I said as I walked over to the table.

"Hey Peter." Belle said, eating her food.

"Hey Belle." I said, ruffling her hair.

"Peterrrrr!" She groaned, trying to fix her hair. I just laughed, sitting down in my seat.

"I may be sick, but it doesn't mean I still can't bug my little sister."

"Peter, you're not sick." My mom said, placing a plate in front of me.

"Mom, I have a disease. One that I can die from and I have to have surgery. I don't know about you, but I consider that sick."

"Woah, calm down." My dad said, walking in. I rolled my eyes, beginning to eat.

"I think I want to join volleyball next year. Like try out for the team." Belle said.

"I don't know Belle-"

"Why not Tori? We can't let our kids live in fear." My dad interupted my mom.

"What's going on?" Belle asked.

"Peter, you dont want to play any sports, right?" My dad asked and I shook my head. "Good, people with Marfan's can't play sports. I wanted to be a professional baseball player, then I found out I had the disease and quit. I doubt you have Marfan's though, you're short." My dad smirked at Belle.

"Hey!" She pouted.

"You're short like your mom. You probably have a 5 percent chance of having Marfans. You'd be close to Ariel's heigh by now. So, I think trying out for the volleyball team is a great idea." My dad said with a proud smile.

"At least one of my kids won't be too much taller than me." My mom said with a smirk. "And yeah, go for it." My mom smiled.

"Gotta go, see ya." Belle said, standing up and walking to go get her bag. Just then, my phone buzzed.

Brookie <3~ U goin 2 skool 2day?

Peter~ Yeah, my dad's going 2 drive us.

B~ Awesome, should I come over or...

P~ Yeah, go ahead and come now.

B~ Great, see ya in a bit <3

P~ See ya <3

I carried my plate to the sink and stuffed my phone into my pocket. I ran upstairs and brushed my teeth, going back down and plopping down onto the couch. I grabbed the remote and flipped to a rerun of Best Ink, propping my feet up on the table. About five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"COME IN!" I called. Brooke walked in and closed the door behind her.

"Hey Brooke." I smiled, looking over at her. She sat down on the couch next to me and kissed me, grabbing my hand.

"Hey." She said as she pulled away.

"Dad! When are we leaving?" I asked.

"Like, ten minutes."

"Alright." I said, wrapping my arm around Brooke's shoulder as she leaned on me.

"Peter! Brooke! Let's go!" My dad called about ten mintues later from the front door. I groaned and stood up, whimpering a bit. I was still a little sore from the beating I recieved.

"Are you okay?" Brooke asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just sore." I said with a smile, kissing her nose. I made my way up to the door and picked up my bag, grabbing Brooke's hand as we walked out. We both got in the backseat and she layed her head on me, drawing patterns on my thigh.

Soon, my dad pulled up in front of the school. I bit my lip, terrified of being put back in the hospital. I took a deep breath and opened the door, getting out, Brooke getting out on the other side.

"Have a good day." My dad said.

"Thanks." I said and closed the door.

"Thank you Mr. Carlile." Brooke said with a smile, closing her door. I walked over to her and tightly gripped Brooke's hand, walking up to the school.

"Peter, are you okay? Your palm is sweaty."

"I-I'm just really nervous." I said, stoppign. "I don't think I'm ready to do this. What if I get put in the hospital again?"

"Do you want to call your dad to come pick you up?"

"No, I'll be fine. But, just promise me, if I get hurt, you won't get in the middle. I don't want you hurt too."

"Promise." She said, kissing my cheek. I took another deep breath and continued walking to the school, Brooke right by my side. We walked in and my eyes darted around the early morning crowd, looking for one of my bullies. We walked up to my locker and I pulled out my textbook for my first class.

"Peter." Someone tapped on my shoulder, causing me to jump a mile high. I turned around and slammed myself against the lockers as I saw it was Jimmy.

"Calm down Carlile, I'm not here to hurt you."

"Y-You're not?" I questioned.

"Nah, I just wanted to appolgize. I'm sorry for beating you up the other day and in the past. I didn't know you had that heart disease thing." I could tell he felt awkward. He probably doesn't sincerly appolgize much.

"I-It's fine." I said, beginning to relax. He nodded and walked off.

"That was weird." Brooke said as we walked to her locker.

"Yeah." I said, scratching the back of my neck. Brooke and I hung out a bit more before the bell rang. I walked her to her first class and kissed her lips before rushing to my class.

"Hello Peter, nice to see you back." My teacher greeted with a smile.

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NO IDEAS!

Listening to Carry On My Wayward Son~ Kansas

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