When I get home I run up the stairs, lock the door, and flop on my bed. Everyday I do that. I don't want to be seen by my parents. All they do is argue. And when I appear, the shouting match always drags me in. No matter how much I kick and claw, the conversation always manages to pull me into the pit.
It is the last day of school. Most sixteen-year olds would be happy to be out of school, for summer to begin. But not too much for me. That just means I'm trapped in my room for three months with no safe house to reside to. I'm a captive in my own home. A place that's supposed to protect me only tears me down.
For now, I transport myself into my own Neverland. There I live a normal teenage life. I have many friends, a boyfriend, and a perfect family. Perfect is different to everybody. My definition of a perfect family is where everything goes smooth, for the majority of it; you can laugh, you talk, and create memories you want to remember. All the scenes I live in there, I hope will be created out here.
"It's not my fault Brian!" shouts my mother from down stairs.
That's my cue. I close my eyes and immediately appear in my own Neverland.
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I appear on the clear blue water and white sand beach. I'm relaxing on the sand, tanning on my towel when I hear a voice.
"Hey," it says quietly.
I flip over to stare int the eyes of handsome man.
"Hey," I reply. Since this is my world, I make a brave move.
I pat the towel and he sits down.
"What's your name?"
He takes a while to respond, but when he does, I am surprised.
"Look out!"
He picks me up and carries me into the water, in a diagonal line.
My arms are around his neck.
When he realizes what just happened he tries to explain.
"There was a falling tree back there, I saw the shadow."
"Well thank you."
His cheeks get pink with embarrassment. Then he realizes where his arms are and drops me into the water.
"Oh! Sorry!" He says when I surface, spitting out sea water.
"It's okay," I sputter. He helps me up. I hang onto his neck. But he wasn't ready for my weight, he slips too. We both plunge under the water.
He grabs my waist and pull me off of him to break the surface. When we are out of the water, he still is grabbing my waist. He pulls me closer. He lowers his perfect lips down to me and we are about to kiss, but I am brought back to Earth.
"Monica," my mother says in a normal voice when she opens my door.
"Yes?" I ask rolling off my bed.
"Pack your bags, we are going on a beach vacation!"
"A vacation? Why?"
"Because we need the family time." She says a little sad.
"Okay. Whatever. Give me half an hour."
I throw tank tops, shorts, bikinis, and flip flops into my bag. I also bring a book and my sunglasses.
We pack the car, and are off. It takes a while to get there, probably around 8 hours in the plane. The whole entire time my parents don't fight. Not once. Their ritual of arguing has become almost a second language to me, deciphering their points, out of their shouts, to find out what they are fighting about. But when we finally arrive I see the clear blue waters and the white sand beach from my trip to Neverland.
Odd.
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Creating a New Neverland
RomanceMonica has a rough life. Her only escape is to zone into her own world. She fantasizes and creates scenes that she wishes would come true. Her own adventure, romance, and comedy scenes create the happiness in her life that she is missing. What happe...
