The Real Peter Pan

• Chapter 1 •

41 Bishops Avenue, London England.

The address of my new home.

Just staring out of this taxi window; I could tell my life was about to get a hell of a lot different. The rain only helped deepen my mood into a lower state of depression as we slowed into our new driveway. I feel a tug on the cord of my earphones and the one in my left ear falls to my lap.

"Brennan." The tiny voice of my ten year old brother says. "Mom says we're here!"

"That's right buddy! Come check it out." My father calls from outside. I roll my eyes and pry out my other ear bud and wrap the line tightly around my phone; shoving it into my pocket. Sliding off my seat and throwing my hood over my head, I stare up at the brick house covered in too many windows for my liking.

"Isn't it wonderful!" My mother smiles; throwing an arm around my shoulder and hovering an umbrella above her blonde hair.

"Yeah, it's uhh-" I pause examining it some more. "It's something."

Dragging my luggage inside I am surprised to see furniture already set up.

"Alright, Brennan-" My mom says turning to me. "Your room is upstairs and all of our rooms are here on this floor."

I glance up what seems to be like twenty-five stairs.

Great.

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By the time I heaved all of my four bags up the mountain, my mom, dad, and brother were already done with their things.

I'm in awe as I observe my new bedroom. It has plain white walls that meet dark hardwood floors at the rim. Three large windows lay at the front of the room. Letting out a sigh, I throw the suit cases on the bed.

"Wow!" A voice says behind me. I quickly spin around. My mother stands with her hand over her chest. "The pictures were great but I never imagined it in person." Her eyes light up as she looks out the window.

"Yeah, we are going to need curtains for these." I nonchalantly say.

"Why? The view is wonderful of the forest!"

"I don't really enjoy feeling that someone could be watching me."

"Oh Brennan!" She laughs. "Don't be so dramatic. You've watched too many horror movies!"

I frown. "It's not funny."

"Alright...." She sighs. "This weekend I'll try to find some curtains."

"Can't we just go tomorrow?"

She shakes her head. "No, you have school tomorrow."

My jaw drops to the floor. "We just moved in! We can't be going to school already? It's still summer!"

"Not here it isn't. They started school a month ago."

"Shit! I'm a month behind on my senior year!" I shout throwing my hands to my head.

"Watch your mouth, and it'll be fine, I already talked to the school before we came."

"I can't believe this! Not only did we have to move from our fabulous home in Bridgton, Maine all the way to freaking London, England; leaving all my friends..." I pause and wipe the tear that managed to escape my eye. "Leaving Tom."

She puckers her lips and rolls her eyes. You knew that it was just a small high-school romance."

Ouch.

"I'm sorry Brennan, but we had no choice." My mom says turning and walking out the door.

I grab a pillow off the bed; burring my face into it-

And I scream.