Chapter One

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I look through the telescope watching him. The legendary Peter Pan. He disgusts me. Just as he should. With his childish games. Sometimes I wish he would just grow up. Stop all these games.

"See anything Sam?" One of the Pirates bellows out.

"Just Peter Pan, sitting there doing nothing." I say with a scowl on my face.

I mean seriously, does this kid have no life? I guess technically I can't call him a kid because we're the same age. Sixteen. But I'm more grown  up then him.

All of a sudden I hear a very familiar voice.

"Ahoy ye mates! Shoot em with the damn cannon if he ain't doing nothing!"

Captain James Hook. He adopted me when I was a baby. Apparently I was discarded by the lost boys when they realized I was a girl. They let Wendy Darling stay, but not me. It's part of the reason why I hate Peter Pan.

"Ye heard the Captain! Shoot men shoot!"  I yell out in my deep pirate voice.

They all know to listen to me. If not well, let's just say there's been some 'accidents'.

With in seconds three cannons have gone off. Of course, all of them miss. He's just too fast.

"Try again old man!"  Peter Pan yells out laughing.

I glare at him.

"Three, two, one, FIRE!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

This time the cannon goes right for him. He doesn't even attempt to get out of they way. As soon as it gets close he spreads his legs out and it goes right through him! I scream out in frustration. He smiles and sticks his tongue out.

"Maybe next time Samantha." He says mocking me.

Then he just flies away. Flies away! I hate his guts.

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"It wasn't my fault!" I say grinding my teeth.

"Try harder next time!"

I'm in the Captain's private quarters. Being yelled at as usual.

"I want him dead!" He yells out in frustration.

Not only do we look alike, we have the same temper too.

"Shut up okay?! We'll get em next time!" I yell back.

"Go, just go." He says glaring at me.

I slam the door on my way out.

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I swear that night as I lay my head down to go to sleep I see him. Peter Pan, staring at me through my window.

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