As we trudged back to camp I had a hope that Peter really was trying to change. That soon everything would go back to how it was years ago.
"Almost there," he assured me.
"Okay."
We came to a darker part of the forest and Peter pulled back some bushes so there was a clear path to camp. I could see the lost boys dancing around a bonfire.
"Boys!"
They all stopped and looked.
"This is Mckayla, she will be staying here as one of us NOT a prisoner, my wish is that you treat her equally." Then turning to me he said, "Come you can rest in my tree house."
I followed him as he went up a tree and across a bridge to his tree house. Inside was a bed, desk, bookshelf, and bathroom. Not what I expected for a home in Neverland. When I last came here, they lived underground. The lost boys have changed their whole lifestyle. Good to bad, underground to tree houses. What next.
"Got tired of living underground?" I wondered in a joking tone.
"Something like that," he replied but I could tell he was holding something back. What exactly, I didn't know, "uh, here's my bed, I don't really use it. Make yourself comfortable. There's food downstairs."
"Thanks."
"Yeah."
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Unhappy Thoughts
FanfictionLol this is on hold...so read if you want or don't want. (Wrote it in 7th grade so read at your own risk) Mckayla has had an unfortunate and hard childhood. Throughout her mother leaving, her father becoming abusive, her aunt dying, and different o...
