The Legend Lives On

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

A month later, we were already packed in and settled. It's been a week since I was finally able to relax from setting my room up, but it was worth it.

It was so much more enjoyable to write in the new room than crammed in my old room. I've written so much, that I've now ran out of ideas.

I chewed on the eraser of my pencil, searching my head for any thoughts of what to write about.

"The new house is very fit for my taste, and it seems to be better than my old home."

I started my page, and wondered what to add on. I liked to make my stories exaggeratedly interesting, and almost fantasy.

"Many events that occur in the new house are very different, but so intriguing."

While writing this sentence, my ideas had sparked, and I finally had a reason to continue.

"The window is a splendid way to loose myself in the wind. I'm starting to think it looses me too, for whenever a strong wind passes by, I find myself blown back into my room. There are shadows that creep up the walls, but they aren't as terrifying as they sound, for I consider it as entertaining me with there witty, shadow puppet shows. Every so often, I'll hear a faint sound of a bell, as if telling me happy things."

I began to scribble another sentence down, but I soon heard mother calling from downstairs. Throwing the notepad down, I hopped my way down to answer her, deciding on finishing later.

"Yes mom?" I vaguely responded, hoping she would get the message that it wasn't the right moment to do anything in the category of chores.

"Take Blue up to your room, he seems sorrow. And don't bother arguing because you said yourself that you'd share the room with your dog." She motioned to the dog, and went on to cut the vegetables in from of her.

Why does she always tell me not to argue? When it comes to taking care of Blue, I never complain, I thought to myself.

I patted my lap to signal Blue, and he followed me upstairs. "To my room, Blue!" I ordered, and he zoomed into the right place.

I laughed at how aware he was already of the new home, and continued walking over. I was stopped when Blue was in my way, standing at the door.

He was sniffing the frame of the opening, in curiosity. "What is it?" Whispering to myself, I watched Blue lose interest and trot his way over to the dog chair I set up for him.

I leaned down to see what he was so fascinated about, and saw some scribbled writing. They were measures of how tall the old owners were. I read:

"Nibs-"

"Wendy-"

"Slightly-"

"John-"

"Tootles-"

"Michael-"

These people seemed to be children, for most of them were very short. It was written in pencil, and barely noticeable. It made me want to put my name on the house to leave a mark for when I ever leave the house.

I went back to my bed and picked up my phone. Seeing that I had no messages just reminded me how my friends didn't care. The day I left, they never spoke to me again, and I knew exactly why.

One of my friends, Auburn, acted like the most important friend as she would say. She was really bossy and liked to put people down in their self confidence. She could never get to my emotions, and she hated that fact. She thought of me as trying to get rid of her. The truth was, she did get to me. When I got home I would cry at some if the things she said, but now, I know it's not true.

Another girl, Jennie, followed her around like a puppy. I doubt she doesn't talk to me because of her own decisions. I didn't feel like her friend anyways.

I didn't have many other friends, but even if I did I don't think they would have cared that I left. I just don't belong at that school, and I'm fine with it. It just assures less grief of leaving.

The truth is, Blue is my bestfriend. He's the greatest bud anyone could have. I'm blessed to have a dog like him.

On the bright side, I might actually get some genuine friends at my new school. I'm starting school tomorrow, in the middle of the semester.

~

* Peters point of view *

"Someone's moved into the darlings house." I told the boys the news. They gasped and started mumbling to each other about it.

"Shut it!" I silenced them like the king I am, and continued. "It's two parents and a daughter. The daughter is living in the same room that the darling children and the past lost boys lived."

Tinker Bell shook her head with disgust, remembering the events we had had in that house.

After silence, I pointed to Jacob, demanding his thoughts. "I uh, that's terrible!" He seemed unsure of what to say.

"Is it? Or could it be a sign?" The three boys looked confused, and at each other once more. Tink lit up in red fury, and I knew she would be upset about the news. I flicked her to the side, not caring that she would be irritated. I nodded my head knowingly, with a smirk.

"Maybe it's telling us that we need a new person in Neverland."

The right answer was, I thought I needed a new Wendy. Someone to live forever with in Neverland, and the girls I've been bringing to my world, were nothing alike. But this girl was like Wendy. Although its been almost a century or less, I still remember every detail of Wendy. I think this girl had the same mind as her, she liked stories.

If she is the girl who stays, it will be good for me. Ive grown a few ages while traveling the earth searching. I'd go from London to places like America and China, I can't afford to go anywhere else but London or I'll grow more. If it doesn't work out, I'll send one of the boys with a fairy to get one. I won't give up.

"She could be our storyteller mother just like before." Suggested Oliver, a young boy I had taken to Neverland to replace a lost boy seven or so years ago. I've told all of these boys about the past and myself. I'm sure they were intrigued.

"Maybe so, Oliver. All I know is, it feels like a sign." I flew a circle in the air with excitement. Maybe she's the one who will finally stay forever.

~

Peter is a little older; I won't set a clean age because he doesn't even know so why should I?

And if it wasn't clear, the new lost boys are about the same age as the old ones, one of them is a little bit older.