Peter Pan

Wendy?

Mikayla's POV
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Peter let's go of me. I wobble and drop a few feet, but I catch myself.

"Be careful! Think happy thoughts!" Peter tells me. He woops and hollers as he flies high into the air and let's himself free fall. He catches himself and swoops back into the air, doing a perfect loop. He looks like he is having so much fun and I want to join in.

I begin to think of happy things. I think of the feeling of falling asleep under the stars. I think of the way the freshly picked strawberries taste when I bite into them. I think of Peter and the way he laughs. Then suddenly, I have picked up speed and have complete control over everything I do. I fly high into the night sky. I fly in and out of clouds. I loop just as I saw Peter. I yell with delight and I fall straight toward the water below me. Right as I barely touch the water, I catch myself and glide across the water, only a few inches from the surface. I flip around so that my back is facing the water and I look up into the sky. I notice Peter watching me and smiling like an idiot. I give him a smile back. I fly up toward him. When I reach him I am laughing so much that I lose control and Peter has to catch me. My arms are wrapped around his neck. I attempt to stop giggling but that only makes me laugh more. I can feel my heart beating rapidly. That feeling of freedom as I flew was indescribable. It was the best I've ever felt. When I stop laughing I sigh and rest my head against Peters chest.

"I think you've had enough for one day," Peter says, smiling. With me still in his arms, he flies back to the hideout where all the lost boys are already in their tents and tree houses sleeping.

Me and Peter share a room. There are two mats spaced out on the ground of our room. When we get there, Peter gentle lays me on my mat and pulls a blanket over my body. He lies down on his mat. Before I know it, I have fallen asleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night to Peter moving around and mumbling something in his sleep.

"Wendy," he groans. He rolls side to side over his mat. "Wendy. Don't go," I hear him say her name again.
Who's Wendy? I am too tired to think about it so I quickly fall back asleep.

I wake up in the morning and Peter has already left the room. His blanket is messily thrown across the ground so I pick it up and fold it along with my blanket. The morning bell rings so I go ahead and walk to the room we ate dinner in last night. When I arrive and take my seat, I pile up pancakes on my plate and pour syrup over them. I look around the table and see some of the boys half asleep, but no sign of Peter. I am startled when five of the boys take seats beside me.

"Morning, Mikayla!" they say.

"Good morning," I say through a sleepy yawn. I realize I don't know any of their names so I ask.

"I'm Nibs," the boy on my right says.

"And I'm Slightly," says the boy to my left.

"I'm Tootles," the boy sitting next to Slightly announces. "And that's Curly," he points to the curly haired boy sitting next to Nibs. Curly gives me a shy smile. They are all quite adorable, but it takes all my self control to not laugh at how ridiculous their names are. We talk a bit and when I finish my breakfast I announce that I am going to go find Peter. I wasn't sure where I was going to look first, but I decided on the giant tree that Peter brought me to the first night before we had to come here because of Alex. When I arrive to the tree I open the secret door quietly and top toe down the stairs.

"Peter?" I whisper when I get to the bottom of the steps. It's dark and I here soft whimpers coming from the far corner of the room. "Peter are you okay?" I say a little louder this time.

"Go away," he says in a soft voice. This is so much different from the outgoing Peter that taught me how to fly just last night.

"Um Peter?" I ask.

"Just leave!" He says a lot louder this time.

"Alright! God," I say. As I walked back up the stairs I realize that I was probably being a little too mean. That was kinda rude to say to a crying Peter but he was yelling at me also. I'll apologize later.

For the rest of the day I walk around a little bit. I went to dinner, but Peter never showed up. I decided to go to bed early tonight so I flew back to my room. I try to fall asleep but I can't so I give up. I hear the door open up quietly so I roll over and see Peters silhouette in the door. He lays down on his mat, his back facing me and blanket pulled up to his chin.

"Peter?" I ask

"What?" he says in an annoyed tone.

"Um can I ask you something?"

"Yea I guess."

I pause and hesitate before I ask him the question that has been bothering me all day.

"Who's Wendy?"