Penelope Pan

If only

A couple of days later, I woke up on the floor of a small shack. I stood up and stretched, looking around the dark room. I soon put together that Harry wasn't awake yet and got dressed, trying to sneak out of the shack. In the past few days, I couldn't sneak away to investigate the abandoned house I saw. I heard a grunt and my head shot in his direction.

"No...Penelope." I sighed, glad that I didn't wake him. I opened the creaky door and ran out into the street. Following the road, I turned right, then left, then right, coming right in front of the abandoned building. It was small, the roof had collapsed in on itself. The wall paper peeled off. It was quite sad to see.

I pulled at the gate, causing it to swing open. After sneaking inside, I swing the old oak door open, dust flying at me.

After coughing the dust out of my throat I looked around the room. Bits of roof were on the floor. There was a small hammock and suitcase in the corner, next to a small cot. Other than that, the room was completely empty.

Wait a cot?

I walked over and saw it had small stars and a small toy. It was a small, ripped up bear and it has a small tag.

All it said was Penelope

"What?" I muttered. Why was my name on a tag? I was born while my dad was at the isle. He didn't know I existed till he got home. Did he choose the name Penelope when he was on the Isle? I looked at the tag again.

It's someone else's handwriting.

I put it into my pocket and continued to look around. I open the suitcase to see several of my dad's outfits, a green hat with a red feather, pictures of my mum and a small diary. I picked up the hat and put it on. It did not go with my black and white outfit at all but I couldn't not take it! It's the only thing I have that is even related to home. I took out a few of the pictures and gawked at how young my family was. I placed a small few in my pockets and took out the diary...

"PENELOPE! Now you see why I said this was a bad idea! She's probably got herself in some stupid trouble we have to get her out of!"

"She threatened me with a dagger. A DAGGER CASSY!"

"Well you could have fought her off! You are a good swordsman!"

I hid the diary in my coat and left the room, running through the door whilst trying not to be spotted.

"PENELOPE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Oops...

"I am...following...the street signs so I can work out how to find my way around? Yes! That is what I am doing!"

"I don't believe that one bit." Cassy muttered.

"Cassy!" Harry hissed. "Penelope, next time at least tell me."

"Sir yes sir!"

Why? Penelope, why?

We walked home, Cassy glaring at me for 90% of the journey and Harry telling me off over 3000 times.

"I get it! I messed up! Now can we talk about something else or I will rip off someone's ears. I haven't decided who's yet." I mumbled the last part.

"You could have gotten killed! That place is so old it puts Merlin to shame!" He scoffed. "But of course you just had to go inside."

"Yea! I did!"

"Does this have something to do with the pictures in your pocket?" Cassy piped up.

"What?" I growled.

"These." She held up the pictures of my family that I found in the house.

"No. I brought those over with me."