Call me Peter
Chapter 1
So many times I've dreamed of being the girl with everything. The big house, the cool friends, the loving parents and bucket loads of money... But the real world's a bitch. Don't get me wrong, I live a pretty alright life but it isn't good enough for me. Call me wicked. Call me unappreciative. Call me British, if you like, because that's what I am. A British nobody teenager, finding her way. Blah blah blah.
When I was little, I dreamed of being all the fairytale characters. All of them. From the beautiful but timid princesses, to the strong and powerful heroes, even the evil and twisted villians. Villians have always been my favourites. After all, who can resist a bad boy and who can take their eyes of a bad girl. The answer to that would be no one. I did always love Peter Pan though. The fact that he never grew up gave him a boyish charm that was (ironically) timeless. Pretty soon though, I'd been eating those words. Exactly when? On the night when the girl with the brown curls decided to leave her window open.
"Violet, you go to your room right now or I swear, I will take your privleges away from you for 2 weeks!" Screamed my wonderful mother. "And make sure to put your brother and sister to bed too!"
I huffed in my mother's face but did what she asked. I was definetly not going to lose my parents trust again.
"Aiden and Emma, come on. It's time for bed" I called to my younger, twin siblings. They were 7 years old and I was 15 so there was a pretty big age gap between us. They were cute and all but by God, they could be annoying.
"Coming, Vi!" They called simultaneously. I hated it when they did that; they were like the twins from 'The Shining'.
"Night, darlings" called my mother as I guided the twins up the stairs to bed.
I opened the door to Emma's room and told her to get changed into her pajamas while I sorted out Aiden. You see, Aiden had a problem with 'wetting the bed' so I had to help out with provisions every night. It wasn't his fault though, he just got horrible nightmares.
"Come on Aiden, you know better then that," I scowled at him while taking his glass of water from him, "No drinking before bed!"
"Sorry, Vi"
I laid out his special, absorbent mat on his bed and put him in his 'pull ups' and pajamas. I called to Emma to go brush her teeth and told Aiden to do the same. Once they were all ready, I tucked them both in and kissed them goodnight. I walked into my room and flopped onto the bed. It was hard having younger siblings whose mother didn't give a crap about them. Why have more kids? The woman never even liked me that much so why continue?
I pulled the bobble out of my hair and let my mass of brown curls hang from my head like dying snakes. A rather beautiful sight, might I add. It was quite a warm summer night, so I opened my bedroom window and slept in an oversized tshirt and underwear. I was still too hot though.
Eventually I drifted off to sleep, not even noticing the odd shadow that lingered by my ajar window.
Cold air. That's all I could feel. The cold air rushing through by hair and chilling my skin. I was too hot a second ago, what happened? I managed to force myself to open my eyes to see what the bloody hell was going on. I regretted this decision.
"What the h-" I began saying at the sight of clouds in front of me but stopped myself short when I looked up at the thing that was holding me. A shadow. A translucent, dark shadow had lifted me into the night sky and was taking me God knows where. It couldn't have been an ordinary Sunday night, could it?
"W-who are you? What do you want?" I stuttered, unsure how to react. If I flipped out, he could drop me and I definetly didn't want that when I was 2,000 ft off the ground.
Instead of answering, the shadowed silhouette picked up his speed as we floated through the sky. The shadow conjured a vile filled with glowing dust and sprinkled it over my head and I began to feel drowsy. Oh no. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep. D-don't fall a-asleep...
2 hours later
"Why's he brought her here? We don't take girls. We take boys!" cried an unfamiliar voice. Where am I? Was I dreaming about the shadowy man before? I forced open my tired eyes to see I was lay on the ground, in nothing but a tshirt and underwear might I add, and I was in the presence of a large number of boys.
I reacted by trying to move but realised that they'd tied my hands and feet togther. Perfect. I can't see this going terribly wrong for me.
"Woah, boys! She's awake" called one of the boys. The crowd before me went deadly silent and all eyes were on me. I don't know how I didn't wee myself in fear but I was holding on.
"Who are you people?" I questioned, looking from face to face and not seeing anybody I recognised.
"We're the Lost Boys but the real question is, who are you?" said one of them. He was hooded but I could see small strands of blonde hair and a red scar on his face.
"Wait a minute... the Lost Boys? As in Peter Pan?" I asked, chuckling slightly at how ridiculous this was. Apparently, I was the only one in a laughing mood. Or any good mood at all.
The hooded one whipped out a spear and pointed it directly at me. "You do not laugh at the great Peter Pan! He's our leader and our friend and he always wins"
I rolled my eyes. "Sounds like an asshole, if you ask me"
That also wasn't received well. Now twenty spears were pointed in my general direction.
I started to panic a lot until a voice broke up the crowd.
"Boys, what are you doing?"
The Lost Boys seperated and made a path for the unknown boy directly to me. As soon as I saw his charming smile and dazzling green eyes, I knew who it was. It was Peter Pan himself.
His eyes landed on the half- naked and all-terrified me and he looked shocked. He turned to the hooded guy.
"Did my shadow bring her here?"
"Yes, sir"
He looked at me again and smiled a rather devilish smile. "Well then, he obviously sees something special in you"
I was frozen, incapable of speech or movement. This was actually real. Peter Pan was stood right in front of me. The fairytale legend, the hero dressed in green, the boy who never grew up was stood 2 ft away from me.
