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Bayla Returns

Chapter One
Third Person POV

Ten-year-olds Jim Hawkins and Bayla Lydia sat in the dining room of the Benbow Inn, looking out the window at the stars.

"Do you really believe Treasure Planet's out there, Jimmy?" Bayla asked.

"Of course I do!" Jim replied. "Don't you?"

Bayla shrugged. "Seems too good to be true..."

Jim frowned, thinking of his friend's poverty-stricken family. He wished he could help them.

"What would you do with the treasure, Jimmy?" Bayla asked with a tired yawn.

"I would make the Benbow bigger and better than ever," Jim said. "What about you?"

"I'd buy my family a big house," she paused. "We'd never have to worry about money again..."

Jim looked at Bayla. "Promise we'll discover Treasure Planet together?"

"I promise." Bayla gave Jim a small smile.

It was only one week later that Bayla disappeared. Jim was heartbroken at the loss of his best friend. He tried talking to Mr. and Mrs. Lydia on many occasions about what had happened to Bayla, but they only said that she was safe.

Safe where?

They never told him.

All of Bayla's pictures, clothes, books, everything that belonged to her, was packed into boxes and stored away in the attic. No one dared speak a word about her. What had happened that made her own parents forget about her? Jim vowed to find Treasure Planet and use its treasure to find Bayla, or at least find out what happened to her.

"I promise, Bay," Jim whispered to the stars on the night she disappeared. "I'll find you..."

~Nine Years Later~
Jim's POV

I sulked down the stairs and into the dining room, clenching my fists at my side. Customers stared at me; those who remembered what day it was looked away, but most didn't know about Bayla, so they kept on watching me.

It had been two years since I helped find Treasure Planet. It had been three months since I became an official Spacer. And it had been nine years to the day since Bayla disappeared.

"Good morning, Jim," B.E.N. greeted kindly.

I stormed past him and into the kitchen. I heard B.E.N. ask if something was wrong but I didn't respond. I heard my mother answer for me, simply saying that today was a hard anniversary for me. I grunted as I took a bowl out of the cabinet and grabbed a box of cereal from the counter.

I heard the door open and then a sigh from Mom. "Jim-"

I slammed the cereal box on the counter, gripping it tightly out of anger. "I promised I'd find her," I growled lowly. "But what have I been doing the last two years? Rebuilt the Benbow and become a Spacer... I promised to use the treasure to find her!" I clenched my fists, digging my nails into the palm of my hand.

"Jim, I know you miss her but," she paused. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe... maybe Bayla's dead?"

I spun around to look at her, glaring daggers at my mother. "Don't you dare say that!" I yelled. "If she were dead, her parents would have told me!"

I left the kitchen quickly and went to the front door. "Jim!" Mom called after me desperately, but I didn't listen.

I slammed the door shut behind me, grabbing my solar surfer on the way out. I jumped on it as soon as I got outside and kicked the back pedal to start the engine. I took off through the sky, going higher and higher by the second. Soon, I was up with the clouds. I felt somewhat better being alone in the sky. It was so peaceful.

"Look out!" a female voice yelled before crashing into me.

We both started to fall. I hit the pedal a few times with my heel and restarted the engine easily. But I noticed that the girl was spiraling downward out of control. I turned the front of my surfer down at an angle to descend quickly but safely.

I watched the girl and noticed that she was slamming on the pedal on her surfer aggressively. I reached my arm out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her onto my solar surfer. She grabbed the bar and stared down at hers, which was tumbling through the air to the ground.

The girl groaned. "I made that surfer last week," she complained.

"Uh, you're welcome," I said smartly.

"Whatever," she mumbled and I raised an eyebrow at her. She sighed. "Thanks... Now can you let me down?"

I nodded and a few minutes later, reached the ground. She jumped off and examined the broken pieces of her solar surfer. She blew a few strands of Raven black hair out of her face and crossed her arms.

"What happened?" I asked her.

She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "You were going too slow and I was in a rush," she began before kicking a few pieces of stray metal into a pile. "Looked over my shoulder and turned back just in time to yell a warning..." She knelt down and pressed the pedal on her solar surfer with her fingers. "The petal got jammed..."

"Do you want me to repair your solar surfer for you?" I asked politely.

She scowled and glared at me from under the hood of her dark sweatshirt. "Do I look helpless? I know how to repair-"

She was cut off by police sirens and she looked up, her face paling. She looked back at me. "You never saw me," she said sternly.

She ran away before I could stop her.

Ok, so if you're in the Percy Jackson fandom, go check out Lost_Heroes, it's a wattpad account that me and my friend run so, yeah... also on wattpad, check out my Ouat Peter Pan story 'Felix's Sister', I think the title says enough about it. As well as my original story 'Ten to One'. Here's a summary in case you're interested:

If you could have ten chances, ten 'lives', to be seconds away from death but survive, would you be grateful? Sure. Most people would be. And most people were. But I wasn't. Every time I saw the numbers lining my arms, I scowled. Four. That's what I was on. Four. Why couldn't I have used up the Chances by now?

I'm only nineteen, about to graduate high school as valedictorian. My teachers loved me but my classmates hated me. You'd think they'd give me more respect. It wasn't everyday you found someone in stage four of cancer. It was once very common but when the Chances appeared, about 98% of cancer patients lived, never reaching stage four. Because of this phenomenon, I didn't worry much when I was diagnosed.

Then I went from 10 chances to 9, then 8, and 7... And the numbers continued to lower, lining my arms like a death sentence. When I hit four I realized that there was one thing I wanted to do before I died: Find out where the Chances came from and why they were here.

So, don't forget to tell me what you think! I'll try to update soon. Wattpad link is in my profile.

Have a blessed day,
~Nydroj