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Okay, so I've read stories like this before (you know, like Peter Pan, Wendy, and the gang are all at school) and some have been alright and others have been AMAZING! So I wanted to add mine to the mix.
Hope you like it!
Welcome to Neverland High. Proud home of the Crocodiles.
School Colors: Green and Gold
Unfortunately, were also the home of…
… The Pirates, gang number one, bullies who'd transferred over from a neighboring school
… The Lost Boys, gang number two, the popular group of guys here, that try to get into every girl's pants
… The Mermaids, the cheerleaders, enough said, let The Lost Boys and The Pirates into their tiny little skirts whenever they so please
… The Fairies, popular, smart, pretty girls who always have a real guy, not a stupid one from one of our school's two gangs
… The Indians, the only people with enough guts to stand up to the Pirates and Lost Boys
… and then there's just me. I don't fit into any of the groups. I'm just Wendy.
Where do I fit in?
Class project assignment time. The worst possible time at this school I already hated enough as it was. I raised my hand and smiled sweetly at the teacher.
"Is it possible that we could do this project with out a partner? Like, alone?" I asked.
"Wendy, Darling," Oh, how I hated the way she used my name like that, "Where would the fun in that be?" The teachers didn't understand me. No one did, except for my only two friends, Belle and Lily, and my brothers, John and Michael.
Belle and Lily were what most people would call social butterflies. Belle was a fairy and Lily was an Indian. They knew everyone at the school, and through some strange miracle, I managed to snag the two of them for my best friends. It's too bad that none of their friends like me.
Belle was, in all ways, stunning. She was tiny, five foot nothing at the most, with cute features like her bright blue eyes, made even prettier with her makeup, and shining, curly blonde hair that reached her waist. She, even being a freshman like me, always had a guy hanging off her arm, none of whom lasted for more than two weeks. Her personality was as lovely as she was. She was kind, generous, and sweet but both Belle and I knew that she had a very mean side that only arose when she was jealous. But Belle rarely had anyone to be jealous of.
Lily was also beautiful, but quite the opposite of Belle. She had straight chocolate brown hair with natural red highlights that only showed when she stood in the sunlight. Her dark eyes matched her tan complexion. She played basketball, the sophomore star of our Varsity team, and her five foot eight height certainly helped her. Lily had guy friends, most liked her, but to her they were only friends. There was Peter, Thomas, James, Collin, Sam, Smith, and many more, but never once had I seen her with a boyfriend. Belle and I blamed "commitment issues."
And then there was me.
I was fair-skinned with plain, dull brown hair at a mediocre height of five four. There was nothing even remotely special about me. I hated being myself and wished I could have more like my two best friends. No one thought about me very much, giving them reason not to like me. You can't like someone you don't know.
"Now, class to avoid any possible distractions and late projects, I've already picked your partners for you." Cue the groans from the dimwits I am ashamed to call my classmates. I made no sound, but this particular piece of news was worse for me. It meant I had to talk to someone, one of those shit-for-brains who didn't understand what I had to go through.
I turned around in my seat to look at Belle and Lily. The two of them apologized to me with their eyes.
"The list is outside. Please check it after class or after school and make sure to talk to your partner before you leave campus." A million hands seemed to shoot up at once.
"Peter," the teacher called. The cocky boy relaxed in his chair a bit and smiled his signature little smirk that was barely noticeable, yet it still made most girls' hearts flip.
"What are the minimal requirements for this project?" The teacher sighed.
"Peter, you need an A to pass this class. For you, there are no minimal requirements. You need to exceed at this, go above and beyond my expectations…"
"That doesn't answer my question." Cue the teacher's exasperated second sigh at the failing student.
"A visual representation with at two examples and an instructional video to teach the class about your assigned unit."
Each of the pairs had been assigned a unit from our textbook to cover. They had to teach the class about it to help review for our final. It was stupid for this class to even be doing. Most teachers gave out review packets, but not ours. No, she had to make us do a project.
The rest of the class passed painfully slow, for each and every one of us, eager to see who our partner was to be. At long last, the shrill bell rang in my ears and the class flooded out around me as I collected my things, Belle and Lily waiting for me.
"I hope I got partnered with James!" Belle squealed excitedly. "He's so cute!"
"I thought you though that he was 'so last year,'" Lily retorted.
"But have you seen him this year? Oh my God, his hair is amazing and when I saw him in that hat the other day I nearly fell over!" Both Lily and I rolled our eyes.
"Stinkin' fairy can't make up her mind," Lily muttered under her breath, so quietly it was only audible to me. Lily removed her Ipod from her pocket and began untangling her headphones. We walked out of the classroom together, and turned to look at the partner list, where most people had disappeared from, having already read their partner's name.
"James!" Belle exclaimed happily. "This is going to be so much fun. And he's decently smart, so we're sure to pass."
"Collin, a Lost Boy," Lily said with no real enthusiasm. "He's cool, I guess."
I scanned the double-spaced, font size ten list for my name. I found it right next to the one person I prayed not to be with, Peter Pan.
Peter Pan was a Junior, and failing our Algebra 3-4 class. He was cocky, sometimes too much for his own good, and wrestled on the varsity team. His anorexic girlfriend often made snarky comments that should have offended me, but didn't. Her name was Amber; she was a cheerleader.
We referred to the cheerleaders as "the mermaids." Why? The judgmental group of nine was always seated on the ledge of the large fountain, constructional pride of our large outdoor campus, that sat in the middle of our school's courtyard. Boys, every single one of them, flocked around them hoping that maybe they would choose him. But the mermaid didn't have boyfriends, they had hookups. The guys didn't seem to mind this little fact.
Peter Pan was the leader of "The Lost Boys." I hated their whole group with a passion. They were the tight jeans wearing skaters with the straight hair that covered their eyes, the boys that every girl dreamed of having. They often pushed girls too far, only to break up with them a week later. Lily was friends with all of them, but they never dared cross her. Peter Pan was the worst of them all. He was undeniably handsome with his bright blue eyes that drove girls wild, and muscles, including a rumored six-pack, probably gained from wrestling practice. Amber was only his latest achievement, their wild escapades already famous throughout the school. But quite honestly, I wasn't interested in how Amber whored herself around when Peter's pants were down.
The Lost Boys hated The Pirates, half of our school's football team, bullies who'd transferred over from Wilhollow High when it was closed. James, a senior and Belle's latest crush, was the leader of them. Smith was his right-hand man. Their group didn't actually differ much from The Lost Boys, only their dress separated their girl-catching ways. The Pirates tended to dress more Oxford preppy like, with semi baggy jeans and button-up shirts and polos that showed off their strong arms and their hard abs under their shirts.
They were rivals mostly because they were competing for head of the school. Girls were like points to them, how many could they get? Whoever had the most girls at the time was the current head of the school. I didn't keep up with that sort of thing, but Lily and Belle and everyone else at the school was, and according to the rumors, The Lost Boys were currently in the lead, by a lot.
"Peter," I groaned out his name again. Belle and Lily smiled to themselves.
"He's cute," Lily said. Lily rarely talked about guys like that. I rolled my eyes.
"He's a dumb ass. I can't do this project with him. We'll never pass!"
"Wendy Darling," said a voice from behind me. "That's no way to talk about your new partner." The voice was all-too familiar. I turned around and pressed my left index finger to my temple.
"You better not screw this up for me, Peter," I threatened him, not making eye contact with him for fear of getting lost in his. I might have hated him, but damn he was hot. "Or I swear I'll make you pay."
"How so?" His finger was below my chin, forcing my head up to look up at him. "How are you, Wendy Darling, going to make me, Peter Pan of The Lost Boys, pay?"
"I'm not sure yet. But I can promise you, your life will be a living hell." I jerked my head from his hand and walked away, Belle and Lily following closely behind.
"Wendy!" Belle's voice daintily called after me.
"Wendy freaking Darling! Can you slow down?" Lily shouted.
"I can, but I won't!" I walked faster.
"By The Mermaids Wendy! Why didn't you go out for track?" Belle cursed.
"Or sign up for a power-walking marathon or something?" Lily added. Finally, I stopped. Lily and Belle ran into each other as they tried to stop beside me. They picked themselves up, each holding her hand to her head.
"I hate Peter Pan," I grumbled.
"We know," they replied in unison.
"How can I do this? He's not single…"
"But he cheats on Amber all the time and she couldn't care less."
"Wasn't finished, Belle, thanks," I admonished her sarcastically. "Anyway, he's not single, but I'll be spending more time with him that his girlfriend does, and damn is he hot and, oh, did I mention that I hate him?" I looked at them wide-eyed. "And he's going to bring me down with this stupid project! I need an A! How am I going to pull this one off?"
"I'm not quite sure if you'll ever like him, but this is me we're talking about, so obviously, I have a plan," Lily replied with a wave of her hand. "Belle, we have some serious work cut out for us. Lunch, the usual spot, and we'll go over the plan." The three of us smiled in unison and as I wrapped my hoodie tighter around my slim, curveless figure, we all headed our separate directions to our next class.
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