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Book and Music Lover

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I'm sorry the first few chapters have so little Peter in it, but just you all wait! Peter will be in most of my chapters for sure!

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Here is Chapter Two, it is more basic info, but will be important for the fic!

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My Everything

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Treasure Of The Chest

"So you still haven't gotten that chest open?" Jake asked me as he tried to strike me with his foil; his fencing sword. I quickly parried out of the way and did the same to him, while shaking my head no. It has been a whole week now, and I still haven't been able to find a key for that chest. I even helped my mother clean the entire house from top to bottom, finding a bunch of useless junk, but no key. It seemed almost hopeless now, the key could be anywhere.

Also, that shadow seems to keep coming back! I don't scream anymore, but whatever the shadow was, it was trying to get into that chest. Something was in there and the shadow wanted it, and that thought made me want to know what was inside the damn thing. I was so curious it was driving me nuts! My imagination went wild as I tried to figure out was in the chest. Money? Gold? Treasure? Maybe it was something dark like the shadow's body or something! Whatever it was, it was going to drive me nuts if I don't find out what it is soon. Blocking my attack Jake caught me off guard, stabbing me in the chest with his weapon.

"Like I said, I can always break open the lock for you." He claimed, pulling off his fencing mask. I did the same, shaking my brown hair out of my face.

"No that's fine. The key is bound to be in the house somewhere." I stated, looking up at the large house with a sigh. Jake and I were out in the backyard practicing our fencing, a hobby we both took up back in California. It was something we did when our parents claimed we needed to spend more time together. Jake was a natural at it, he seemed to move more freely when he fought while I on the other hand was rather poor at it. I have came a long way from when I first started, I could at least hold Jake off for a good half hour to an hour. "It just seems like I'm cheating if you break it open."

Jake chuckled, and raised a brow. "Sis, it's a lock. It's not like its some sort of game." I simply shrugged my shoulders, slipping back on my mask. It may have not seemed like a game to Jake, but it did to me. It was like a mystery case and I needed clues to find the key and simply breaking the lock took all the fun in finding out what was in it. Sure it was driving me completely crazy, I hated taking the short way through anything. My father raised me better than that. He once told me that to get the best out of something I wanted, taking the long way was always the most worthwhile, the longest route always brought the most happiness. I believed him, ever since I was a young girl.

"Let's go, another round." I claimed, getting back into my stance. Jake nodded his head, slipping his own before getting into the stance. We went for another good forty five minutes, our main work out of the day before heading back inside.

My father was busy at the school, getting things organized for the end of summer and my mother was in the kitchen making dinner. Sophia was in her room with her music blasting as he practiced her ballet. Like I said, she was a princess, and all princess did ballet, right?

"I'm going to jump in the shower." Jake was already half ways up the stairs as I walked into the kitchen, setting my things on the table.

"How was your session?" My mother asked, looking up from her pot of steaming homemade chicken noodle soup. I loved her cooking, the best in all of, well, anywhere! She had an amazing talent for food, and everyone keeps telling her to open her own restaurant or something, but she just doesn't listen!

I shrugged my shoulders, opening the fridge and grabbing a drink. "It was ok, I don't think I'm getting any better though." My mother smiled at me, returning back to her food. "Oh hush darling, I bet your doing great. Jake always speaks highly of you when your father asks."

"I bet he is only saying that since he has to," I laughed slightly, seating myself at the table, taking another swig of my drink. "He's so good at it, he's like a natural!" I slumped down in my seat, "Jake is awesome at fencing and Sophia dances, it seems like I don't have a certain talent of my own."

"Now don't you go saying that Jade." My mother scolded, waving her wooden spoon -- that she was using to stir dinner with -- at me. "You are a very talented young girl."

"Then name three things I can do better than Jake and Sophia." I challenged her with a slight smirk on my face. I doubted she would find three things, I couldn't even find one let alone three!

My mother thought for a second before smiling, "your an amazing artist, you have great taste for decorating and you have a wild imagination. I seen those stories you written, hidden in those notebooks and such."

"Mom!" I cried, "you weren't suppose to read those! That's invasion of privacy!" "These is nothing private of leaving your books open on your bed." My mother smiled mischievously, "now go wash up, you stink."

"Thanks mom." I mumbled sarcastically, grabbing my things and dragging myself up to my bedroom to get out of my gear. I opened my door, throwing my mask and foil to the bed, before taking off my gear.

I grabbed some clothes out of my closet and threw them on my bed before putting my gear away in its rightful place in my closet. I was really picky about things like that, I was like my father. Everything had a rightful place and that is where they should be when they are done with. Stretching my arms over my head I yawned.

My shower felt amazing against my skin and sore muscles. I haven't actually fenced in a while so I was all out of shape for it. Towel drying my hair, I walked downstairs to see my father enter the house.

"Hey daddy." I called, as he smiled at me, kissing me on the forehead. "Hey honey, how was your day?" I explained my day to him as he nodded, shedding his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. We made our way to the kitchen where Jake and Sophia were helping mom with setting the table.

Dinner has always been a big thing with my family, it was the only time we all got to spend together as a family due to all our busy schedules. Sure, it wasn't that busy now seeing we just moved here, but it will be once we get back into school. I would be in my eleventh year, Jake in his twelfth and Sophia was just getting into the ninth, so we will all be attending the same school. Jake was into fencing, -- so was I, but not as much as Jake -- Sophia was into her dance and I was more into writing club and art club so we were always busy. Even through our hustle and bustle it is nice to actually sit down with my family and have dinner. Not many families do that anymore, not in this society at least.

"Jade do you mind cleaning the attic while Jake does the basement with me?" My mother asked, handing me my second bowl of soup. I nodded my head, "for sure."

"Good, and Sophia you'll come with me to the school again." My father smiled as Sophia sighed, but nodded her head anyways. I knew she wanted to laze about and watch tv, that's just how she was.

Dinner passed by quickly as Sophia and my father set out, Jake and my mom heading downstairs, and I'm standing at the spot where there was a staircase hidden in the ceiling. Looking up I could see the string that I had to pull to reveal the secret -- though it wasn't much of a secret -- staircase. I stood on my tippy toes and reached for the string, but due to my 5'4 height, I just couldn't reach.

"Dammit!" I cried as I jumped, my fingers barely brushing the small knot at the end of the string. I was very, and I mean very sensitive about my height. I hated the fact that I was short when everyone else was tall! Even for an Asian, Jake was tall! He was 5'9, and Sophia was taller than me standing 5'5. How sad is it when your younger sister is taller than you? Very, believe me. With a huff I walked into Jake's room which was the closest and grabbed the chair that sat next to his desk.

Finally pulling down the staircase I pushed Jake's chair back and went to do the cleaning. Getting up into the attic, I couldn't believe how dirty it was! Cobwebs covered almost every inch of the attic and everything in the attic. I grimaced as I walked around, looking at the old junk that was laying around. Might as well get to work.

Cleaning took me -- what I figured -- forever! I finish one section and realize it wasn't even one tenth of the room yet! I found pictures upon pictures of my grandparents and great grandparents, their friends and family. I found old toys and ordainments that would decorate the house at one point. I found a few books too, and they must have been homemade due to the messy scribbles and such for the font. I kept a few of the more legible ones to read later on, maybe it would help me with some of my stories, who knew?

"Hey, mom was wondering if you had the broom up here." Jake claimed as he walked up the stairs, peeking his head over the floor boards of the attic.

"Yeah, it's just behind you." I called, pushing a trunk of stuff to the side, figuring mom might want to keep them. They were old photo albums and such so I thought they would be worthy in keeping. "Jake, did you find a key down there?" I asked, looking at him. He simply shook his head, "I don't think the key is in the house Jade. Just brake the damn thing off will ya?"

I shook my head, "I know it's here somewhere. I just know it!" Rolling his eyes he went back downstairs leaving me to do my cleaning. The key had to be here, somewhere. It was that certain gut feeling I had, where you know something is here, but you just don't know where. Do you know how unbelievably frustrating that is? It's like trying to slam a revolving door! Ok, well that's physically impossible, but you get my drift.

Out of all that cleaning I only claimed a good handful of books, which sat at the edge of my bed. I stared at them for a moment, eyeing their appearance before actually picking one up. I brushed the cover off, revealing the title, which was a bit messy, but legible none the less. My Neverland Adventure by Wendy Darling. I picked up the next book and did the same, reading; The Neverland Adventure Continues by Jane. No last name at all. I frowned, I have never heard of anything known as Neverland. What was Neverland suppose to mean?

I started with the book by Wendy, reading about her adventure in this so called Neverland. It spoke of Indian tribes, fearsome pirates, fairies and a tribe of lost boys. The leader, and main character I believed was a boy by the name of Peter Pan. Even in the second book by Jane, Peter Pan was once again the main character. The stories were based around Peter's group against a group of Pirates that were lead by a man named Captain James Hook, who, ironically had a hook for a right hand. In Wendy's book I discovered that Peter had cut off Hook's right hand therefore was replaced with a hook. It was rather funny actually, Captain Hook who had a hook for a hand. It must have been a pun or something.

"Jade, were heading to bed now." My mother said, peeking her head into my room. "Night."

"Night mom." I said, my nose still in the children's book. I heard the door shut before closing Jane's book. There was still one book left on the bed as I reached for it. Secrets by, and then the rest was blank. There was no author or no evidence of anything being written there. I frowned, before opening the book.

'This will be the last book I write. My last words on this planet, and my last words to the person who finds this book. My time has come and I am ready to go, but I fear he will come searching for my secret possession and not be able to find it. It has been years since he returned, but I know one day he will.' I read, turning the page for there were pictures drawn on the bottom. What the pictures where, I didn't know. It was too hard to make out, and I was having troubles trying to actually read the words. 'In my room is a chest, a old red and blue one, which is padlocked shut. Inside is my greatest treasure and memory I have from Neverland.' I quickly looked at the chest, it was indeed red and blue. I quickly looked back at the book. What did the author mean by their last memory in Neverland? Wasn't Neverland a made up world in the children's book I just read?! I quickly flipped the page, there must be the key's location in here somewhere! Scanning through the words I tried to find out any page that could hold where the key was.

'My chest has been locked for years now as I waited for Peter's return. When he will come, I don't know, but when he does, I do hope he finds the treasure of mine. It is much his treasure as mine.' I flipped the page again, mumbling to myself. Come on! Tell me where the key was already-!! 'I have kept the key safe for years now, hidden away until Peter's return. Though, now my time has come, I leave the key in your hands. In my room, under the chest is a floorboard that can be pulled out. Inside will be a music box that will contain the key,' that was enough for me as I dropped the book, rolling off the bed. I quickly pushed the chest to the side, and dropped to my knees, feeling each floor board. Nothing, there was no moveable board! The chest must had been in a different spot.

For the next ten minutes I walked around my room on my hands and knees, feeling each floorboard. I finally found it, under the large window. Pulling the board upwards, there was indeed a music box. Slipping it out, I put the floorboard back, and opened the box. Soft music floated out of the box, a boy in green and a tiny fairy was the dancing figure in the middle. Carved on the inside of the wooden box was the initials P.P and W.D, Peter Pan and Wendy Darling. I ran my fingers over the engravement before opening the compartments for the key.

"Where is it." I mumbled softly, as I dug through the paper and other trinkets, finally feeling the cool metal against my fingers. Pulling it out slowly I smiled, this is where I win. Putting the box down, I rushed to the chest, unlocking it. A soft click was heard as my heart began to beat against my chest, as I pulled the pad lock off, dropping it to the floor. My fingers trembled as I grasped the top of the chest as I took a deep breath. What secret could this chest hide? What treasure did the chest hold? What treasure belonged to Wendy Darling and Peter Pan?

Taking a deep breath I threw the top open, as I slowly peered in. The chest was basically empty, no gold, no shining treasures, nothing that made my heart skip a beat. At the bottom of the chest was a small clothed package. I slipped my hand in and grasped the material and examined it. Why would someone have a chest so big for something so small?

Unwrapping the treasure, I wondered what it could be. Maybe a ring? Maybe this Peter and Wendy were lovers? Getting my hopes up, it quickly fell as I finally unwrapped the package.

"What the hell?" I gasped as I looked down at the 'treasure'. All my cleaning and searching for this blasted key, all my time wasted in discovering this hidden treasure was all fora stupid, "thimble!?"