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A very odd Peter Pan fanfic. I've always loved Peter – thought I'd put a new spin on NeverNeverLand. No mermaids, pirates that have actual personalities, a very strange tribe of Indians, only a few Lost Boys. Pan and the boys are older (14 or so). The croc is still around. Lots of mythical creatures, dragons, griffons, unicorns, etc., and as usual I do not own either "Peter Pan" or "Dinotopia," by James Gurney. (I was watching Dinotopia and the book was nearby, so…)
Anja opened the door to her small attic bedroom, entered, and closed the door, softly. She dumped her backpack on the bed with its dark green coverlet and sat down herself. The rain poured down outside her double- paned, circular window, set high in the wall, and pattered off the skylight. The walls made an interesting contrast to the wet world outside with their cheery yellow paint, which had definitely not been her first choice for paint color. She hadn't really had a say; the room had come like that when she'd come to this foster mother.
She wore an assortment of clothes found in thrift shops; a dusty-looking, sage-green overshirt with the cuff buttons missing, jean overalls a bit too long, and a white shirt underneath. Worn sneakers were on her feet, but she pulled them off as she sat down, showing white socks. Her brown hair, with its faint golden highlights, was in a short ponytail; loose, it just touched her shoulders. Freckles were spattered across her nose, and she was a bit shorter than average, built stocky and solid.
Anja groaned in annoyance, slumping back on the bed, and hit the play on her CD player, then yelped in pain when her foster-brother's music blasted out of it. "Damn him…" she growled, hitting the eject button. She stalked out the door and threw the disc into his room, then went back to hers. Anja put one of her discs in, and lay back again on the bed, an arm over her eyes.
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She woke up several hours later. The rain had stopped and the sun was just setting. Anja sat up and opened the window; the air outside was cool and moist. She rested her arms on the sill and her chin on her arms, then sighed softly. She glimpsed the spark of a star in the already darkening sky – but it seemed to be moving. Anja watched it dart around and stared at it. Then she laughed and shook her head. She'd been reading too many tales…
The cool air on her face was very soothing, and Anja soon managed to doze off, leaning on the sill. When she woke, she found someone watching her.
"Gods…" she whispered, as the green clad boy cocked his head at her and grinned a wild, reckless grin. "H'lo," he said cheerfully. "My name's Pan. What's yours?"
"Anja. Why?"
"No reason. Do you know stories?"
"Of…course. If you're Peter Pan, you must know a fair amount of stories already. Um…how about Dinotopia?" She pulled a green-bound book off her shelf and opened it to the first page. Pan looked over her shoulder. "I can't read. Read to me?"
"Alright… 'How I Discovered The Sketchbook. Nearly a year ago has gone by since I first made the discovery. I was tracking down some information on China when my eye fell upon a curious old leather-bound sketchbook…'"
An hour later, she was halfway through the book and her voice was sore. Peter was sitting on the bed, bright-eyed and eager for more, and his face fell when she closed the book. "Read me some more…"
Anja shook her head, then said, "If you come back tomorrow night, I will."
Pan perked up almost immediately and nodded. He bowed slightly to her and was out the window in a flash. Anja stared after him, then rolled her eyes and changed into her pajamas. A few moments later, she was asleep again.
A very odd Peter Pan fanfic. I've always loved Peter – thought I'd put a new spin on NeverNeverLand. No mermaids, pirates that have actual personalities, a very strange tribe of Indians, only a few Lost Boys. Pan and the boys are older (14 or so). The croc is still around. Lots of mythical creatures, dragons, griffons, unicorns, etc., and as usual I do not own either "Peter Pan" or "Dinotopia," by James Gurney. (I was watching Dinotopia and the book was nearby, so…)
Anja opened the door to her small attic bedroom, entered, and closed the door, softly. She dumped her backpack on the bed with its dark green coverlet and sat down herself. The rain poured down outside her double- paned, circular window, set high in the wall, and pattered off the skylight. The walls made an interesting contrast to the wet world outside with their cheery yellow paint, which had definitely not been her first choice for paint color. She hadn't really had a say; the room had come like that when she'd come to this foster mother.
She wore an assortment of clothes found in thrift shops; a dusty-looking, sage-green overshirt with the cuff buttons missing, jean overalls a bit too long, and a white shirt underneath. Worn sneakers were on her feet, but she pulled them off as she sat down, showing white socks. Her brown hair, with its faint golden highlights, was in a short ponytail; loose, it just touched her shoulders. Freckles were spattered across her nose, and she was a bit shorter than average, built stocky and solid.
Anja groaned in annoyance, slumping back on the bed, and hit the play on her CD player, then yelped in pain when her foster-brother's music blasted out of it. "Damn him…" she growled, hitting the eject button. She stalked out the door and threw the disc into his room, then went back to hers. Anja put one of her discs in, and lay back again on the bed, an arm over her eyes.
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She woke up several hours later. The rain had stopped and the sun was just setting. Anja sat up and opened the window; the air outside was cool and moist. She rested her arms on the sill and her chin on her arms, then sighed softly. She glimpsed the spark of a star in the already darkening sky – but it seemed to be moving. Anja watched it dart around and stared at it. Then she laughed and shook her head. She'd been reading too many tales…
The cool air on her face was very soothing, and Anja soon managed to doze off, leaning on the sill. When she woke, she found someone watching her.
"Gods…" she whispered, as the green clad boy cocked his head at her and grinned a wild, reckless grin. "H'lo," he said cheerfully. "My name's Pan. What's yours?"
"Anja. Why?"
"No reason. Do you know stories?"
"Of…course. If you're Peter Pan, you must know a fair amount of stories already. Um…how about Dinotopia?" She pulled a green-bound book off her shelf and opened it to the first page. Pan looked over her shoulder. "I can't read. Read to me?"
"Alright… 'How I Discovered The Sketchbook. Nearly a year ago has gone by since I first made the discovery. I was tracking down some information on China when my eye fell upon a curious old leather-bound sketchbook…'"
An hour later, she was halfway through the book and her voice was sore. Peter was sitting on the bed, bright-eyed and eager for more, and his face fell when she closed the book. "Read me some more…"
Anja shook her head, then said, "If you come back tomorrow night, I will."
Pan perked up almost immediately and nodded. He bowed slightly to her and was out the window in a flash. Anja stared after him, then rolled her eyes and changed into her pajamas. A few moments later, she was asleep again.
