Chapter Two
"But wait!" Mike protested. Sara, Mell and I turned and glared at him. Peter cocked his head.
"Oh yes, of course, you don't know how to fly," Peter passed over our heads and balanced on the bedpost, walking it nonchalantly like a tightrope, back and forth, back and forth. We gazed at him until his attention was brought back to us.
"Well?" Mell said impatiently.
"Oh right," Peter raised up off the bedpost and sat cross-legged in midair. We watched in amazement.
"Think happy thoughts," he said simply.
"Well, like what?" I asked.
"Anything. Happy thoughts. Hey, there you are Tink! What were you hiding in the drawer for?"
I bit my lip as I remembered closing the drawer quickly after getting the needle and thread. Tinker Bell rose from the drawer that she had opened with scissors and flew angrily to Peter's shoulder. She was but a ball of gold light when she flew, but as she rested, I saw she was wearing almost the same outfit as Peter's with the leaf-sewn dress and tiny slippers of wrapped up blades of grass. Her glistening golden wings created a glowing light about her, but perhaps it was the pixie dust.
"Let's see, happy thoughts." Mell scratched her head.
"Rivers," Sara muttered in her ear. Mell punched her arm, ears turning red.
"Shut up."
"How about our first adventure?" Good times, good times," I grinned, remembering our trip to Avonlea.
"I'd have to say the kareoke party from Shrek," Mike said, giving in.
"Running on Ice!" Sara exclaimed. Peter grinned at us. We grinned back, waiting to rise off the floor. But nothing happened.
"Oh, I forgot, just a little bit of pixie dust." Peter grabbed Tinker Bell off his shoulder before she could fly away and shook her over our heads, making a snowfall of golden glitter-type stuff, cover our heads. All of a sudden, my feet weren't touching the floor anymore. I gasped and looked down.
"Oh my-" I started, but couldn't finish as I soared around the hotel room. Sara whooped and did a couple of flips in the air, grabbing Mell's hands and spinning round and round faster and faster. Even Mike was up there. He floated, with his hands behind his head and his feet crossed.
"Comfortable," I slowed up next to him.
"Very," he said, grinning.
"Ready?" Peter yelled out.
"Oh yeah!" Sara zoomed back and forth over the bed and perching on the window seat. Peter opened the window and flew out, each of us following. I pushed Mike out first, who screamed and did a few somersaults in the air before regaining his balance. I spread my arms out and leaped, flying as fast as I could to catch up with Peter. Sara was behind me, shouting interesting exclamations and I could "Rock on!'s" echoing out the window as Mell joined us.
Ah, the joy of flight! Nothing could possibly describe it. It was incredible. I felt weightless and free. Though it was difficult catching up with Peter. We were all a lot slower than Peter was and he had to stop and wait for us half the time. The night was beautiful, there was a full moon and the sky was full of stars that served as our lanterns.
Our little group passed through some cloud and suddenly I saw something looming ahead. I gasped.
"Big Ben!" I exclaimed. The immense clock tower showed 12:15 in the morning. Peter slowly lowered himself down on the ledge. We all lowered beside him. Wow, the view was incredible up here. I felt so small as I looked over the whole of London, everything so very tiny as well. A small breeze cooled my face and I panted, smiling down at the street lamps.
"There it is!" Peter pointed, "Second star to the right and straight on till morning! Come on!" And off he went again, without giving us a chance to catch our breath. We quickly followed, not wanting to lose him. The star he was heading toward was right over the horizon and looked so very far away. But as we got closer, it got bigger and wider and brighter. There was a blasting light as we neared it and I squinted.
All of a sudden, there was another blinding light, but it was of the sun. I looked down. All I could see was ocean, blue, blue and more blue. The sky was just as blue and the sun shone down on the tiny net of islands below us. We were flying. And not through the airplane window. But really truly flying. I laughed in amazement and soared beside Peter on a puffy white cloud.
"So, there it is. Neverland." He grinned at me in pride of his homeland. Sara landed gracefully next to me and gazed in delight at the island full of green and blue and sparkle and adventure below us. Mell and Mike arrived last. They were panting.
"Flying is not-as easy-it is looks." Mike wheezed. I giggled and looked back at Peter.
"So when can we go down?"
"Right now," he said. But as soon as he said that, an explosion came from somewhere below us.
"DUCK!" Peter yelled and smacked himself down on the cloud just as a huge cannonball came screaming over us.
"What was that?" Mell panted, her voice shaking a bit after it had passed.
"Hook." Peter's eyes narrowed.
"As in Captain Hook?" I asked in disbelief.
Peter nodded. He flew up over the cloud and screamed down at a little ship in a harbor near shore.
"HEY HOOK! COME AND GET ME, YOU CODFISH!" He screeched at the top of his lungs. He turned to Tinker Bell, fluttering by his shoulder.
"Tink, take them to the Lost Boys. I'll handle this." Tink ruffled herself up, glared at us and motioned for us to follow, disappearing behind the cloud. We all jumped up to follow her.
"Hey, not so fast!" I yelled at her. Her tiny golden form was fading fast.
"Yeah, slow down!" Mell screamed. Tink obviously didn't care and flew all the faster. Then her form disappeared all together. There was nothing to do, but follow her direction. The island became bigger and more beautiful as we got closer. There was a big grove of trees where Tink had disappeared.
All of a sudden, an array of arrows and stones came flying at us.
"AAAHHH!" I screamed and tried to dodge and smacked into Mike. Sara's scream echoed mine. An arrow had struck her and she went tumbling down into the trees.
"SARA!" we cried in unison. Mell was ahead of us and dove straight through the branches. We followed, me hoping against hope it wasn't as bad as it had sounded.
"But wait!" Mike protested. Sara, Mell and I turned and glared at him. Peter cocked his head.
"Oh yes, of course, you don't know how to fly," Peter passed over our heads and balanced on the bedpost, walking it nonchalantly like a tightrope, back and forth, back and forth. We gazed at him until his attention was brought back to us.
"Well?" Mell said impatiently.
"Oh right," Peter raised up off the bedpost and sat cross-legged in midair. We watched in amazement.
"Think happy thoughts," he said simply.
"Well, like what?" I asked.
"Anything. Happy thoughts. Hey, there you are Tink! What were you hiding in the drawer for?"
I bit my lip as I remembered closing the drawer quickly after getting the needle and thread. Tinker Bell rose from the drawer that she had opened with scissors and flew angrily to Peter's shoulder. She was but a ball of gold light when she flew, but as she rested, I saw she was wearing almost the same outfit as Peter's with the leaf-sewn dress and tiny slippers of wrapped up blades of grass. Her glistening golden wings created a glowing light about her, but perhaps it was the pixie dust.
"Let's see, happy thoughts." Mell scratched her head.
"Rivers," Sara muttered in her ear. Mell punched her arm, ears turning red.
"Shut up."
"How about our first adventure?" Good times, good times," I grinned, remembering our trip to Avonlea.
"I'd have to say the kareoke party from Shrek," Mike said, giving in.
"Running on Ice!" Sara exclaimed. Peter grinned at us. We grinned back, waiting to rise off the floor. But nothing happened.
"Oh, I forgot, just a little bit of pixie dust." Peter grabbed Tinker Bell off his shoulder before she could fly away and shook her over our heads, making a snowfall of golden glitter-type stuff, cover our heads. All of a sudden, my feet weren't touching the floor anymore. I gasped and looked down.
"Oh my-" I started, but couldn't finish as I soared around the hotel room. Sara whooped and did a couple of flips in the air, grabbing Mell's hands and spinning round and round faster and faster. Even Mike was up there. He floated, with his hands behind his head and his feet crossed.
"Comfortable," I slowed up next to him.
"Very," he said, grinning.
"Ready?" Peter yelled out.
"Oh yeah!" Sara zoomed back and forth over the bed and perching on the window seat. Peter opened the window and flew out, each of us following. I pushed Mike out first, who screamed and did a few somersaults in the air before regaining his balance. I spread my arms out and leaped, flying as fast as I could to catch up with Peter. Sara was behind me, shouting interesting exclamations and I could "Rock on!'s" echoing out the window as Mell joined us.
Ah, the joy of flight! Nothing could possibly describe it. It was incredible. I felt weightless and free. Though it was difficult catching up with Peter. We were all a lot slower than Peter was and he had to stop and wait for us half the time. The night was beautiful, there was a full moon and the sky was full of stars that served as our lanterns.
Our little group passed through some cloud and suddenly I saw something looming ahead. I gasped.
"Big Ben!" I exclaimed. The immense clock tower showed 12:15 in the morning. Peter slowly lowered himself down on the ledge. We all lowered beside him. Wow, the view was incredible up here. I felt so small as I looked over the whole of London, everything so very tiny as well. A small breeze cooled my face and I panted, smiling down at the street lamps.
"There it is!" Peter pointed, "Second star to the right and straight on till morning! Come on!" And off he went again, without giving us a chance to catch our breath. We quickly followed, not wanting to lose him. The star he was heading toward was right over the horizon and looked so very far away. But as we got closer, it got bigger and wider and brighter. There was a blasting light as we neared it and I squinted.
All of a sudden, there was another blinding light, but it was of the sun. I looked down. All I could see was ocean, blue, blue and more blue. The sky was just as blue and the sun shone down on the tiny net of islands below us. We were flying. And not through the airplane window. But really truly flying. I laughed in amazement and soared beside Peter on a puffy white cloud.
"So, there it is. Neverland." He grinned at me in pride of his homeland. Sara landed gracefully next to me and gazed in delight at the island full of green and blue and sparkle and adventure below us. Mell and Mike arrived last. They were panting.
"Flying is not-as easy-it is looks." Mike wheezed. I giggled and looked back at Peter.
"So when can we go down?"
"Right now," he said. But as soon as he said that, an explosion came from somewhere below us.
"DUCK!" Peter yelled and smacked himself down on the cloud just as a huge cannonball came screaming over us.
"What was that?" Mell panted, her voice shaking a bit after it had passed.
"Hook." Peter's eyes narrowed.
"As in Captain Hook?" I asked in disbelief.
Peter nodded. He flew up over the cloud and screamed down at a little ship in a harbor near shore.
"HEY HOOK! COME AND GET ME, YOU CODFISH!" He screeched at the top of his lungs. He turned to Tinker Bell, fluttering by his shoulder.
"Tink, take them to the Lost Boys. I'll handle this." Tink ruffled herself up, glared at us and motioned for us to follow, disappearing behind the cloud. We all jumped up to follow her.
"Hey, not so fast!" I yelled at her. Her tiny golden form was fading fast.
"Yeah, slow down!" Mell screamed. Tink obviously didn't care and flew all the faster. Then her form disappeared all together. There was nothing to do, but follow her direction. The island became bigger and more beautiful as we got closer. There was a big grove of trees where Tink had disappeared.
All of a sudden, an array of arrows and stones came flying at us.
"AAAHHH!" I screamed and tried to dodge and smacked into Mike. Sara's scream echoed mine. An arrow had struck her and she went tumbling down into the trees.
"SARA!" we cried in unison. Mell was ahead of us and dove straight through the branches. We followed, me hoping against hope it wasn't as bad as it had sounded.