Maybe I shouldn;t call it an attic, it's just the highest room in the house, it was big enough to be a nursery, and used to be my room until I was six. Mom said it was "too drafty" and moved me to the room overlooking the bird's nest in the large tree besides the house. The only thing I remembered about the room was staring at the North Star from my bed at night, outside the large window, which was now locked. It was now served as a room to hold old boxes, my old crib, and things passed down from generations, the things Mom didn't want the kids to get a hold of.
I opened the window slightly because the room had been incredibly stuffy. I walked over to a shelf against the wall to put the jug on, in doing so I tripped on an old chest with my name carved into the wood. I traced the letters with my finger, wipping away a lot of dust. I unlatched the hook and flipped the heavy lid to reveal my childhood. One by one I pulled out memories long forgotten. My old ballet tutu was a pale pink and I hardly believed that I was ever that tiny. A silver baton, tap shoes, and silly drawings were spread out on the wooden floor and I couldn't help but smile at all those memories I kept tucked in the hidden corners of my mind. The most odd thing I pulled out, however, was a cardboard sword and a green hat that had a red feather sticking out from it. I had absolutly no memory of these items but put the hat on and gazed at the sword wondering where I got them from. As I took into consideration they were gifts from crazy Aunt Eileen from one of her many trips to countries I can't even pronounce, something in the corner caught my eye. I glanced over my should and saw my shadow, complete with the ridiculous hat and childish sword, dancing in the candle light. It seemed oddly familiar and stared at the shadow dancing on the light as if it had all the answers in the world.
I don't know how long I stood their smiling at the wall (was I totally loosing my mind?) but I was snapped out of the gaze by a small creek and saw the window wide open. An extreme amount of fear arose in me and the butterflies in my stomach were having butterflies in their stomachs. I was not alone in the attic. Slowly I turned around, ready to dash out the door at the first sign of danger.
Suddenly the hat was snatched from my head, but there was nobody there. Paralyzed with fear I stood there. "There it is!" a young boyish voice said in amusement. I looked up and saw a young boy, throwing the hat in the air, and having it land perfectly on his head. I was speechless as he floated in mid air above me. He hovered over me and inspected me deeply confused gaze. "Boy, you sure don't look like the Moira I remember." He flipped backwards and landed lightly on the hardwood floor as a ball of light emerged from his pocket.
I fell to my knees, feeling like jello, trying to piece this all together. I'm dreaming, that has to be it. I pinched myself and, while rubbing the pain away, came to the conclusion I was going crazy, yes, that has to be it. Funny farm, here I come. The ball of light dashed around me head inspecting what the boy had just said and darted in the purple jug on the pile of books next to the trunk.
"The Moira you remember?" I choked out not sure if it made sense. "Who are you?" The flash of light took offense to this and dashed around pinching my skin and tugging at my hair. The floating boy captured her in my hat and held her their until she stopped jumping around. "You don't remember me? I'm Peter Pan! Don't you remember, Moira?"
He had let the flash of light, he called Tinkerbell, go and she hovered over his head before landing on his shoulder as if he was about to tell the most interesting story ever and she got the best seat. "Remember what?" I snapped still not sure if I was talking to anyone except an attic room.
"You were my mother! Captain Hook almost killed you when his sword caught your jacket on the mast. But I saved you!" He pointed to himself, very pleased. He laughed as said, "I like this game, ask me another question!" I wasn't sure what to believe.
"And I suppose I flew on pixie dust and I told all the Lost Boys stories and we scampered through the forest eating berries and danced with Tiger Lilly." I said strictly being sarcastic.
"So you do remember!" He did a somersault in the air, excited and giddy, as Tinkerbell fell off his shoulder and nearly crashed to the floor.
I told him I was being sarcastic, and then I tried to explain what sarcastic meant, he finally cut me off, thinking he was being insulted, "It wasn't my fault you went away. I came back for you but you were gone." He had his back to me, his legs and arms crossed pouting as Shane would do. "Tink said you were becoming a grown up, you told me to go away," he pouted at the memory then continued, giving me a sour look. "but I came back to your new window and that's how I met Avery."
It sounds bad, but I had forgotten about Avery. Suddenly my senses were pouring back into me (okay not all my senses, I was still talking to a floating boy and his faithfull side-kick, the bright ball of light). "You have Avery? Where's Avery? Did you hurt her? If one hair on her body is hurt-"
"-she's sleeping in her bed, flying makes her tired." He sunk to the floor and grabbed the cardboard sword, comparing it to the one in his leather belt. "She came face to face with Hook, that codfish, he cut the strap off her pouch." He then fensed with his shadow showing me how he fought with Hook. I didn't stay to see who won, I ran down to Avery's bed.
I opened the window slightly because the room had been incredibly stuffy. I walked over to a shelf against the wall to put the jug on, in doing so I tripped on an old chest with my name carved into the wood. I traced the letters with my finger, wipping away a lot of dust. I unlatched the hook and flipped the heavy lid to reveal my childhood. One by one I pulled out memories long forgotten. My old ballet tutu was a pale pink and I hardly believed that I was ever that tiny. A silver baton, tap shoes, and silly drawings were spread out on the wooden floor and I couldn't help but smile at all those memories I kept tucked in the hidden corners of my mind. The most odd thing I pulled out, however, was a cardboard sword and a green hat that had a red feather sticking out from it. I had absolutly no memory of these items but put the hat on and gazed at the sword wondering where I got them from. As I took into consideration they were gifts from crazy Aunt Eileen from one of her many trips to countries I can't even pronounce, something in the corner caught my eye. I glanced over my should and saw my shadow, complete with the ridiculous hat and childish sword, dancing in the candle light. It seemed oddly familiar and stared at the shadow dancing on the light as if it had all the answers in the world.
I don't know how long I stood their smiling at the wall (was I totally loosing my mind?) but I was snapped out of the gaze by a small creek and saw the window wide open. An extreme amount of fear arose in me and the butterflies in my stomach were having butterflies in their stomachs. I was not alone in the attic. Slowly I turned around, ready to dash out the door at the first sign of danger.
Suddenly the hat was snatched from my head, but there was nobody there. Paralyzed with fear I stood there. "There it is!" a young boyish voice said in amusement. I looked up and saw a young boy, throwing the hat in the air, and having it land perfectly on his head. I was speechless as he floated in mid air above me. He hovered over me and inspected me deeply confused gaze. "Boy, you sure don't look like the Moira I remember." He flipped backwards and landed lightly on the hardwood floor as a ball of light emerged from his pocket.
I fell to my knees, feeling like jello, trying to piece this all together. I'm dreaming, that has to be it. I pinched myself and, while rubbing the pain away, came to the conclusion I was going crazy, yes, that has to be it. Funny farm, here I come. The ball of light dashed around me head inspecting what the boy had just said and darted in the purple jug on the pile of books next to the trunk.
"The Moira you remember?" I choked out not sure if it made sense. "Who are you?" The flash of light took offense to this and dashed around pinching my skin and tugging at my hair. The floating boy captured her in my hat and held her their until she stopped jumping around. "You don't remember me? I'm Peter Pan! Don't you remember, Moira?"
He had let the flash of light, he called Tinkerbell, go and she hovered over his head before landing on his shoulder as if he was about to tell the most interesting story ever and she got the best seat. "Remember what?" I snapped still not sure if I was talking to anyone except an attic room.
"You were my mother! Captain Hook almost killed you when his sword caught your jacket on the mast. But I saved you!" He pointed to himself, very pleased. He laughed as said, "I like this game, ask me another question!" I wasn't sure what to believe.
"And I suppose I flew on pixie dust and I told all the Lost Boys stories and we scampered through the forest eating berries and danced with Tiger Lilly." I said strictly being sarcastic.
"So you do remember!" He did a somersault in the air, excited and giddy, as Tinkerbell fell off his shoulder and nearly crashed to the floor.
I told him I was being sarcastic, and then I tried to explain what sarcastic meant, he finally cut me off, thinking he was being insulted, "It wasn't my fault you went away. I came back for you but you were gone." He had his back to me, his legs and arms crossed pouting as Shane would do. "Tink said you were becoming a grown up, you told me to go away," he pouted at the memory then continued, giving me a sour look. "but I came back to your new window and that's how I met Avery."
It sounds bad, but I had forgotten about Avery. Suddenly my senses were pouring back into me (okay not all my senses, I was still talking to a floating boy and his faithfull side-kick, the bright ball of light). "You have Avery? Where's Avery? Did you hurt her? If one hair on her body is hurt-"
"-she's sleeping in her bed, flying makes her tired." He sunk to the floor and grabbed the cardboard sword, comparing it to the one in his leather belt. "She came face to face with Hook, that codfish, he cut the strap off her pouch." He then fensed with his shadow showing me how he fought with Hook. I didn't stay to see who won, I ran down to Avery's bed.