"I wont do it!" I screamed at my mother
"Yes, you will young lady," she retorted, "you are still my daughter, and you will do as I say!"
I couldn't believe her! After a relieving day with my brother and sister, I come home to find out that mother had already packed my things after we had left. She had told me the moment I entered the door that Roedean School would like me to attend Roedean a month early to make sure that I "fit" in. Well, I can assure them before they skip to conclusions, that I wont fit in, and that I refuse to. I still cant believe that after all my rebellion, my parents are still convinced I will grow out of what they think is a phase.
I stared at her blankly with my face soiled with tears once more, and looked around our living area. My sister Mai was sobbing on Charles' shirt, and my father - pitiful as he was - was left sitting on his bum doing absolutely nothing to help me. Apparently they had agreed on this together. My grandmother wasn't home, and I thanked God for that. Otherwise, more hell would have broken loose in our household, and things would conclude too many fatal injuries.
With such deep anger, and unknown frustration quickly eating me alive, I thought of what to do. It was clear to me that I couldn't run to the bathroom once again like I've always done in the past. Aggravated with these troubles, I simply seized my bag pack that I had put down on the couch in front of me, and rushed out the door. Running with all my might, I heard my mothers voice behind me calling out my name. With my eyes faint from the tears, I rushed down the street, and could honestly not care less where I was going.
Where am I going? What am I to do with myself now that I've run away from home? Have I really run away? What happens now to my dear kid sister Mai? What would Great-Grandmother think? Great grandmother. Oh, I hate how she's so far from me. I hate not having her here. What am I to do with myself? I haven't any amount of money with me here in England, and I've got no way of getting to my savings without parental consent, or ID. With these thoughts running through my head, and my anger growing larger and larger, I had absolutely no control over the sobs that I cried.
After my nonstop sprint passed our entire neighborhood, I slowed down my pace, and walked with my head looking down at my feet. I walked for what seemed like an eternity, and thought nothing more but of the days I spent playing, and laughing with Great-Grandmother Darling. Those were the days I enjoyed the most. The days I thought were the happiest days I've could ever live…but that's over now. It's all gone, and I doubt I'll ever have them back.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks, and sniffled my nose that has become quite stuffed up. After a few quick blinks to get rid of the excess tears in my eyes, I started to look in front of me, and breathe more regularly. I was planning to head towards Kensington Gardens. A place mother, and father would never think of going. They're too old to ever figure out where I've gone. The place where our old home was. Where great grandmother lived. They've grown old, and had forgotten everything about being a child.
I turned my bag to face the front of my body, and unzipped the main zipper. I had taken my CD player with me to our outing today, and was genuinely glad to have some good music to listen to while attempting to find my way around England and towards Kensington Garden. As I took out my CD player - stupid as I was - hadn't been looking where I was heading. While putting on my right earphone, I seemed to have bumped something, or someone on my way.
"I'm sorry." they apologized
"That's quite alright." I replied trying not to sound annoyed, "However, you should watch where you're heading."
"Me?" he exclaimed, "You're telling me to watch where I'm going? You're the one that's too busy with your gadget there."
"Excuse me!" I shrieked, "Who are you to speak to me that way? This is not a gadget, it's my CD player."
I looked at the boy across from me. The boy that was dressed in the most ridiculous costume I've ever seen. His attire consisted of tarnished green cloth that almost seemed to be leaves of some sort, and checking him from head to toe, he had no shoes, nor any manners to comb his hair before leaving his home. His hair was twisted, and snarled in all places with the occasional dead leaf, and his toes were dirty with mud. I had no control of myself, and had to laugh at him. Who in their correct state of mind would leave their home in such a peculiar style?
"What're you laughing at?" he said crossly
"You." I chuckled
"What about me?" he answered checking himself
"Who in the world would dress like that!" I shouted
"Me." he simply replied, "My name's Magic."
The boy outreached his filthy hands towards me as I backed up out of discomfort. He looked at his fingers, and realized they were the color of dirt, and brought them back to his body. He repeated his introduction, and bowed down. I hugged my bag, and looked at him with curiosity. With respect, I curtsied to him, and thanked him for his etiquette. In return I introduced who I was, and told him where I was heading. He had told me he knew of Peter Pan, and that Peter was his younger brother. Startled as I was, I was in awe of his fanatical declaration. I could not believe what was coming out of his mouth.
"You're lying to me!" I yelled, "Peter Pans' nothing but a story my great grandmother tells."
"Your grandmother?" he questioned
"Yes," I replied, "my Great-Grandmother Wendy Darling."
He paused, and slightly tilted his head. He slowly started walking around me, and examined me from head to toe with his fingers cupping his chin. His eyes were filled with questions, and with the occasional "hm" drove me crazy to question him.
"What in the world are you doing!" I screamed
"Yes," he said, "you definitely look like Wendy."
"What?" I shouted, "You don't even know my Great-Grandmother!"
"Peter does." He continued, "Let me look here."
He came closer to me, and once more I took a step back. He calmly explained to me what he was doing, and tilted my face to the left. Closely observing me, he backed off, and looked satisfied.
"What?" I asked again
"You are definitely Wendy's relative." he smiled
"Of course I am!" I shrieked, "I'm her great grand daughter!"
"You," he started, "have her kiss."
I looked at him puzzled, and questioned what he was speaking off. He pointed out a small beauty mark located on the corner of my lip, and explained what had happened with my Great-Grandmother in the past. I was completely oblivious of what he was speaking of, and up until a sudden something had flown by in front of our faces. The something was followed by countless hues of blue, and sparkled in the blanket of darkness that had overcome us while we were speaking. Unknown of what he was doing, he spoke to the pixie while I scanned him of clues. Before I knew it, I was being lightly showered of the light blue sparkles, and the emotion of bliss flowed throughout my body.
"How beautiful!" I exclaimed with joy, "Don't tell me. Think happy thoughts, correct?"
"Wendy's done her job." he laughed
Slowly, he reached for my hand, and gradually started to float in the mid-air. As nervous, and frightened as I was, I quickly took hold of his arm, and floated up with him. I felt my bag slip from my clutch, and he told me to leave it for I had no need for my belongings where we were going to head. Of course, I knew we were heading to Neverland. A place where Great-Grandmother's stories always end up. To meet Captain Hook, The Lost Boys, and all their adventures. I allowed my bag to reach the ground, and when it did, I looked straight up to the sky…And flew.
"Yes, you will young lady," she retorted, "you are still my daughter, and you will do as I say!"
I couldn't believe her! After a relieving day with my brother and sister, I come home to find out that mother had already packed my things after we had left. She had told me the moment I entered the door that Roedean School would like me to attend Roedean a month early to make sure that I "fit" in. Well, I can assure them before they skip to conclusions, that I wont fit in, and that I refuse to. I still cant believe that after all my rebellion, my parents are still convinced I will grow out of what they think is a phase.
I stared at her blankly with my face soiled with tears once more, and looked around our living area. My sister Mai was sobbing on Charles' shirt, and my father - pitiful as he was - was left sitting on his bum doing absolutely nothing to help me. Apparently they had agreed on this together. My grandmother wasn't home, and I thanked God for that. Otherwise, more hell would have broken loose in our household, and things would conclude too many fatal injuries.
With such deep anger, and unknown frustration quickly eating me alive, I thought of what to do. It was clear to me that I couldn't run to the bathroom once again like I've always done in the past. Aggravated with these troubles, I simply seized my bag pack that I had put down on the couch in front of me, and rushed out the door. Running with all my might, I heard my mothers voice behind me calling out my name. With my eyes faint from the tears, I rushed down the street, and could honestly not care less where I was going.
Where am I going? What am I to do with myself now that I've run away from home? Have I really run away? What happens now to my dear kid sister Mai? What would Great-Grandmother think? Great grandmother. Oh, I hate how she's so far from me. I hate not having her here. What am I to do with myself? I haven't any amount of money with me here in England, and I've got no way of getting to my savings without parental consent, or ID. With these thoughts running through my head, and my anger growing larger and larger, I had absolutely no control over the sobs that I cried.
After my nonstop sprint passed our entire neighborhood, I slowed down my pace, and walked with my head looking down at my feet. I walked for what seemed like an eternity, and thought nothing more but of the days I spent playing, and laughing with Great-Grandmother Darling. Those were the days I enjoyed the most. The days I thought were the happiest days I've could ever live…but that's over now. It's all gone, and I doubt I'll ever have them back.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks, and sniffled my nose that has become quite stuffed up. After a few quick blinks to get rid of the excess tears in my eyes, I started to look in front of me, and breathe more regularly. I was planning to head towards Kensington Gardens. A place mother, and father would never think of going. They're too old to ever figure out where I've gone. The place where our old home was. Where great grandmother lived. They've grown old, and had forgotten everything about being a child.
I turned my bag to face the front of my body, and unzipped the main zipper. I had taken my CD player with me to our outing today, and was genuinely glad to have some good music to listen to while attempting to find my way around England and towards Kensington Garden. As I took out my CD player - stupid as I was - hadn't been looking where I was heading. While putting on my right earphone, I seemed to have bumped something, or someone on my way.
"I'm sorry." they apologized
"That's quite alright." I replied trying not to sound annoyed, "However, you should watch where you're heading."
"Me?" he exclaimed, "You're telling me to watch where I'm going? You're the one that's too busy with your gadget there."
"Excuse me!" I shrieked, "Who are you to speak to me that way? This is not a gadget, it's my CD player."
I looked at the boy across from me. The boy that was dressed in the most ridiculous costume I've ever seen. His attire consisted of tarnished green cloth that almost seemed to be leaves of some sort, and checking him from head to toe, he had no shoes, nor any manners to comb his hair before leaving his home. His hair was twisted, and snarled in all places with the occasional dead leaf, and his toes were dirty with mud. I had no control of myself, and had to laugh at him. Who in their correct state of mind would leave their home in such a peculiar style?
"What're you laughing at?" he said crossly
"You." I chuckled
"What about me?" he answered checking himself
"Who in the world would dress like that!" I shouted
"Me." he simply replied, "My name's Magic."
The boy outreached his filthy hands towards me as I backed up out of discomfort. He looked at his fingers, and realized they were the color of dirt, and brought them back to his body. He repeated his introduction, and bowed down. I hugged my bag, and looked at him with curiosity. With respect, I curtsied to him, and thanked him for his etiquette. In return I introduced who I was, and told him where I was heading. He had told me he knew of Peter Pan, and that Peter was his younger brother. Startled as I was, I was in awe of his fanatical declaration. I could not believe what was coming out of his mouth.
"You're lying to me!" I yelled, "Peter Pans' nothing but a story my great grandmother tells."
"Your grandmother?" he questioned
"Yes," I replied, "my Great-Grandmother Wendy Darling."
He paused, and slightly tilted his head. He slowly started walking around me, and examined me from head to toe with his fingers cupping his chin. His eyes were filled with questions, and with the occasional "hm" drove me crazy to question him.
"What in the world are you doing!" I screamed
"Yes," he said, "you definitely look like Wendy."
"What?" I shouted, "You don't even know my Great-Grandmother!"
"Peter does." He continued, "Let me look here."
He came closer to me, and once more I took a step back. He calmly explained to me what he was doing, and tilted my face to the left. Closely observing me, he backed off, and looked satisfied.
"What?" I asked again
"You are definitely Wendy's relative." he smiled
"Of course I am!" I shrieked, "I'm her great grand daughter!"
"You," he started, "have her kiss."
I looked at him puzzled, and questioned what he was speaking off. He pointed out a small beauty mark located on the corner of my lip, and explained what had happened with my Great-Grandmother in the past. I was completely oblivious of what he was speaking of, and up until a sudden something had flown by in front of our faces. The something was followed by countless hues of blue, and sparkled in the blanket of darkness that had overcome us while we were speaking. Unknown of what he was doing, he spoke to the pixie while I scanned him of clues. Before I knew it, I was being lightly showered of the light blue sparkles, and the emotion of bliss flowed throughout my body.
"How beautiful!" I exclaimed with joy, "Don't tell me. Think happy thoughts, correct?"
"Wendy's done her job." he laughed
Slowly, he reached for my hand, and gradually started to float in the mid-air. As nervous, and frightened as I was, I quickly took hold of his arm, and floated up with him. I felt my bag slip from my clutch, and he told me to leave it for I had no need for my belongings where we were going to head. Of course, I knew we were heading to Neverland. A place where Great-Grandmother's stories always end up. To meet Captain Hook, The Lost Boys, and all their adventures. I allowed my bag to reach the ground, and when it did, I looked straight up to the sky…And flew.