"Are you hungry?" she asked not knowing what exactly to do.
She knew how her dreams played out but she knew they were only dreams. Nothing real could be so easy. He nodded and smiled. She returned the smile.
"Come on." She said opening the door.
He followed her out to another room. A kitchen as he'd heard it called. He sat on the table Indian style as she pulled things out of the cabinets. He looked over the things with confusion.
"Peanut Butter." She said.
He looked confused. She smiled and opened the jar. Spreading the peanut butter on a piece of bread she handed it to him. He looked it over. Then looking at her he took a bite. His spirits perked up and he looked down at the sandwich. It was sweet and tasty. Nothing in Neverland tasted so good. He took another bite.
"This is great." He said with his mouth full.
Suddenly remembering his manners he snapped his hand over his mother. She laughed Taking a bite of her own peanut butter sandwich she got out the milk and poured two glasses. She handed one to Peter. Trusting her judgment on food now her drank it straight down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Good?" she asked. He nodded.
"What is this again?" he asked.
"Peanut butter." She said.
He took another bite. She smiled and finished her sandwich and milk. Suddenly there was a noise from the next room. They both jumped up and looked towards it with shock. Peter ducked beneath the table to hide.
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A woman rounded the corner. She froze.
"Moria Angela Davis! What are you doing home? Why aren't you at school?" her mother shouted.
She swallowed nervously. "I don't feel well." She said.
"Bullshit." Her mother mumbled. Moria grew angry.
"What if I actually am sick?" she asked. Her tone had raised slightly.
"Then suck it up! You're almost an adult get..." her mother began.
"I'm not an adult! I'm not an ADULT!" Moria shouted. Her mother scowled.
"Fine. Stay home. It's your life. You can screw it up if you want. Why should I care?" Then her mother left the house.
She knew how her dreams played out but she knew they were only dreams. Nothing real could be so easy. He nodded and smiled. She returned the smile.
"Come on." She said opening the door.
He followed her out to another room. A kitchen as he'd heard it called. He sat on the table Indian style as she pulled things out of the cabinets. He looked over the things with confusion.
"Peanut Butter." She said.
He looked confused. She smiled and opened the jar. Spreading the peanut butter on a piece of bread she handed it to him. He looked it over. Then looking at her he took a bite. His spirits perked up and he looked down at the sandwich. It was sweet and tasty. Nothing in Neverland tasted so good. He took another bite.
"This is great." He said with his mouth full.
Suddenly remembering his manners he snapped his hand over his mother. She laughed Taking a bite of her own peanut butter sandwich she got out the milk and poured two glasses. She handed one to Peter. Trusting her judgment on food now her drank it straight down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Good?" she asked. He nodded.
"What is this again?" he asked.
"Peanut butter." She said.
He took another bite. She smiled and finished her sandwich and milk. Suddenly there was a noise from the next room. They both jumped up and looked towards it with shock. Peter ducked beneath the table to hide.
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A woman rounded the corner. She froze.
"Moria Angela Davis! What are you doing home? Why aren't you at school?" her mother shouted.
She swallowed nervously. "I don't feel well." She said.
"Bullshit." Her mother mumbled. Moria grew angry.
"What if I actually am sick?" she asked. Her tone had raised slightly.
"Then suck it up! You're almost an adult get..." her mother began.
"I'm not an adult! I'm not an ADULT!" Moria shouted. Her mother scowled.
"Fine. Stay home. It's your life. You can screw it up if you want. Why should I care?" Then her mother left the house.
