Authors Note: Did you like the beginning? Please let me know! :) This chapter, I admit, it pretty boring. Chapter Two is when it gets good. I have a great story line prepared so please continue to read and review. Thanx love!
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Chapter One
Dark clouds. Black and gray. It's raining. She's crying. Hugging her pillow. Blonde hair. Dirty and messy. Blue eyes. Tears of pain. Wet cheeks. Quivering red lips. Shaking hands. Soft pink pajamas. Full of holes. She gets up. Walks to window. Slowly it opens. Ground is wet. Full of mud. She steps up on windowsill. Eyes close. Slowly leans forward. Cry of pain. She falls back. Hard floor. Beating on head. She passes out.
I woke in a puddle of my own sweat. Quickly I sat straight up and ran my hand through my blonde hair, a confused expression on my mud slapped face. I looked around and saw that The Lost Boys were sleeping and I fortunately hadn't woken any of them. I threw my feet over the side of the bed and stood up, making my way to the door. Walking outside, a cool breeze slapped my face and wrapped around my body. I sighed, still confused, and trotted through the forest to the shoreline. Quietly, I sat on the sand and looked up at the sky towards the rising sun. The dream was a sign, another one. But why now?
Orange rays of light burst through the horizon, blinding my eyes. The blue ocean water reflected red and yellow as the light slowly crept upon the island. A horn was blown, which was a wake up call for the kids. I sighed again. Wendy was the only girl who had ever came on this island from the outside world. And girls weren't the best things in the world, in my opinion. There was no way I was bringing another girl here. She would just cause trouble, just like Wendy did.
"Peter! Hey Peter!" I heard someone yell. I stood up and gently brushed the sand off of my body. I smiled at the boy who approached me. It was Hawky, the first Lost Boy I brought here.
"Hey what's up," I greeted him. Hawky was emotionally attached to me, he told me I was like his older brother.
"Peter, I have to fish today. And I filled in for Curly last week, so shouldn't he be the one doing it this week?" he asked and put his hands on his tiny hips. I laughed.
"Do you mean to tell me that someone isn't following orders?!" I playfully yelled and drew my knife from my pocket. "Looks like we have to teach this boy a lesson!" I screamed and then ran into the forest towards home, with Hawky at my heels screaming wildly.
"Curly! You better run because we're gonna get you!" I hollered when I was close to home. I heard a loud shriek, which was Curly, and I ran faster.
"Please Peter! Don't hurt me! I'll fish I swear!" the little boy whined and fell at my feet crying. I laughed and kicked him in the leg. Hawky hit him in the head with a stick and then threw his spear on the ground at Curly's feet. Curly scrambled to grab it and then ran off, yelling the whole way. Hawky and I slapped hands before I flew in the air, in search of Tink.
"Tinkerbell!" I yelled while zipping over the green treetops. "Tink!" My hair flew in my face as I nosed dived into the trees. I landed and knocked on a big, brown weeping willow tree. "Come on Tink wake up!" I banged both fists on the tree and kicked it. "Tinkerbell! You always sleep in! It's no fun!" I kicked it again and sat on the ground with my arms crossed. After about a minute, Tink appeared from a tiny hole at the bottom of the tree and yawned. She shook her fist at me and stuck her tongue out. I giggled as she flew up to sit on my shoulder. "Where do you wanna go today? I was thinking we go bother Hook, and steal his hat or something. What do you think?" I excitedly said. Tink shrugged and lay on my shoulder. I poked her twice and then flew in the air.
Tink didn't talk, but I knew what she was feeling. And usually when someone didn't talk, it was really easy to talk to them. So I told Tink everything and she would listen. I didn't really want to bother her with the dream though, mainly because I waited a couple days to see if the dream continued.
Tink and I spent the day messing with Hook and scaring him with the alligator, like usual. It never got boring bothering him because I hated him so much. Tink, on the other hand, wanted something new, and I could sense this.
"What's wrong with you today?" I asked her. We were lying on the beach trying to guess what shape the stars were making. Tink shrugged and played with her skirt. "Come on, you can tell me," she shrugged again and then flew off. "Hey!" I said but it was too late. I hoped she wasn't mad at me.
It was close to dinner so I flew back to the house. The boys were eating and carrying on like usual. I sat at the head of table and one of them threw a piece of a pig's leg on my plate. I dug my face in it, tearing the skin and chewing like a mad man.
I was scared to sleep, but eventually I dozed off. Almost immediately the dream started. I saw a girl; she had blonde hair and sad blue eyes. She was sitting in the middle of a floor with a torn white pillow in her arms. She was crying hysterically and make up smeared across her face. Then she got up and walked to her window, opening it slowly and looking out. She climbed on the sill and the rain from outside soaked her pink pajamas. She gazed down below her at the muddy ground and closed her eyes. Then something hit her on the back of the head and she fell back into the room. A man walked out of the door with a bat in his hand, and the girl was knocked unconscious.
I woke and sat up. My hair was damp with sweat and my breathing came in heavy gasps. I shook my head and went back to sleep, knowing that it was still a while until morning.
The next day, Hawky and I started making a small new house next to the big tree where we lived. We were all very talented at building since we've been doing it ever since we came on the island.
"Why are we making this house? Is it some sort of storage?" Hawky asked while carrying large sticks and throwing them into a pile.
"I'm not entirely sure, I just have this feeling that we'll be needing it." I told him. He gave me a weird look.
"You're not planning on letting Princess Tigerlilly live here with us are you?" Hawky said fearfully. "Because if she does then I'm moving out." I laughed at him and tied a knot firmly on two sticks.
"No, besides, Ralph would like that too much," Hawky giggled and agreed with me. We spent the day making the house, complete with a door and chimney. We didn't finish until late in the night, and looking upon the house, it looked familiar.
"You're thinking about her again aren't you?" Hawky said, standing next to me and looking at the house. I shook my head.
"How can I not? It looks exactly like hers," I said back. I sighed and then went to our house. The boys were asleep, and I crept over them to get to my bed. I lay down and almost started crying. Wendy lived in a house like that when she was here. Just about everything I did, saw, or thought of reminded me of her. Why couldn't I just get over her already? It's been so long…
I fell asleep and was attacked by the dream. This time, I knew I had to find this girl. I told Tink a couple days later and she freaked out. Tink hated girls, which I thought was weird because she was one. But we set off to the modern world in search of the girl that was in my dreams.