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Getting There: Peter Pan
That night Peter lay back in his hospital bed, quiet as a rock. Just lying there, thinking of what his life was to be.
"Hello? Hi, Peter. What are you doing?"
Peter looked up to see Danny enter his room. Peter smiled slightly and looked away. He wasn't in any mood to be social. He hadn't really been since he had waken up, but now it was more so.
"Okay, well. I talked to my wife, Mandi. She's exited to meet you. We've been on the phone with social services all afternoon," Danny said.
Peter didn't know what that meant, but he didn't care. Peter kept his eyes away from Danny. At least Julie wasn't there anymore to stare at him.
"She's here right now, she's going to come in okay?" Danny said.
Peter shrugged without looking at him.
A moment later someone walked into the room. Peter glanced over and saw a average height woman. She had brown hair and it was curly. She had warm, big blue eyes.
"Hi, Peter," Mandi said.
Peter didn't know what to do. These people made him uncomfortable, but at the same time he wanted to live with them.
Peter slowly moved his head, looking over at Mandi and Danny. Mandi was smiling,
"How old are you Peter?"
Peter's face flushed, "12,"
"That's great, do you know your birthday?" Mandi asked.
Peter picked at his sheet and kept his eyes away. It was so hard for him to remember,
"Um... Feb. 3rd."
Mandi smiled even wider.
"It's a great day for a birthday," Mandi said.
"This is very important, Peter. Do you have any parents? Any family?" Danny asked.
Peter strained to think of something to say to these people. He couldn't say the truth, they would think he was nuts. And... Neverland was gone now.
A tear trickled down the side of Peter's face without him even realizing it.
"No, I don't have a family. I live on the streets. I lived in the woods," Peter said.
Mandi and Danny were quiet for a minute or two. They apparently were talking, without actually saying words.
"Are you sure?" Danny asked.
"Of course I'm sure!" Peter yelled, sitting up. Now his eyes were really wet and so were his cheeks.
"Okay, calm down honey. It's okay now," Mandi said.
She bent forward and wrapped her arms around Peter. Peter didn't know if he should hug her back or not. He just laid there limp in her arms. He forced himself to stop crying and let his face clean up.
"Well, me and Danny were talking. And we thought maybe you'd want to come stay with us. We'd be your foster parents, that way you don't have to stay in a orphanage," Mandi said.
Peter shot back.
"What?! Orphanage?" Peter asked, his eyes wide.
"No, no. You don't have to stay there because we'll take you in. They can't find you any other placement," Danny said calmly.
"No, no! I don't want to go nowhere!" Peter said.
Mandi set her hand on Peter's shoulder gently,
"Where else would you go?" she asked.
Peter looked to the floor, then back up to Mandi and Danny. They both were looking at him with concerned eyes.
"Stop looking at me!" Peter shouted, he turned on his side and laid down on his bed. Making his back face Mandi and Danny.
Without another word Danny and Mandi left Peter's room. It took them awhile, but they finally left.
Peter lay there confused and helpless. What should he do? Go live with these people? He was all alone anyway. Neverland had been destroyed. And Peter couldn't get back through the passage way in the sky. It was like it was blocked away.
He hit his pillow in frustration.
"Ugh!" He yelled.
The next day a social worker came to talk to Peter. It seemed she did all the talking and he just nodded. He had thought about it, and he was going to live with these people. It couldn't be that bad.
They would treat him well, they would protect him. Hopefully. But Peter didn't know what he should be protected from, was it life? He didn't know. He couldn't remember. Each day he could remember less and less of his past in the Neverlands.
Getting There: Peter Pan
That night Peter lay back in his hospital bed, quiet as a rock. Just lying there, thinking of what his life was to be.
"Hello? Hi, Peter. What are you doing?"
Peter looked up to see Danny enter his room. Peter smiled slightly and looked away. He wasn't in any mood to be social. He hadn't really been since he had waken up, but now it was more so.
"Okay, well. I talked to my wife, Mandi. She's exited to meet you. We've been on the phone with social services all afternoon," Danny said.
Peter didn't know what that meant, but he didn't care. Peter kept his eyes away from Danny. At least Julie wasn't there anymore to stare at him.
"She's here right now, she's going to come in okay?" Danny said.
Peter shrugged without looking at him.
A moment later someone walked into the room. Peter glanced over and saw a average height woman. She had brown hair and it was curly. She had warm, big blue eyes.
"Hi, Peter," Mandi said.
Peter didn't know what to do. These people made him uncomfortable, but at the same time he wanted to live with them.
Peter slowly moved his head, looking over at Mandi and Danny. Mandi was smiling,
"How old are you Peter?"
Peter's face flushed, "12,"
"That's great, do you know your birthday?" Mandi asked.
Peter picked at his sheet and kept his eyes away. It was so hard for him to remember,
"Um... Feb. 3rd."
Mandi smiled even wider.
"It's a great day for a birthday," Mandi said.
"This is very important, Peter. Do you have any parents? Any family?" Danny asked.
Peter strained to think of something to say to these people. He couldn't say the truth, they would think he was nuts. And... Neverland was gone now.
A tear trickled down the side of Peter's face without him even realizing it.
"No, I don't have a family. I live on the streets. I lived in the woods," Peter said.
Mandi and Danny were quiet for a minute or two. They apparently were talking, without actually saying words.
"Are you sure?" Danny asked.
"Of course I'm sure!" Peter yelled, sitting up. Now his eyes were really wet and so were his cheeks.
"Okay, calm down honey. It's okay now," Mandi said.
She bent forward and wrapped her arms around Peter. Peter didn't know if he should hug her back or not. He just laid there limp in her arms. He forced himself to stop crying and let his face clean up.
"Well, me and Danny were talking. And we thought maybe you'd want to come stay with us. We'd be your foster parents, that way you don't have to stay in a orphanage," Mandi said.
Peter shot back.
"What?! Orphanage?" Peter asked, his eyes wide.
"No, no. You don't have to stay there because we'll take you in. They can't find you any other placement," Danny said calmly.
"No, no! I don't want to go nowhere!" Peter said.
Mandi set her hand on Peter's shoulder gently,
"Where else would you go?" she asked.
Peter looked to the floor, then back up to Mandi and Danny. They both were looking at him with concerned eyes.
"Stop looking at me!" Peter shouted, he turned on his side and laid down on his bed. Making his back face Mandi and Danny.
Without another word Danny and Mandi left Peter's room. It took them awhile, but they finally left.
Peter lay there confused and helpless. What should he do? Go live with these people? He was all alone anyway. Neverland had been destroyed. And Peter couldn't get back through the passage way in the sky. It was like it was blocked away.
He hit his pillow in frustration.
"Ugh!" He yelled.
The next day a social worker came to talk to Peter. It seemed she did all the talking and he just nodded. He had thought about it, and he was going to live with these people. It couldn't be that bad.
They would treat him well, they would protect him. Hopefully. But Peter didn't know what he should be protected from, was it life? He didn't know. He couldn't remember. Each day he could remember less and less of his past in the Neverlands.