Discovery
by X8DramaQueen8X
Rated PG-13 for later chapters
Summary: She's supposed to be mature. She has to grow up. But a boy gets her priorities in order when he takes her and her friends away-- a strange boy who was staring in at her window...
DISCLAIMER: All I own are my characters and the plot- NOTHING ELSE!!! PLEASE DON'T SUE!
A/N:
Hi everybody! K, I know that this chapter is boring, but I have to put the characters and a bit of the plot idea here. Sorry- that's the way it works! Um, I guess in about a week or less I'll put up the next chapter. But PLEASE REVIEW, I'm litterally on my knees begging you (and it's relly hard to type without sitting down). Reviews are my motivation.
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meg aka dramaqueen
All this has happened before and it will all happen again. But this time it happened in New Jersey. It happened on a quiet street in the small town of Maywood. That corner house- no, not that one. Do you see the blue one to the left? No, your other left. Yes, the Victorian one right there, sixty-eight Orchard Avenue. That one. That is the home of the Foster family and Peter Pan chose this particular house because there were people here who believed in him.
There was Mr. Foster, who was a practical and a very mature man, in watching TV in the basement, his stout body stretched out on the couch, his brown eyes half-open and his black hair ruffled against a pillow. To all who knew him, it seemed he was too stressed and too overworked to remember what it was like to be a child. Even when he had read stories of Peter Pan, Wendy, and Captain Hook to his children, he still never had that tingly feeling of adolescent spirit or youth in him again. Though he had to be grateful that his children's minds were focused on literature and adventure other than be obsessed with mindless video games and such. "Kathy, are the girls upstairs? Is the cat inside? Did you turn off the porch light?"
"Yes, yes, and no, Al," replied Mrs. Foster, petite with blue eyes and brown hair sprinkled with gray, collecting rubber toys from around the pool in the backyard. She, on the other hand, believed that children should be able to live out their childhood and milk it as long as they possibly could. Even though Meghan was fourteen, she still found nothing wrong with her playing along with the baby just like she was a baby herself.
The children, however, Nick, Sarah, and Dan, being very young, believed that Peter Pan was a real person, and he became the ruler of their imaginations.
Nick, the terror of only six, had a plastic Power Rangers sword in his tiny palm and was slamming it against the identical one Dan, his elder by three years, held. Nick tried his hardest to acquire a scowl, but his cute face did not allow it. His milk chocolate eyes were nearly squinted shut as he looked at Dan, trying to appear angry, and his flaxen locks swirled as he spun around on the bureau, blocking his brother's strikes. "Your days of looting ships are over, Hook!"
"Dare to stop me, scoundrel?" Dan laughed, lowering his sword slightly so Nick could take a swing at him. Dan's blue eyes were flashing, thinking he was close to success, as he ran his right hand, cupped to assume the form of a hook, through his scarlet tresses.
Sarah, the youngest at only eighteen months, stood up in her crib, her hands on the railing, chanting, "Tick tick, snap, tick tick," imitating her favorite reptilian character. Jumping around in her crib, she caused the suspenders over her pajamas to wiggle. She was giggling softly, her sapphire eyes twinkling, and her blonde hair flowing from the breeze her brothers caused as they ran back and forth across the room.
"Take that, you villain!" Nick squealed in victory as Dan clenched Nick's sword beneath his arm to pretend to be stabbed.
Dagger, being their cat, kept her opinions to herself. Jumping into Sarah's crib, Dagger licked her black paw and drew it over the gray path on face over her nose that was shaped like a small sword, hence her name. It seemed as if a blade was running down from between her eyes to the tip of her nose, and over both her neon green orbs there was a patch of continuing gray, resembling a long and narrow hilt.
Annie, the second oldest at twelve, spun the cap back on the red nail polish bottle she had been using. "Do you both think you could just keep it down a little?" She shook her head so her auburn hair spun around, her dark blue eyes livid and a brilliant contrast to her pale cream skin.
"Why should we?" growled Nick, still parrying with his brother although he was "dead".
"Because I'm in charge," Annie replied curtly.
"Says who?" countered Dan, still flat on his back after falling backwards.
Annie looked agitated, sitting up on her bed. "When Mom and Meghan aren't around, I'm in charge, and I asked you to quiet down. Be lucky I've let you stay up this late."
"Annie…" Nick whined, pouting out his lower lip.
Annie couldn't help but grin. "Five more minutes."
Megan, her best friend who was sleeping over that night, shut the magazine she had been reading, scanning over the cover shot of Orlando Bloom, and kicked her feet back and forth to dry her pedicure. Her pajamas were scrunched from her rolling around on the mattress, revealing expanses of her golden tan limbs, and her jet-black hair was sprawled over the comforter. "You're so lucky that you have so many siblings, Annie." Then she reopened the magazine and let her dark mahogany eyes roam over a poster of Relient K.
"Yeah," Annie replied, laughing. "Lucky I survived my twelfth birthday."
"Boys, please," said Mrs. Foster as she came in, expecting to only turn out the light but now obviously had to tuck her younger children in as well.
"But Mom, it's so early," Dan whined, jumping about on his bed.
"No, it's way past your bedtime and besides, you have to get up early tomorrow morning. So come, Nick," she said, picking up her youngest son and setting him in his bed beside Dan's. Then she set Sarah down so she lay down in the crib and pulled the blanket over her.
Kathy looked to Annie. "The younger ones have to go to bed, so you can either stay here or go downstairs to the living room and watch a few movies."
Annie looked to Megan. "Here's fine," Megan replied, wriggling beneath the sheets beside Annie. "We'll stay here and whisper, Mrs. Foster."
"Thank you, girls."
As Kathy leaned over to kiss Dan goodnight, Nick sat up. "Mommy? Where's Meg?"
"She's with Mari and Kim upstairs in the library. She'll be down soon, sweetheart."
Nick and Sarah whimpered, dependent on the routine of their older sister, their keeper and their friend, kissing them and tucking them in every night, telling them at least one Peter Pan adventure before they fell asleep ere it ended. Dagger hopped beside Nick and nuzzled against him.
"But I…" he yawned, "she forgot to… about Tiger Lily and the Lost…" Dan said, falling asleep mid-sentence. Mrs. Foster smiled, looked to Nick and Sarah who had drifted into peaceful slumber as well, and turned out the light.
Meghan, the eldest, had been infatuated with the story of Peter Pan ever since she had been a little girl and had told her younger brothers of at least one of his adventures each night since before she could remember. She had always been the supreme authority on Peter Pan and knew every detail of his every adventure. But now as she reached the climax of adolescence, she found herself not wanting to grow up and lose all that.
Meghan's emerald green eyes were welling with tears as she hugged her knees to her chest. Mari leaned her head back against the bookcase so her black hair sprawled over the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Kim, who seldom showed emotion, rubbed her icy cerulean eyes to prevent tears.
Meg turned her head to the side, her curly honey hair spilling over her shoulders, not wanting to let her best friends see her cry. Kim ran her pale fingers through her burgundy hair, exaggerating her mahogany highlights, trying to distract herself from thought. Mari just rested her head on her knees. Not one of them could come to grips with the harsh reality of truth- Mari was moving across the country tomorrow. Her parents wanted her to be sent to high school in California, but whenever she protested all they said was, "Grow up."
Unable to hide it anymore, Meg just turned and wrapped one arm around Mari's neck, letting the tears pour out. Mari tried her hardest to keep a happy front on, but she could not help but let a single tear stream down her cheek. Kim leaned against Mari's back, hugging her waist.
But now was not the time for sad faces. Meg pulled away and smiled through her tears, reaching up to grab their favorite story, the book they grew up with since becoming best friends in the fourth grade.
"Remember?" Meg whispered.
Mari's chocolate eyes widened and she smiled too, fingering through their tattered paperback copy of Peter Pan. She laughed, flipping to the eighty-third page where it described Hook's predicament with the crocodile.
Meg laughed. "Imagine what it would be like to live in Neverland. We could be the first lost girls, without our parents or any adults whatsoever telling us to be mature, or, 'do this,' or, 'do that'."
Kim wiped a tear from her freckled cheek. "We could be pirates on the Jolly Roger," Kim whispered with a small smile.
"Or we could be Indian Princesses," Mari suggested. "Far away from any California they could force me to go to."
"Well that could work- that way I could get closer to Peter and see how hot he is," Meg giggled.
"Are guys all you think about?" Kim asked, slamming the book closed in front of Meg's nose.
"No," Meg protested. Then she stopped. "Well, maybe, yeah."
"You're a hopeless case, Megs," Kim commented as Meghan grabbed the book back.
Meghan's head cocked to the side, unsure if she had just been complimented or insulted. "Thank you?"
"Girls?" asked Mrs. Foster from behind the library door.
Meg didn't look up from the book. "Yeah, Mom?"
"It's getting late- you have an early day tomorrow. At least go into your room and relax, okay?"
"All right, Mrs. Foster," said Mari and Kim in unison.
"Thank you girls," she replied, ushering the three out of the room and down the stairs. They all slid beneath the sheets of the queen-sized bed and quickly fell asleep. Meg nodded off with nightmares of tomorrow and slight visions of her childhood hero, wanting him to come and make everything alright again like he always had.
None of them noticed the face of a strange teenage boy by the open window, his face lit by the sparkling ball of light perched on his shoulder.
Told you that this was the boring chapter, but if you'll stick with me I promise it'll get better. I just had to introduce the characters and all.
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