Chapter 4: The Debate
"Peter, are you sure I'll be safe?" I asked worriedly as I was standing on the edge of my bed. Peter had taught me how to fly, and I was about to try for the first time. He floated a foot in front of me, cross-legged.
"Yes! All you have to do is think happy thoughts, and they lift you into the air! It's so easy!" he laughed. So I thought of the happiest things I could: my first dance…my first boyfriend…my first kiss…going to America with my cousins…visiting Wales with my Father and Mother…Mum and Dad…but nothing happened. I thought harder, wishing more and more, but nothing.
"Peter? I'm not flying!" I cried out in distress. Peter laughed and floated down to where I was sitting.
"Oh, of course you're not! You need some pixie dust!" He chuckled. I saw nothing amusing in this statement.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I questioned.
"Why didn't you ask?" He retorted. I smiled and shook my head. He took a hold of Tinker Bell, who was sitting on a nearby spool of threadand shook her lightly. Bits of white, silver, and golden dust fell upon my head. Now I was rising, higher and higher, until my head almost touched the ceiling.
"Peter…this is absolutely marvelous!" I laughed as I floated in the air, almost as if I was sitting on a cloud. He joined me in the air, and took my hands.
"Come…come away to Never Land." He whispered in my ear.
"But, what about my Great Aunt Jane? She so old and brittle at this day and age…I cannot leave her alone, Peter." I said sadly. Peter just shrugged.
"Fine then, don't come to Never Land with me. Don't have lots of adventures to tell your niece or daughter. Stay here…grow up…be bored. Come on, Tink." He stated. Peter walked towards my window, and was just about to step out of it, when I reached for his arm.
"Peter! Wait! Maybe…she can be OK on her own. I mean, taking care of her great niece has never slowed her down before." I sputtered. I really wanted to go to Never Land, but at the same time, I didn't want to leave my poor auntie. This debate was rushing through my head like a tornado, and it wouldn't stop. I looked at a smiling Peter.
"Then come…come away with me to Never Land. You'll have everything you need there. You'll have the beauty of nature, all of the best fruits and natural supplies, and best of all…you have me." He said slyly. I smiled back at the boy. I took has hand, and looked back at my room. It was dull anyway. I remembered something that instant.
"My camera!" I cried as I rushed back into my room to grab my digital camera. Never Land would be a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I didn't want to forget about it. Peter sighed and smiled a half-smile impatiently while I rummaged around my closet for the camera.
"Found it! OK, let's go then!" I said anxiously. I took a hold of Peter's hand. I took one final look at my room. As soon as he was about to fly off, I stopped.
"Wait!" I cried.
"What now?" he asked in a huffy way. I jumped from the windowsill.
"I want to say good bye to my great aunt." I said politely. And with that I ran down the hall into her room. She slept soundly, and I walked up to her and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.
"Auntie Jane, I love you so much, but now I must be off. Onto an adventure that might change my life forever. I promise I will return. Keep yourself safe. And I promise I'll bring back stories to tell you this time." I whispered into her ear. I stood up and looked at her. And for a second, it almost seemed that she was smiling in her sleep. I walked out into my room where Peter impatiently stood.
"Are you ready now?" he asked roughly. I agreed and took his hand once more. I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.
"And we're off." I said to him.
"And we're off." He stated back, laughing as we zoomed out of the nursery and above the London streets, laughing away.
