Chapter One
"You will never escaped Peter Pan! Give up, and prepare to meet your doom!"
"Never!" And with that a great sword fight began. The sound of strike after strike was heard through out the room.
"Ow! Watch the sword Soups!" a girl of 15 cried when a wooden sword hit her knee cap….hard.
"Sorry Mac. But I'm being a good Hook, aren't I?" a small girl asked as she removed the play hook from her hand.
"You sure are! If you were a great big codfish I would mistake you for Hook!" the older girl laughed as she picked the smaller one up and spun her around. She gently sat her on the bed and turned to the 5 other young girls behind her.
"OK, lost girls, its time for bed. So hide those swords, or that old woman will find them."
"Awwww…do we have to?" each of the girls said as the make shift swords were taken from them, and hide under a creaky floorboard.
"Yeh, do we have to go to bed RIGHT now? I mean we were doin such a good job, of being Pan and Hook." the one by the name of Soups said from the bed. The older girl sighed, looked at all of them with their puppy dog eyes, and smiled.
"Well I suppose I could tell you a story before bed." she compromised. The squeals and cheers of the girls were heard up and down the halls. Luckily Mrs. Claire was already getting her `beauty sleep` as she called it. It sure wasn't helping much.
The 6 youngest girls sat on the floor while the story teller sat on the bed, filling their heads with tales of fairies, pirates, and above all Peter Pan. The group of girls had been fascinated with the lost boys and Peter Pan ever since McKenzie came to the orphanage. She soon became a leader and role model to the group, especially when they were acting out one of the stories, and she was Peter Pan.
McKenzie, or Mac, as the girls called her was 15, as was mentioned before. She had dirty blonde hair down to her waist, and blue gray eyes, that liked to change color with her mood. She was about 5'10" slender, and extremely pretty. But was never adopted by the visiting couples, because they all said she was 'too old' or sometimes, 'too bitter'. And most of the time she liked it that way. She could never picture leaving the girls, it would be to hard. They needed her.
As she continued the story, she looked down at the girls on the floor, in their usual places. This story time was a usual thing for the 7 girls. Soups would always sit on the far right on the old chest, and her sister Crackers, would sit on the hard wood floor next to her. And next would be Twigs, the youngest, sitting there, and staring at her with big blue eyes and a big smile. After her is Lolly, the most hyper and active of the bunch. Then on the big rocking chair would be Steph and Cherry. They were inseparable. If a someone tried to adopted one without the other, they would do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to change their minds.
"And Peter and the lost boys escaped from Hook and the pirates once again. And once again, making a fool out of Hook." Mac smiled as she finished off the last part of the story. As she leaned back to look at the girls, all sitting there with a dreamy look in their eye's, she, this time, smiled to herself. She also had a dreamy look about her, as her mind drifted into thoughts of Neverland, and flying through the skies with the one and only, Peter Pan.
As they all sat there, thinking about how amazing it would all be, they didn't noticed the small ball of light flying outside the window. Let alone knowing that a certain pair of pointed ears were also listening in on that nights story.
"You will never escaped Peter Pan! Give up, and prepare to meet your doom!"
"Never!" And with that a great sword fight began. The sound of strike after strike was heard through out the room.
"Ow! Watch the sword Soups!" a girl of 15 cried when a wooden sword hit her knee cap….hard.
"Sorry Mac. But I'm being a good Hook, aren't I?" a small girl asked as she removed the play hook from her hand.
"You sure are! If you were a great big codfish I would mistake you for Hook!" the older girl laughed as she picked the smaller one up and spun her around. She gently sat her on the bed and turned to the 5 other young girls behind her.
"OK, lost girls, its time for bed. So hide those swords, or that old woman will find them."
"Awwww…do we have to?" each of the girls said as the make shift swords were taken from them, and hide under a creaky floorboard.
"Yeh, do we have to go to bed RIGHT now? I mean we were doin such a good job, of being Pan and Hook." the one by the name of Soups said from the bed. The older girl sighed, looked at all of them with their puppy dog eyes, and smiled.
"Well I suppose I could tell you a story before bed." she compromised. The squeals and cheers of the girls were heard up and down the halls. Luckily Mrs. Claire was already getting her `beauty sleep` as she called it. It sure wasn't helping much.
The 6 youngest girls sat on the floor while the story teller sat on the bed, filling their heads with tales of fairies, pirates, and above all Peter Pan. The group of girls had been fascinated with the lost boys and Peter Pan ever since McKenzie came to the orphanage. She soon became a leader and role model to the group, especially when they were acting out one of the stories, and she was Peter Pan.
McKenzie, or Mac, as the girls called her was 15, as was mentioned before. She had dirty blonde hair down to her waist, and blue gray eyes, that liked to change color with her mood. She was about 5'10" slender, and extremely pretty. But was never adopted by the visiting couples, because they all said she was 'too old' or sometimes, 'too bitter'. And most of the time she liked it that way. She could never picture leaving the girls, it would be to hard. They needed her.
As she continued the story, she looked down at the girls on the floor, in their usual places. This story time was a usual thing for the 7 girls. Soups would always sit on the far right on the old chest, and her sister Crackers, would sit on the hard wood floor next to her. And next would be Twigs, the youngest, sitting there, and staring at her with big blue eyes and a big smile. After her is Lolly, the most hyper and active of the bunch. Then on the big rocking chair would be Steph and Cherry. They were inseparable. If a someone tried to adopted one without the other, they would do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to change their minds.
"And Peter and the lost boys escaped from Hook and the pirates once again. And once again, making a fool out of Hook." Mac smiled as she finished off the last part of the story. As she leaned back to look at the girls, all sitting there with a dreamy look in their eye's, she, this time, smiled to herself. She also had a dreamy look about her, as her mind drifted into thoughts of Neverland, and flying through the skies with the one and only, Peter Pan.
As they all sat there, thinking about how amazing it would all be, they didn't noticed the small ball of light flying outside the window. Let alone knowing that a certain pair of pointed ears were also listening in on that nights story.