Chapter Three
"Ahhhhhhhh!" the girl screamed as she dove for the metal bat that the girls kept in the corner. She grabbed it and turned, keeping her hostile position, only to find that there was nothing or no one in view. By this time some of the girls had woken up to her screech.
"What are you screamin about Mac? What's wrong?" Cherry said as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.
"Nothing, nothings wrong go back to sleep. Everything's fine." Mac reassured, never once looking at her, but searching the room. Cherry shrugged at the other girls that had woken, and laid back down and soon, they were all snoring in dreamland. Still glaring around, Mac made her way over to Steph's and Cherry's night stand and grabbed the flash light in the drawer. Clicking it on, she scanned it around the room, but with no avail. There was no one in the room. She shook her head in confusion, for she knew that she had seen something or someone.
"Maybe I was sleepwalking. This old orphanage is messing with my head." she said silently and she turned off the flashlight and walked toward the open window cautiously. Slowly peering outside, just to make sure, she stared toward the skies. In her deep thought she noticed out of the corner of her eye, a quick movement. Turning quickly, she again, saw nothing. Shaking her head once again, she closed the window, though still making sure not to lock it even though of the past experience.
Facing her bed, she spotted on the floor, the red feather that she had picked up earlier. Giving it a suspicious face, she walked toward it and picked it up once more. Remembering what happened last time she did this, she turned quickly, but was met only with the plain white wall and closed windows.
'What is going on?' she thought to herself as she placed the feather in the pillow case insuring its safety. Resting her head on the pillow and feeling the light bump of the feather under her head, telling her that it was still there, she gave one last look around the room, and closed her eyes.
Outside
Seeing that the girl was now asleep, Peter let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't meant to startle the girl, he just wanted his feather back. And the fact that he extremely wanted to meet this girl helped him along too. He had been coming to her window for the past few weeks. She knew all his stories, and loved telling them. She also called the younger girls 'the lost girls'. He always smiled at that. For as long as he had been coming here, they had always reminded him of the lost boys. And the story teller kinda reminded him of, well, himself. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have liked that very much, and would have done anything he could to change it. But in this case, it didn't bother him at all. Maybe it was because she was a girl, or maybe because he loved her stories. Or possibly the reason was because he was maybe….starting to like this girl. There wasn't a reason why he shouldn't really. She was more beautiful than and fairy or mermaid that he had ever seen. And she even made Tiger Lily look homely. Sure the lost girls were entertaining enough to watch, but the story teller interested him so.
Slowly making his way back to the window, he peeked in to make sure that everyone was still asleep. He smiled when he looked at the lost girls in there slumber. One of them, the smallest, had one leg and one arm hanging off of the bed. Another was laying with her head at the bottom of the bed and her feet on her pillows. But his grin grew to about 1000 miles wide when his vision moved to the story tellers bed. Even in her tossing and turning, she was still gorgeous. Suddenly something fell out of her pillow case. His feather! Reaching toward the window, he slowly pushed it open, and glided inside. When he reached the side of the bed, and slowly picked up the feather, smiled, and gently raised up his head so it was even with the bed. Getting ready to take off, he wanted to look at the girl one more time. But was in for a surprise. When he gazed at her, her silver blue eyes shot open and their eyes met.
"Oh, no. Not again." he thought as he cringed, preparing himself for the loud scream. But to his surprise, it never came.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" the girl screamed as she dove for the metal bat that the girls kept in the corner. She grabbed it and turned, keeping her hostile position, only to find that there was nothing or no one in view. By this time some of the girls had woken up to her screech.
"What are you screamin about Mac? What's wrong?" Cherry said as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.
"Nothing, nothings wrong go back to sleep. Everything's fine." Mac reassured, never once looking at her, but searching the room. Cherry shrugged at the other girls that had woken, and laid back down and soon, they were all snoring in dreamland. Still glaring around, Mac made her way over to Steph's and Cherry's night stand and grabbed the flash light in the drawer. Clicking it on, she scanned it around the room, but with no avail. There was no one in the room. She shook her head in confusion, for she knew that she had seen something or someone.
"Maybe I was sleepwalking. This old orphanage is messing with my head." she said silently and she turned off the flashlight and walked toward the open window cautiously. Slowly peering outside, just to make sure, she stared toward the skies. In her deep thought she noticed out of the corner of her eye, a quick movement. Turning quickly, she again, saw nothing. Shaking her head once again, she closed the window, though still making sure not to lock it even though of the past experience.
Facing her bed, she spotted on the floor, the red feather that she had picked up earlier. Giving it a suspicious face, she walked toward it and picked it up once more. Remembering what happened last time she did this, she turned quickly, but was met only with the plain white wall and closed windows.
'What is going on?' she thought to herself as she placed the feather in the pillow case insuring its safety. Resting her head on the pillow and feeling the light bump of the feather under her head, telling her that it was still there, she gave one last look around the room, and closed her eyes.
Outside
Seeing that the girl was now asleep, Peter let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't meant to startle the girl, he just wanted his feather back. And the fact that he extremely wanted to meet this girl helped him along too. He had been coming to her window for the past few weeks. She knew all his stories, and loved telling them. She also called the younger girls 'the lost girls'. He always smiled at that. For as long as he had been coming here, they had always reminded him of the lost boys. And the story teller kinda reminded him of, well, himself. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have liked that very much, and would have done anything he could to change it. But in this case, it didn't bother him at all. Maybe it was because she was a girl, or maybe because he loved her stories. Or possibly the reason was because he was maybe….starting to like this girl. There wasn't a reason why he shouldn't really. She was more beautiful than and fairy or mermaid that he had ever seen. And she even made Tiger Lily look homely. Sure the lost girls were entertaining enough to watch, but the story teller interested him so.
Slowly making his way back to the window, he peeked in to make sure that everyone was still asleep. He smiled when he looked at the lost girls in there slumber. One of them, the smallest, had one leg and one arm hanging off of the bed. Another was laying with her head at the bottom of the bed and her feet on her pillows. But his grin grew to about 1000 miles wide when his vision moved to the story tellers bed. Even in her tossing and turning, she was still gorgeous. Suddenly something fell out of her pillow case. His feather! Reaching toward the window, he slowly pushed it open, and glided inside. When he reached the side of the bed, and slowly picked up the feather, smiled, and gently raised up his head so it was even with the bed. Getting ready to take off, he wanted to look at the girl one more time. But was in for a surprise. When he gazed at her, her silver blue eyes shot open and their eyes met.
"Oh, no. Not again." he thought as he cringed, preparing himself for the loud scream. But to his surprise, it never came.