********Well here I am, and I must say I am sincerely, very sor-Ahhhhh! Screams and dodges the old sofa that was thrown at her for not updating. I know I haven't updated in a very long time, but writers block is a curse. And I have to say thanks to my faithful reader secondstar2theright. After I read your reviews I got a spark of inspiration. And I thank you for liking my fics so much. And thanks to all my other reviewers out there that are reading this. So, here's the new chapter.
Chapter Five
A series of disappointed whines and sighs came from the six younger girls behind Mac. The older girl looked back then up at Peter again with also a disappointed look. He landed on the floor again then spoke.
"Well I guess I'll go get Tink and come back tomorrow." his voice was coated with disappointment too. This new news of having to wait didn't settle good with the young girls and some of them let out loud groans of protests and plopped down on the beds with arms crossed and irritated looks on their faces. Mac looked at the girls with an amused smirk then back at Peter.
"Well I guess till tomorrow." she started then looked down towards the floor, catching sight of her necklace in the process. Then with a smile she looked back up and held the necklace up.
"This, I forgot about this. You think its pixie dust right?" she question and he answered with a nod. "So why don't we use this?" She finished and began pulling the small cork off the vile until the flying boy stopped her.
"Don't. For some reason, I don't think you should use that." he said taking the vile in his hand and putting the cork back on. "And besides it's not enough for all of them."
She looked at him with a questioning eye, but decided he was right. Although she didn't know what he meant when he said she shouldn't use it.
As he started toward the window again, she noticed she was still being pulled along with him. Looking down she realized he still had a firm hold on her hand. Also noticing this, he looked up at her with a goofy grin and let go. But wait, what was that she saw? A blush…?
"Well, uh, bye." he said giving a small wave and backing towards the window. He was about to completely leave the room, until he bumped into a small table and sent the old lamp to the hard floor.
Mac cringed at the loud sound of the lamp shattering, and grew a bit pale when she heard the old woman yell out in her room down the hall. Peter, also hearing this, put his hand on his dagger that was dangling from his belt. Mac turned back to him and started pushing him toward the window.
"You gotta get outta here, now." she said looking back towards the door as she heard the old woman moving around in her room. The younger girls had already buried themselves within the safety of their covers.
Floating outside, Peter also looked toward the door. Then looking back at the girl with a bit of concern in his eyes, he spoke.
"You gonna be ok?" she gave a reassuring smile and nodded before he continued. "And you'll be here tomorrow right?" she nodded again quickly as she heard the keeper of the orphanage's door open and close. Taking this as a signal to really get out of there, Peter gave her one last grin before taking off into the sky.
Closing the window quickly, Mac bent down and began picking up the shards of broken glass that had came from the lamp. All the orphans in the room jumped when the door was swung open and collided with the wall sending little bits of plaster falling to the floor.
There Mrs. Claire stood in the doorway. Fully complete with her hair net and face mask.
"What is going on in here?!" she screamed in her leathery voice. She stalked into the room and over to where Mac was hunched over the broken lamp. The middle aged woman gasped and pushed the girl aside, looking down at her lamp.
"My lamp! My beautiful, beautiful lamp!" she yelled out. Picking up some of the pieces, she looked over at McKenzie who had scooted away.
"You! What did you do this time you little brat!?" she questioned toward Mac. The old woman glared at her with cold green eyes. "I knew you would be a bother to me the first day you walked in here! No wonder you don't have parents or no one will adopt you! You're a nuisance!" she continued sneering at the girl, who was just staying quiet. Mac was very used to these kind of words from Mrs. Claire, and had learned to just shut them out. Although they still stung her ears and heart a little.
"But no matter. Soon I won't have you around to bother me, or fill these young girls head with silly stories." she said with a sickening grin. McKenzie looked up with narrowed eyes.
"What do you mean?" she asked her keeper with a nervous tone. She clenched her teeth in fury when the woman let out a laugh.
"Is it really so hard for you to understand? You won't be here. Your out of here. And by this time tomorrow, I'll be getting the rest I deserve without worrying about you waking me." she answered and stood, making her way toward the door. The younger girls that were hid under the covers noticeable stiffened when they heard that their beloved story teller and leader was going away.
"Wait. Tomorrow? You mean…I'm leaving tomorrow?" she said, her voice becoming a little braver. She stood up looking at the woman walking toward the door as thoughts ran through her head. The girls, what would happen to the girls? They'd be all alone. And what about Peter…
"Yes tomorrow." Mrs. Claire turned around again smirking at the girl that she had had it in for since the day she saw her. "Your going to an orphanage that knows how to deal with girls like you. An orphanage that can teach you to respect people."
"Your just sending me away?! And your just telling me now?" the girl screamed back, surprising herself and everyone else in the room. She walked toward the woman and looked down at her five foot form.
"Yes, too bad so sad." the woman teased. "In all fairness, I should tell you what you should be expecting. The orphanage that I'm sending you to, doesn't really care if you get adopted or not. All they care about is that you know how to get along with others, and that you turn 18 as soon as possible so they can get you out of there. And for those that don't get along with others…well, they have ways to deal with them."
The old woman looked up at Mac with a sick satisfaction, and the girl looked down at her with a death glare.
"You can't do that!" Macs yell echoed through the old orphanage.
"Oh yes I can. And I'd watch that temper of yours, I wouldn't want to tell them that you get violent." she threatened and pointed a finger in her face. With that the woman turned and walked out the door, slamming the door behind her.
McKenzie stared at the closed door in shock. How could she do this? She couldn't…or could she? The young girls sat up in their beds, some with tears in their eyes, some with angry looks.
Their leader turned around and looked at them all with a defeated glaze in her eyes. Looking from one to another, Mac walked over and sat down on the edge of Twig's bed. The small weeping girl crawled over and clung to her arm wishing some reassuring words would come from the girls she looked up to.
Soon all the others had found their way to the bed and were also clinging onto the story teller possessively. Nothing was said between them, just the sound of sobbing and whimpers flowed around the room. Finally Soups broke the painful silence.
"There's gotta be something we can do. We can't just let them take you away." she said and wrapped her arms more tightly around Macs other arm. The others girls all said something in agreement, and the oldest just stared out in front of her.
How could this have happened? Did fate really hate her that much? Why would fate let her finally met Peter Pan then decided she couldn't go with him?! Her mind was a jumble of questions of 'why?'. Finally after a few minutes of thought, she came up with an idea. It could work…she could come back when Peter did and…it would work. It had too. Getting a determined look on her face, Mac stood up and looked down at the girls that were still sitting on the bed.
"Get your stuff together. We're getting out of here."
********There. All done. For now anyway. So, review and I'll write more. And this time I won't take so long, I promise.
Chapter Five
A series of disappointed whines and sighs came from the six younger girls behind Mac. The older girl looked back then up at Peter again with also a disappointed look. He landed on the floor again then spoke.
"Well I guess I'll go get Tink and come back tomorrow." his voice was coated with disappointment too. This new news of having to wait didn't settle good with the young girls and some of them let out loud groans of protests and plopped down on the beds with arms crossed and irritated looks on their faces. Mac looked at the girls with an amused smirk then back at Peter.
"Well I guess till tomorrow." she started then looked down towards the floor, catching sight of her necklace in the process. Then with a smile she looked back up and held the necklace up.
"This, I forgot about this. You think its pixie dust right?" she question and he answered with a nod. "So why don't we use this?" She finished and began pulling the small cork off the vile until the flying boy stopped her.
"Don't. For some reason, I don't think you should use that." he said taking the vile in his hand and putting the cork back on. "And besides it's not enough for all of them."
She looked at him with a questioning eye, but decided he was right. Although she didn't know what he meant when he said she shouldn't use it.
As he started toward the window again, she noticed she was still being pulled along with him. Looking down she realized he still had a firm hold on her hand. Also noticing this, he looked up at her with a goofy grin and let go. But wait, what was that she saw? A blush…?
"Well, uh, bye." he said giving a small wave and backing towards the window. He was about to completely leave the room, until he bumped into a small table and sent the old lamp to the hard floor.
Mac cringed at the loud sound of the lamp shattering, and grew a bit pale when she heard the old woman yell out in her room down the hall. Peter, also hearing this, put his hand on his dagger that was dangling from his belt. Mac turned back to him and started pushing him toward the window.
"You gotta get outta here, now." she said looking back towards the door as she heard the old woman moving around in her room. The younger girls had already buried themselves within the safety of their covers.
Floating outside, Peter also looked toward the door. Then looking back at the girl with a bit of concern in his eyes, he spoke.
"You gonna be ok?" she gave a reassuring smile and nodded before he continued. "And you'll be here tomorrow right?" she nodded again quickly as she heard the keeper of the orphanage's door open and close. Taking this as a signal to really get out of there, Peter gave her one last grin before taking off into the sky.
Closing the window quickly, Mac bent down and began picking up the shards of broken glass that had came from the lamp. All the orphans in the room jumped when the door was swung open and collided with the wall sending little bits of plaster falling to the floor.
There Mrs. Claire stood in the doorway. Fully complete with her hair net and face mask.
"What is going on in here?!" she screamed in her leathery voice. She stalked into the room and over to where Mac was hunched over the broken lamp. The middle aged woman gasped and pushed the girl aside, looking down at her lamp.
"My lamp! My beautiful, beautiful lamp!" she yelled out. Picking up some of the pieces, she looked over at McKenzie who had scooted away.
"You! What did you do this time you little brat!?" she questioned toward Mac. The old woman glared at her with cold green eyes. "I knew you would be a bother to me the first day you walked in here! No wonder you don't have parents or no one will adopt you! You're a nuisance!" she continued sneering at the girl, who was just staying quiet. Mac was very used to these kind of words from Mrs. Claire, and had learned to just shut them out. Although they still stung her ears and heart a little.
"But no matter. Soon I won't have you around to bother me, or fill these young girls head with silly stories." she said with a sickening grin. McKenzie looked up with narrowed eyes.
"What do you mean?" she asked her keeper with a nervous tone. She clenched her teeth in fury when the woman let out a laugh.
"Is it really so hard for you to understand? You won't be here. Your out of here. And by this time tomorrow, I'll be getting the rest I deserve without worrying about you waking me." she answered and stood, making her way toward the door. The younger girls that were hid under the covers noticeable stiffened when they heard that their beloved story teller and leader was going away.
"Wait. Tomorrow? You mean…I'm leaving tomorrow?" she said, her voice becoming a little braver. She stood up looking at the woman walking toward the door as thoughts ran through her head. The girls, what would happen to the girls? They'd be all alone. And what about Peter…
"Yes tomorrow." Mrs. Claire turned around again smirking at the girl that she had had it in for since the day she saw her. "Your going to an orphanage that knows how to deal with girls like you. An orphanage that can teach you to respect people."
"Your just sending me away?! And your just telling me now?" the girl screamed back, surprising herself and everyone else in the room. She walked toward the woman and looked down at her five foot form.
"Yes, too bad so sad." the woman teased. "In all fairness, I should tell you what you should be expecting. The orphanage that I'm sending you to, doesn't really care if you get adopted or not. All they care about is that you know how to get along with others, and that you turn 18 as soon as possible so they can get you out of there. And for those that don't get along with others…well, they have ways to deal with them."
The old woman looked up at Mac with a sick satisfaction, and the girl looked down at her with a death glare.
"You can't do that!" Macs yell echoed through the old orphanage.
"Oh yes I can. And I'd watch that temper of yours, I wouldn't want to tell them that you get violent." she threatened and pointed a finger in her face. With that the woman turned and walked out the door, slamming the door behind her.
McKenzie stared at the closed door in shock. How could she do this? She couldn't…or could she? The young girls sat up in their beds, some with tears in their eyes, some with angry looks.
Their leader turned around and looked at them all with a defeated glaze in her eyes. Looking from one to another, Mac walked over and sat down on the edge of Twig's bed. The small weeping girl crawled over and clung to her arm wishing some reassuring words would come from the girls she looked up to.
Soon all the others had found their way to the bed and were also clinging onto the story teller possessively. Nothing was said between them, just the sound of sobbing and whimpers flowed around the room. Finally Soups broke the painful silence.
"There's gotta be something we can do. We can't just let them take you away." she said and wrapped her arms more tightly around Macs other arm. The others girls all said something in agreement, and the oldest just stared out in front of her.
How could this have happened? Did fate really hate her that much? Why would fate let her finally met Peter Pan then decided she couldn't go with him?! Her mind was a jumble of questions of 'why?'. Finally after a few minutes of thought, she came up with an idea. It could work…she could come back when Peter did and…it would work. It had too. Getting a determined look on her face, Mac stood up and looked down at the girls that were still sitting on the bed.
"Get your stuff together. We're getting out of here."
********There. All done. For now anyway. So, review and I'll write more. And this time I won't take so long, I promise.