Samantha turns in her sleep, nightmares haunting her. "No…" she'd mumble over and over. Sweat pours from her in the heated room and she cries out in the night. Then a presence enters the room. The clock stops ticking, Samantha's watch blinks off, and the room falls silent save for Samantha's mumbling and tossing and turning. A thump sounds through the room right by the window and Samantha's eyes fly open. Samantha looks up, her back facing the window, to see a shadow against the wall of a….boy? She reaches impulsively for the knife she usually has under her mattress, to see that it isn't there. She curses silently and looks up at the shadow again silently.
A young boy looks around the room in confusion. "…Did thy redesign?" he asks aloud. He looks to the two boys in their beds and guesses that they're Michael and Jon. "But where's…" he starts off, then sees the bed a few feet beside him. "Wendy?" he says, walking towards the bed slowly. When he reaches the bed, he reaches out a hand to touch the body, but the girl grabs it and throws him across the room with relative ease. "Wendy it's me!" he says as he catches himself in mid-flight by fling to the ceiling away from her. "My name ain't Wendy," the girl says to him, looking up at him with cold and confused eyes and continues," and who are you?" Peter looks taken aback. "Who am I? Why…everyone knows me! I'm Peter Pan!" he says, puffing out his chest in an attempt to look important. The girl blinks, her big green eyes big and mocking now. "Peter Pan? And I suppose you've flown in here from Neverland, right? With your precious Fairy?"
"…duh"
"Oh…shit! Who spiked my drink? Was it Shanique? Probably…she said the good bye would be 'special'"
"Spiked? Wouldn't that hurt your tongue?" Peter asks, tilting his head in utter confusion. The girl laughs slightly and shakes her head. Peter flies up to her and lands in front of her. "What's your name, lady?" he asks. The girl looks at him in silence. "I'm….not even gonna say anything! But my name's Samantha….and never let me hear you call me lady ever EVER again!" she says finally, keeping a straight face. "SAMANTHA!" a voice screams. Peter whips out a knife and Samantha looks at it in awe. "Damn! Where'd you get that? Could I borrow it? She asks, reaching for it. Peter looks at her in surprise. Can't she hear that…lady? he thinks, gesturing wildly. The girl looks to him again and he guesses she gets what he's trying to say, because fear mildly flickers in her green eyes. "Hey…you need to get out of here! " she whispers running up to him and looking him square in the eyes.
Samantha's stomach churns in fear as the sound of her mother's foot steps grow close. "Go! GO!" she whispers, staring into his blue eyes. He thrusts a different knife into her hands and she kisses him on the cheek as a quick, impulsive thanks and pushes him out the window, jumps onto her bed and thrusts the knife under her mattress, not even noticing his clear surprise. All of this just in time because right when she shuts her eyes, the door opens and her mother walks in. Even breathes she thinks and automatically her breath evens out to a rhythmic beat. "Samantha…." Her mother says, sitting by her bed and rubbing her back. Samantha's body tenses slightly and she rolls her eyes and falls asleep before her mother can go into her future.
Samantha sits in her new homeroom silently and looks around. A group of kids whisper in the corner and laugh, looking straight at her. Samantha does look…different from all of them. Then the boy walks in. The boy she saw in the car. She looks at him incredulously and when he looks to her, she looks away. Roll starts right when he sits down. "Samantha Darling," the teacher calls. Everyone laughs. "Darling? What? Are you from Peter Pan?" someone asks. "You actually READ Peter Pan, you dork?" Samantha shoots back, narrowing her glare at the girl, who falls silent and everyone laughs. The teacher silences everyone's laughter. The teacher keeps going through roll and gets to, "David Hook!" The boy raises his hand and lets it just…drop back down. Hook? It's like….no! Don't even think about it! Last night was just…a dream! she thinks, and shakes her head, pulling out pen and paper, trying to rid her thoughts from anything having to do with the story Peter Pan.