Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PETER PAN. The wonderful amazing J.M Barrie does.
Oh if only I could go to Neverland for real ::sighs::

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Peter Pan sat in a big Oak tree overlooking the Mermaid Lagoon playing his panpipes, its low, sweet tone emanating from it drifted down throughout the forest, slowly waking up the creatures that lived there. The mermaids below him were listening to the soft music, completely entranced by it. The birds chirped softly in their nests, enjoying the sound. The gossamer threads of spider webs glistened in the early morning sun. Everything and everywhere on the small island of Neverland was peaceful – everywhere but the Jolly Roger.

"God DAMN that brat Peter Pan!! Why can't I ever get him where I want him? Blast it! That slimy swab! I can't wait to drive me sword straight THROUGH him! SMEE!!!" Captain James Hook, or just Hook as we like to call him, yelled in a gruff, deep voice. He was pacing back and forth in his private cabin, which was decorated richly.

Inside he had his bed, a bedside table with a lamp on it, a beautiful Russian rug in the center of the floor, a gorgeous dark mahogany desk filled with maps mostly of Neverland and other tools he needed to use the maps (example, a compass), a lamp on the desk, and a dark mahogany chair fit for a mighty pirate like him to match the desk. Oh yes, of course you can't forget the harpsichord.

"Y-y-y-yes, Cap'n? You called?" asked a very nervous Smee. He had every right to be nervous; his famous pirate captain had a nasty habit of being...well, nasty. If you annoyed him or made him mad enough, he would kill you on impulse.

"WHY is it that I can't get to PAN?!! It's driving me INSANE!!! None of our plans ever work! If we do manage to capture that annoying, crowing boy, he always escapes!!" yelled an enraged Hook. He had tried to capture Peter the day before, but he didn't come close to even capturing the boy. "Pan knows ALL of my tricks. I need to think up something that's clever and will trick him...one of our old tricks revised."

Peter heard Hook from where he was on the Oak tree, for it was not that far away from Hook's ship. He snickered, and had to fight off the tremendous urge to go and tease Hook because he didn't want to risk anything if he could help it when Hook was that mad. He learned that the hard way, and he has a large scar running down his left bicep to prove that.

"Maybe we should try something different?"

"What do you mean, Smee? What are you saying?"

"What I am saying, Cap'n, is we should try something new."

"And what exactly would that be?" asked Hook in a low but dangerous tone, inches from Smee's face.

"Why don't you try to...capture a girl? From the world Wendy came from? Capture her, bring her here, tie her to the mast, and wait for Peter to come," said Smee, happy that his idea came back to him.

"Smee...you are a genius! What an idea! It's fool-proof! And when he does make his appearance, we will have sharpened swords and guns waiting for him! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Hook said, letting out his most evil laugh.

"Thank you, Cap'n!" Smee said with delight.

"Now all we need to do is take a trip to London - no, wait, even better – AMERICA! And bring back a girl. On to New England!" Captain Hook said as he curled his moustache around the deadly weapon in place of his right hand that he was named for. Of course he did not know that what he knew as New England was now broken up into many states, as well as the western part after it had been discovered.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Uhhh..." a girl of 16 rolled over, still half-asleep, to shut off her alarm clock. Her name

was Jade Smith. She had deep red hair, the color of blood, not like a fire truck, that held big waves, not small ones, and deep dark green eyes speckled with very fine gray flecks. She got out of bed and turned on the lights. "AHH!! Geez..." she said as the light blinded her for a second. She quickly got used to it, but it still hurt a little to open her eyes all the way. "Why do we have to get up so early..." she said as she looked at the clock. It read 7:00 am. She groaned. She slipped out of her pajamas and walked over to her closet.

She pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans, a baby- blue tank top, and a light red sweater that zipped up the front. She kept it open. She then put on her white, black, and blue new balance sneakers. She looked at herself in her full-length mirror, and took her hair out of her messy bun it was in.

Her blood red hair tumbled down her back to her waist, almost to her backside. She smiled, now fully awake, her pine-colored eyes sparkling, pleased with what she saw. She headed to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and hair, then took her school bag which was also dark navy and light blue (guess what her favorite color is) and went downstairs. She looked at the clock again. 7:30. she snatched a granola bar from the cabinet and headed outside
down the street to her bus, ready for school.

Jade's POV (point of view)

Ergh...History first period. Yuck. Why does history, of all periods, have to be first? No wonder I don't do as well. I'm always tired in the morning. Though I'm awake enough. Still. Oh well. I shrugged my shoulders and walked into the classroom. I thought about my hero, Peter Pan, the whole time. I still listened to the lesson, though. I'm a multi-tasker I guess you can say.

Let me tell you something you should know about me. I am literally in LOVE with Peter Pan. NO! NO!! Not THAT kind of love::Exasperated sigh:: He was my childhood hero, and still is. I love all the stories about him with his lost boys, playing treasure hunt, hide-and-seek, catch the Indian, and Peter's adventures with Hook and Tiger Lily. Ahhhh finally. History is over. Now on to English. Not boring. I love English. I love writing.

After a period of writing about Peter Pan and talking about writing styles, it was time for my free period. And guess what I did? I fantasized about Peter. I also went online to an amazing
website called where you can read all different kind of stories from a book, Movie, cartoon, TV-show, Japanese anime show, etc. that people write themselves. I read all about Peter. I love reading about him, even if the stories are made up by people and written down.

Advisory – think about Peter Pan some more and read more stories on Astronomy – study for an upcoming test. Yuck.
Math – great class. Laugh and joke around with Ms. Roantree. Also do math. Fantasize about Peter Pan.
Free period – fantasize about Peter Pan.
Lunch – fantasize about Peter Pan and hang out with my friends.
Chemistry – pay attention. I like Chem.
Drama – fun class. Love it. Practice for the play, 'The Pajama Game'. Talk to best friend Ashley about Peter Pan.
After-school rehearsal for play – practice and talk to Ashley, Emily, and Samantha, my three best friends, about Peter Pan.

"Oh my God, Jade, you are OBSESSED!" Ashley said as we all laughed.

"So what? You're obsessed with Spike! I know, I know, I admit it. And I'm damn proud of it, too. (Samantha was about to say something but I, knowing what she was about to say, cut her off) I don't care what you think, Sam, but I think – no, I KNOW – that Peter Pan is real. I believe in him and Neverland." Samantha just sighed. Both she and Ashley rolled their eyes.

"I believe in him, too, Jade!" Emily piped up She isn't part of our "Japanese group", but a great friend of ours, no less. "I believe in everything about him. I bet it'd be so much fun to be able to fly!" Emily giggled.

"Yes, I would give up anything, even my life here on earth, just to live in Neverland. Even if I were only able to visit, It would be the best trip I would ever have in my life. Oh how I would love to see the Mermaid Lagoon, the Indian encampment, Skull Rock, and the Jolly Roger!" I said, my eyes wide with glee.

"What's the Jolly Roger?" both Ashley and Samantha asked in unison.

"Oh please, don't tell me you don't know what it is. After being best friends with both me and Em, living with us talking constantly about Peter Pan and his adventures in Neverland, you should know what the Jolly Roger is," I said to them. They both shook their heads no. Emily and I sighed.

"The Jolly Roger is Captain Hook's ship," Emily told them.

"Oh," Ashley replied, not that interested.

We were finally let out of rehearsal, and Emily, Ashley, Samantha, and I were walking down the steps out of our school to our parents' cars.

"Oh how I would love to go to Neverland! Visit the mermaid Lagoon, just think! Real mermaids! And Captain Hook's Pirate ship! Haha! Take THAT, Captain Codfish!!" I said as I jabbed the air with an imaginary sword. We all laughed at my comment, not aware of the dark, blue, sinister eyes watching us from the shadows. Watching me.

"She's the one."

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