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If I take a while to update from now on, I'm sorry. I had this story up a while ago but for some reason, the chapters were mixed up and I had to delete them. I didn't delete the story, just the chapters, therefore my story kept the old reviews, which is why new readers think I am greedy. I am not, I assure you. I re-posted the chapters, one every 4-7 days depending on the reviews I received. I have finally posted the last of them, Chapter 6 – Finally, A Smile, and this one you are about to read is Chapter 7 – Defying Gravity. I am currently writing chapter 8, so this may take a little longer to update than the others. I am a senior in high school, and it is extremely hard to keep up with everything. I will try my best, though. I promise. Enjoy!
WARNING! WARNING! RAPE SCENE AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 7: Defying Gravity
GLINDA
(spoken) Elphaba, why couldn't you have just stayed calm for once, instead of flying off the handle!
I hope you're happy!
(sung) I hope you're happy now!
I hope you're happy that you've hurt your cause forever,
I hope you think you're clever!
ELPHABA
(spoken) I hope YOU'RE happy!
(sung) I hope you're happy, too!
I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission,
To feed your own ambition!
BOTH
I hope you're happy in the end!
I hope you're happy, my friend.
GLINDA
(spoken) Elphie, just say you're sorry.
(sung) You can still be with the Wizard!
What you've worked and waited for!
You can have all you ever wanted.
ELPHABA
(spoken) I know. (sung) But I don't want it!
No. I can't want it, anymore. (Amanda starts singing along)
Something has changed within me;
Something is not the same.
I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game!
Too late for second guessing.
Too late to go back to sleep!
It's time to trust my instincts,
close my eyes – and leap!
It's time to try defying gravity!
I think I'll try defying gravity,
and you can't pull me down! (Amanda stops singing)
GLINDA
Can't I make you understand?
You're having delusions of grandeur!
ELPHABA
I'm through accepting limits,
'cause someone says they're so.
Some things I cannot change,
but till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
losing love I guess I've lost!
Well, if that's love,
it comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy defying gravity.
Kiss me goodbye,
I'm defying gravity,
And you can't pull me down.
(spoken) Glinda, come with me. Think of what we could
do, together.
(sung) Unlimited.
Together we're unlimited!
Together we'll be the greatest team there's ever been, Glinda!
Dreams the way we planned 'em –
GLINDA
If we work intendum!
BOTH
There's no fight we cannot win!
Just you and I defying gravity!
With you and I defying gravity,
ELPHABA
They'll never bring us down!
(spoken) Well, are you coming?
(moment of silence)
GLINDA
I hope you're happy,
Now that you're choosing this.
ELPHABA
(spoken) Me too.
(sung) I hope it brings you bliss.
BOTH
I really hope you get it,
And you don't live to regret it!
I hope you're happy in the end!
I hope you're happy, my friend.
(music gets progressively louder really fast)
ELPHABA
(sung loud) So if you care to find me,
LOOK to the western sky!
(Amanda sings northern sky because the North Star, or Neverland, is in the North. She sings the next two lines of the song)
As someone told me lately,
EVERYone deserves the chance to FLY!
(Peter told Amanda this)
And if I'm flying solo,
At least I'm flying free!
To those who'd ground me,
take a message back from me!
Tell them how I am defying gravity.
I'm flying high, defying gravity,
and soon I'll match them in renown.
And nobody in all of Oz,
No WIZARD that there is or was,
Is ever gonna bring ME DOWN! –
(The angry townspeople burst into the room and see Elphaba in her black cloak and witch hat and broom rising above them like the witch they thought she was and made her from their behavior and beliefs)
GLINDA
I hope you're happy!
CITIZENS OF OZ
Look at her, she's wicked!
(yelled) GET HER!
ELPHABA
Bring ME down!
CITIZENS OF OZ
No one mourns the wicked,
So we've got to bring her –
ELPHABA
(lets out a yell – it's part of her song) ohhOHHohhOHHAhhhhh!
CITIZENS OF OZ
DOWN!
AMANDA sighed as she pressed the repeat button on her radio CD player, starting the song again. That song, "Defying Gravity" from the Broadway musical Wicked, was truly perfect for the moment, and summarized her well for what she was feeling. She did feel different, also as if nothing was going to stop her from flying off to Neverland. No, she would make sure nothing did. Nothing would stand in her way. She would fly off with Peter, leaving her troubles and responsibilities behind, her mind and shoulders free of the load.
It was 3:00 in the afternoon, and her parents were in the city. Nothing new. They were always in the city. Amanda sometimes felt that they didn't spend enough time at their true home, and she missed them. Well not anymore, because she would leave them forever, say goodbye one last time. A single tear ran down her cheek. She chose this day to remember everything worth remembering that happened to her during the seventeen years of her life. There were many fond memories of friends and family, and ones not so fond. One of those not so fond memories was of her best friend at the time, Allison Miller.
FLASHBACK
Amanda was in 3rd grade, Allison in 5th. Allison was the only nice person to Amanda while they were in Portledge school, a private school where most of the kids were nasty as all get-out, stuck up, and conceited and arrogant. She had not one friend, save for Al. Al would smile at her, give her encouragement, and go to her house and hang out with her all the time. She never let Amanda down, and that was reciprocated. They were best friends, inseparable. Amanda did not know what she would do if anything ever happened to Allison, that also being mutual.
A couple of days after Christmas, when Amanda and Allison were in grades 5th and 7th, a letter was sent to everyone's homes saying that two tragedies occurred during the past week – the deaths of two students, one in middle school and the other in high school. The one in high school died in a car crash. His name did not matter to Amanda as she read the letter. Her face paled to a shocking shade of off-white when she read the name of the middle-schooler who died of an aneurysm – it was Allison Miller. Amanda sobbed, and her hands started to shake. An aneurysm is a sort of bubble in a vein in your brain that pops or gets too big and clots. It's almost undetectable, and results in the death of the affected person in a matter of minutes. What a horrible death – the worst migraine you could imagine, and then you are dead. Multiple tears sprouted from the redhead's eyes and flowed freely down her pale cheeks, uncontrollable. Her death was seven years ago on December 24, 1997 – Christmas Eve. Allison did not even get to experience her last Christmas.
Amanda did not talk for weeks. When the school had a sort of short memorial service for the deceased students, on the way there walking across the soccer field was the lower school, Amanda had her head down, refusing to cry in front of all these people. One boy, Oliver Williams, was talking to a bunch of boys behind her. He said he was glad Allison died. She was on his bus, and he hated her. Amanda's eyes flashed a dangerous crimson – which happens when she becomes extremely angry – and she whirled around and slapped Oliver right across his left cheek. The teacher did not stop this or punish Amanda, for she had heard what the boy said and was about to intervene when Amanda beat her to it. All she did was give Oliver a death glare promising he would be in trouble later, and separated the two.
END FLASHBACK
Amanda had tears running freely down her cheeks again, the memory fresh in her mind. She would never forget Allison, not even in Neverland. She swore. Since she was on the subject of painful memories, a horrid one forced itself out of the dark recesses of her mind where she had laid it to rest, not thinking it would come up again. It was four years after Allison died.
FLASHBACK
June 18, 2002
Amanda was walking down the streets of Manhattan to her parents' apartment. She passed the Natural History Museum, her favorite place to go and relax, staring at the prehistoric fossils and imagining the world as is was hundreds of millions of years ago, in the time of the dinosaurs. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her right arm roughly as she started to walk past a dark alley, pulling her far in so fast that she did not have time to scream. She gasped and yelped, prying herself loose using the ninjitsu (the martial art of the ninja) she was taught, and performed a roundhouse kick to his face.
She started running out of the alley but couldn't see well, even with the lights around her; it was dark, around 6:00 at night. The man ran after her. Suddenly, she felt a sharp overwhelming pain as the man slashed the back of her right arm, crying out. He grabbed her around her middle and the knife was placed at her throat, the man holding it threatening to slit the flawless skin open if she so much as uttered a peep.
He pulled her further into the alley where it was so dark, no passers-by could see them. He pushed her to the ground and roughly pushed away her clothes, still fully aware of the knife in his hand which lay on the floor, but ready for her if she screamed. She lay there, helpless, her shirt and bra pulled over her breasts up to her neckline and her jeans and underwear pulled down, tears streaming down her face to her ears since she was lying down.
The man reeked of beer, sweat, and grime, almost forcing Amanda to retch and empty the contents of her breakfast and lunch onto the concrete. She gasped loudly when she felt him enter her none too gently, more tears springing from her now dull eyes. It hurt, like nothing she had ever felt before. When he was done with her, he grabbed her right breast one more time and kissed her roughly, then he got up and left her lying there on the cold ground, bleeding slightly in her lower region and feeling dirty. She was raped, her virginity and a piece of her pride stolen from her. She never told her parents in fear of the man someday coming after her.
END FLASHBACK
Amanda's eyes shot open as she shuddered, a sudden wave of fear gripping her like a second skin. This was why she was so scared when Peter came into her room last night. She was frightened that he would turn and leave her to this world of nasty people and responsibilities because she was not completely innocent, even if it was not her fault, even if it had been stolen from her. She decided, though, that if Peter thought it was all right, Neverland would as well. She looked at the clock and noted that it was 7:00 in the evening. She must have fallen asleep and the memory took over her mind and transformed itself into a nightmare, waking her when it was over. She went to lie down on her soft bed, deciding that some more sleep would do her good. She had already packed the things she would need, plus some clothes, of course. Now all she had to do was wait.
Neverland after Peter's visit with Amanda
PETER was sitting on his bed in his cabin in the trees, fingering the watch and rolling it around in his calloused hands. It truly was an amazing thing, the watch. Watch. What a peculiar name. Watch. Peter tried it out.
"Watch. Uatch. Watch…" It sounded and felt exactly like the verb, though he did not know what parts of speech were. "Watch…watch out, watch this, watch me, watch him, watch them, watch it, watch…time. Time to go, time to eat, time to fight, time to sleep…a WATCH tells the TIME of day or night." Peter scratched his head. Words were very confusing. He picked up the small piece of paper that he had placed on his bed next to him with his free hand, looking at the strange symbols. They looked like this: 9:30. Then he remembered the redhead's words. "Nine thirty," Peter repeated. What did it mean? She had told him not to come during the day but at night, when it was dark. She told him there were two times during one full day when each number was shown twice. Each number repeated once – once during the daylight and once during the night, but some of them varied because of the seasons. He was very confused by the concept and how it worked, but he understood the basics.
Peter closed his eyes shook his head, putting the two in his pouch when he opened his eyes. It was late – around 12:00 am, the east coast of America's time, the start of the approaching morning. Peter was tired, for he had been awake almost all night. He laiddown on his bed of animal furs and fell into a peaceful slumber.
The Jolly Roger – afternoon, the day after Peter came back
CAPTAIN James Hook smiled a wicked smile. Tonight was the night he would sail out of Neverland to the modern world and kidnap the girl who had intrigued him so much. He knew she would be the perfect weapon to use against the flying menace. He had followed her above the clouds to her home, so he knew where she lived. This plan would work. It was foolproof. He did not know, however, that the same flying menace was going to fly to the same house to retrieve the same girl and bring her back to the same place as he himself was, though for a different reason.
"I'll have you dead yet, Peter Pan, if it's the last thing I do."
IT was 8:10 pm. Amanda opened her eyes and saw these red digital numbers on the small black electronic alien in front of her face. She had fallen asleep again. Shit. She still had to finish packing. BleblEEP Great. Just what she needed. Another distraction. Once she started talking to the person who sent her an instant message on AIM, she knew it would be hard to say she couldn't talk. She sat up, slid off her bed, and made her way to the computer, turning the screen on and signing on to her account (she had Windows XP). Her eyes widened and her head jerked back a little when she saw how many IM's (instant messages) she received. Oh just her luck. Most were from Nadia – 17 out of the 20.
Chiriko77 (4:02:29 PM): hi
Chiriko77 (4:06:40 PM): Amanda are u there?
Chiriko77 (4:07:01 PM): Amanda? hello?
Chiriko77 (4:10:23 PM): Amanda, i know ur home. u wouldn't leave after what happened last night. please answer me. i need to talk to u.
Chiriko77 (4:17:05 PM) Amanda, for God's sake! answer me! this is important!
Autoresponse from Odango Atama135 (4:17:05 PM): I'm not near the comp or I'm not answering. Pick one. If you're someone who doesn't trust me enough to believe what I tell you, then you should pick the latter.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE – for those of you who don't know what 'the latter' means, it is the last choice you give in a sentence. Amanda meant Nadia as the 'someone' who didn't believe her and that Nadia should choose the 'latter', meaning the second of the two choices she gave in her first sentence – "…or I'm not answering." She is telling Nadia, who knows she is the person Amanda is talking about, to think that she's not talking because she is angry with Nadia for not believing her about Peter Pan. I hope I cleared that up)
Chiriko77 (4:33:18 PM): sighs how am i supposed to believe you? honestly tell me how. would you believe me if that happened to me and i told you about it? i dunno, Amanda. i don't think so. As much as i would have loved to believe you, i just couldn't. I have to go. I'll be back. I hope to see a message from you.
Chiriko77 (7:19:47 PM): im back. why won't you answer me? are you really that pissed? look, i'm sorry, but u have to be rational and reasonbale and try to understand that for few peolpe, it's hard, some, amlost impossible, and for most, completely impossible for them to believe something liek that. its a BOOK, Amanda. u cant possibly think that just becuase it happened to u, everyones gonna believe u.
Chiriko77 (7:19:50 PM): reasonable people almost like because
Chiriko77 (7:19:53 PM): Sorry. I was typing fast.
Chiriko77 (7:35:06 PM): DAMNIT, Amanda! answer me!
Chiriko77 (7:40:47 PM): im sorry i didn't believe you, but think about what i said earlier.
Chiriko77 (7:46:13 PM): Amanda, sighs look. i will tell you this much. last night, when we were arguin (dun wanna say fighting), i saw a ball of light fly across the bottom of the window outside. i had no idea what it was, but i know you noticed it, too.
Chiriko77 (7:49:58 PM): what im tryin to say is i dunno what to beleive now. I need to talk to you about last night.
Chiriko77 (7:50:01 PM): believe
Chiriko77 (7:55:07 PM): its urgent, Amanda.
Chiriko77 signed off at 8:00:39 PM.
Chiriko77 signed on at 8:09:21 PM.
Chiriko77 (8:15:38 PM): Amanda, PLEASE TALK TO ME
Chiriko77 (8:53:23 PM): sighs All right. Fine. I know you don't want to talk to me, so I'll leave you alone, but not without leaving one last message. I saw something else last night. I HAVE to tell you something urgent, but I wont say it when you cant see it right away and respond. I need to tell you what I saw last night. Amanda, you are one of my best and closest friends. I would not lie to you, and I am sorry I didnt believe you. its just hard. Im sorry I made you angry. I dont want to lose you, but it looks like I have no choice. And…I wanted to talk to you before you left.
Amanda's face remained cold, even as she read Nadia's last IM. When she read the last two sentences, she responded.
Odango Atama135 (8:54:56 PM): Come over.
AMANDA walked downstairs at 9:01 when the bell rang and opened the door for Nadia. At seeing her best friend, her cold expression would not hold. She smiled sadly and hugged Nadia, the other girl doing the same.
"You silly ass. I was asleep." She and Nadia walked upstairs.
"Well that explains the sudden absence," Nadia replied. They walked into Amanda's room and sat on the bed. It was clean, the room, because Amanda had pushed her duffel bag under the bed, though she knew Nadia knew what was going on and what was going to happen. The radio/CD player was playing the song "For Good" from the Broadway musical Wicked.
ELPHABA
I'm limited.
(spoken) Just look at me. (sung) I'm limited!
And just look at you,
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda…
So now it's up to you!
(spoken) For both of us.
(sung) Now it's up to you…
('you' trails off)
"How…did you know?" Amanda asked, her voice quiet.
"About tonight?" Amanda nodded. "That's what I wanted to tell you." Amanda's eyebrows raised and her eyes widened slightly as if saying, 'Yes? Well go on.'
"Well? What happened? It had to have been something amazing for you to change your mind, and so quickly as an added bonus." Nadia looked hurt.
"I understand that you're angry, but please, try to spare me." Amanda growled at Nadia, but relented and turned her head away. How she was able to produce a growl so real, Nadia could never understand. It didn't even sound like it was forced – like it was natural. "Amanda, I saw him last night." This caught the redhead's attention. She whirled her head around to face her Indian friend, her long ponytail swirling around her to lie on her back.
"You what?" she whispered. "What else did you see?"
GLINDA
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn.
"The whole thing. Flying out of your window, you falling, him catching you, your banter back and forth, both trying to win the argument of who's fault it was when you fell.
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them,
And we help them in return.
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true,
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you.
Then he let go and caught you again, and then you flew back to your room. When he left, I saw a shooting star collide with Polaris. I assumed that was him, and then I left." Amanda was shocked. Why hadn't she gone home?
"Why were you still there? I thought you went home."
"I did, but I came back because I wanted to talk to you, to clear this up," Nadia explained.
"Oh," was all Amanda could say. A comfortable silence shifted between the girls, neither one wanting to be the one to break it. The song was soothing to the duo. It was a sad song, but the sound and the voices of Idina Menzel (Elphaba) and Kristin Chenoweth (Glinda) were beautiful, and it wasn't new to them. They had listened to it a few months ago, the night before Nadia went off to Stanford University in California.
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun.
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood.
Oh gods, that was hard.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But – because I knew you,
I have been changed for good.
They were in each other's arms, crying softly and letting the words of the song seep into their heads. They decided to not say anything to each other for a little while, a mutual silent agreement.
ELPHABA
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime,
So let me say before we part –
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you;
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend!
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea.
Like a seed dropped by a sky bird
In a distant wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But – because I knew you...
"When is he coming?" Nadia asked softly into Amanda's hair; they had embraced each other at some point during Elphaba's long solo. It was now 9:12. The girls moved away from each other and Amanda turned her head towards the closed window. It was winter, after all, and she most certainly did not want to catch a cold only to be sick when she arrived in Neverland. She walked over to the window and slid it open as far up as it would go.
GLINDA
Because I knew you…
BOTH
I have been changed for good
ELPHABA
And just to clear the air,
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for.
"Soon."
"Amanda, are you sure about this?" Nadia knew what her friend's answer would be, for she never changed her mind once it was set, but she felt she needed to ask her anyway.
"Yes." Nadia's expression turned to one of immense sadness that Amanda could not see. But you see, these two girls were so much alike. She also failed to see that very same look upon the redhead's angelic face.
GLINDA
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share.
BOTH
And none of it seems to matter anymore!
"I'll miss you. So much." Nadia choked back a sob, but Amanda, like Peter, was not one to miss things easily. She turned around, a spark of delight, adventure, and hope on her face.
"Come with me."
GLINDA ELPHABA
Like a comet pulled Like a ship blown
From orbit Off it's mooring
As it passes a sun.By a wind off the sea.
Like astream that meets a boulder, Like a seed dropped by
halfway through the wood. A bird in the wood!
"I can't, Amanda. You know that. I have responsibilities here, and I can't fly," Nadia answered. Amanda walked over to the Indian girl, took the girl's brown hand with her own, and gently pulled, telling her to stand up. When Nadia did so, Amanda kept pulling her.
BOTH
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better.
GLINDA
And… (pause) because I knew you –
"I'll teach you. And Peter will teach us to ride the wind's back, and away we'll go." Nadia took her hand out of Amanda's and backed up, knowing where this was going.
ELPHABA
beCAUSE I knew you –
('cause' in 'because' is sung louder than the rest)
"Amanda, I just told you I can't! I have to grow up. I have to take care of myself, I can't stand the thought of worrying my family and making they depressed and grief-stricken, I'm in COLLEGE, for heaven's sake. Amanda!"
BOTH
I have been chaaaaayyayyaaanged,
For good.
(END of song)
"Forget it all. Forget the responsibilities, the tasks you feel you must perform, the goals you feel you need to accomplish. Forget grown-ups, forget the concept and thought of growing up. We both know that you wish you could do this more than anything – you've just grown up faster than I have." Nadia thought Amanda was being ridiculous. Why would she want that?
'Because I don't want to grow up…'
"You know, you're right. I did grow up faster than you. You may feel horrible for what you are going to do to your friends and family, but you don't feel the need to stay with them and protect them from that grief. I do. I can't go with you, I'm sorry." Nadia's instincts were on overdrive. They were telling her to go while she had the chance, but she didn't want to. She had a dream and wanted to pursue it. Amanda did as well, but her want to live forever as a girl who constantly had fun and stayed young took over.
Nadia had spaced out for a moment, and she realized that there was a hand near her face with a small mound of glittery, soft-looking dust in the center of the palm. It was gold with multi-colored specks mixed in.
"What is that?" Nadia couldn't help asking. Amanda smirked playfully, blew the dust at the other girl's face, and turned her around so that she was facing the window, the star of Neverland twinkling in the never ending blue-black sky. Amanda was standing behind Nadia now, leaning close to whisper into her left ear.
"Forget them, Nadia. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, NEVER have to worry about grown-up things again." Nadia sighed.
"That's a long time." Amanda nodded, now facing Nadia.
"Aye, an awfully long time. Think of a happy thought, Nadia. Any happy little thought." Nadia thought that this was a silly request, for she had obviously forgotten that this was the main ingredient for flying in her journey to adulthood, but she complied and closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes," came Amanda's gentle command. Nadia opened her eyes and saw that she and Amanda were floating up. Wait, UP! FLOATING! She did not feel the ground beneath her feet, and a short look below her confirmed that. She then felt her head lightly bump the ceiling, and she could not help but smile. She was flying. She was doing something she had always wanted to do, but, being a science wiz, thought impossible.
"Oh my God…I can't believe this," she breathed. Amanda's eyes suddenly widened and she flew to her bed to look at the clock. "What's wrong?" Nadia asked.
"It's 9:29. Peter…said he would be here by 9:30."Nadia floated to the ground.
"He knows time?" She asked, astonished. Amanda shook her head.
"No. I gave him my watch and a piece of paper last night. I wrote what time I wanted him here on the paper and when it matched the face of the watch, he should be here. I hope he didn't forget…"
"Don't worry, I'm sure he didn't." suddenly, the girls heard the sound of crunching snow and saw light flash across the part of Amanda's bedroom that was closest to the driveway. This struck fear in the girls' hearts.
"Shit! My parents are home!" The light in the room was off, so she didn't have to explain why she and Nadia were floating in the air just a few seconds before. "Nad, can you go downstairs to stall them? No, better yet…are you coming with me?" Nadia stared at her best friend with sad eyes.
"Not this time. I'm sorry." Amanda's face showed grief, but then nodded to show that she understood. She grabbed her duffel bag from under her bed and carried it over to the window, pushing it through onto the half roof. "I'm ready to go, Peter Pan," she whispered.
"Ready when you are, my lady." Nadia gasped. That was a boy's voice. No, a TEEN'S voice! She looked towards the window and saw Peter Pan standing there, cocky as ever, in his 16-year-old form.
"Ah…wha…? Why is he a teenager!" Nadia whispered.
"He's not, it's just too dark for you to see."
"But his voice…" Nadia continued.
"He has a small chest cold, but nothing to really worry about. I have to go, Nadia." She flew over to her friend and they hugged. "I'll miss you. Take this. It was Wendy's gift to me, but I think you will need it more than I will. It's fairy dust. Use it if you ever feel a powerful urge to see me. And always remember – Neverland is the North Star, Polaris, second to the right and straight on 'til morning."
"Thank you…I'll miss you, too." They let go of each other, hearingmultiple footstepsrunning up the stairs. Too bad they did indeed see the girls floating in Amanda's bedroom. Unbeknownst to the girls, Amanda had left the door to her room open, so the light from the room next to hers filtered in, giving enough light to see the outlines of the duo. Amanda's parents had also received a call from Nadia's mother asking where she was, so they rushed home from the city. When they arrived at the house, Nadia's parents met up with them. They also came inside and accompanied the redhead's parents up the stairs.
At the very last second, Nadia truly made up her mind.
"I'll come back for you. I promise!" Amanda said in a hushed whisper. She flew out of the window after Peter, grabbed her duffel bag, and flew off, Tinkerbell circling the pair.
"No you won't…because I'll be there with you," Nadia said, but this did not fall on deaf ears. Suddenly, Peter was back in the room. He flew around Nadia and landed noiselessly behind her. He lightly pushed her towards the window.
"You will, will you?" He whispered into her right ear.
"How did you hear me?" she asked.
"No time for that. Nadia, you are almost an adult. Think of all the wonderful things you can do and see in Neverland."
"I am," Nadia said softly. The song "Clocks" by Coldplay started to play, which was coincidentally perfect for the moment.
"Imagine a world, like nothing you've ever seen, where every day is an adventure. A world where you'll never have to grow up, or grow old. Come with me. All you have to do is leave home behind, but you can never come back. Never." Peter moved to stand next to the window, facing Nadia.
"Never, is an awfully long time."
I hope you liked it. I know I did. I WON'T BEUPDATING FOR A WHILE. I am leaving for a one week cruise in Costa Rica on February 18. I will be writing chapter 8, maybe even 9 as well, on the cruise, so do not fear, my faithful readers. I shall have a chapter or two, maybe even three for you when I come back. Ciao! PLEASE REVIEW! I love you!