Author's Note: Yeah, so if you have read my story before, I am sorry, but I hadn't worked the entire plot out in my head as well as I thought I did and I need to redo it from this point on. I am sorry if this ruins the story for you. I am glad to say, however, that I have mapped out the rest of the plot, and with what I have written recently and tidbits I have written in the past, the next few chapters will be fast and easy to write, so they should be up soon. And to those of you who don't like short chappies, they are getting much, much longer. As I have said previously, I have mapped out the rest of the chapters (there will be 14 in all) and I hope to finish them by the end of March.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan characters or phrases. The real-world alterations to them, however, do belong to me.

Chapter 4: "Help"

Slightly and Wendy walked with me to the guidance office. I had been very reluctant about the whole going-to-guidance thing, but Wendy was very persistent. She was determined to get me some "help." Eventually, Slightly (who we had been getting acquainted with, since, for obvious reasons, he now sits at our lunch table) stepped in on the argument and offered to come with me.

"Would you like to sign up for group session, it might – oh, hello," Ms. Lily interrupted herself, surprised. "Could you wait outside, please? I am speaking with another student right now."

I looked at the boy facing away from us, and recognized him as Matthew Tootley, but most people called him Tootles. I assume he is here because lots of people make fun of him because he is slightly rotund.

Minutes later, the door opened and Tootles came out, his round cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Hey, Matt," Slightly said, attempting some friendliness.

"You two may come in now," Ms. Lily called from somewhere in the room.

Ms. Lily pointed to the two empty chairs in front of her desk. Wendy sat down promptly and I looked at Slightly. He beckoned for me to sit.

"What are your names?" Ms. Lily said, taking out a clipboard with a long form on it.

"Peter Pan," I said, slouching in my seat. I really did not want to be here.

Wendy scowled at me and turned to Ms. Lily. "I'm Wendy Darling, and this is Slightly Parker," she said, motioning to Slightly.

I rolled my eyes. Ms. Lily wrote something down on her paper.

"And why are you here today?" Her face seemed mildly interested, so it didn't give an acted appearance, and she was young, so she didn't have that I-care-about-you-because-I-am-an-old-lady-and-that-is-what-old-ladies-do look. Hmmm… maybe she was alright after all.

I snapped out of my daze to realize everyone was staring at me. I looked over to Wendy, putting my hand out in an "after you" gesture.

A hint of the expression that owned her face on the day of the Snow Ball returned as she began her story. "It was about three hours before the start of the Snow Ball, and I got a call from Peter asking me to pick him up. He was on the side of the road – " Wendy's voice cracked and tears glistened in her eyes.

"Keep going," Slightly said, reassuringly. Wendy swallowed, inhaled, and began again.

"He had run away from his house. All he told me was that he had a fight with his father. But… but his tuxedo jacket was ripped. I sewed it up for him, and we went to the Ball. But, during the slow dance, Peter – " A loud sob escaped her throat and the tears were coming steadily down her face now. I almost felt guilty for doing this to her when her arms began to shake. Ms. Lily looked extremely concerned.

Wendy took a deep breath and steadied herself. "He… he had this p-peculiar look on his f-f-face. I asked him w-what was w-wrong, and … and … he asked me what – " Her voice became quiet, nearly inaudible. " – what it is like to die."

Ms. Lily stared, shocked, at the paper she had been scribbling away on the whole time Wendy struggled telling the story. Suddenly she remembered our presence and looked up with and appropriately composed face.

"I can offer you each group sessions, I think that would be best for both of you," Ms. Lily said. Wendy gave her a confused look through her tear-streaked face. "I think it would be best for you, Wendy, judging by the way you reacted to the situation."

Wendy nodded thoughtfully as Slightly interjected. "Can I go with Peter? So he doesn't feel lonely?"

"Of course! That would be wonderful, and as for Wendy, the boys and girls groups are separate. I think that would be best, so you don't feel pressured by each other," Ms. Lily continued. For the next ten minutes, as Ms. Lily gave us papers and explained schedules and procedures, I couldn't help but notice something odd in the right hand corner of Wendy's mouth. Nothing had changed visibly, but I had a feeling something big had happened there.

I hope you liked it! The next one will be out shortly - it is almost done. It is really good and will have more links to the actual book in it! Please review! It is schooltime and I think that people are reviewing less, but it only takes like two seconds to review and it could mean all the difference to making my story better!