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The game was boring-as predicted.

The three sisters sat lazily on the bleachers, trying to keep themselves occupied in some way or another. The twins had left off their bickering, finding it more beneficial to simply talk. Anything to curve the boredom. Alice was staring at random objects, counting under her breath. She always counted things when she was bored. So far it was: five vendors, twenty-three soccer players, six lights over the field, three referees and thirty-one children. She was well on her way to counting how many spectators were in the stands when a roaring cheer went up. Her eyes darted to the field.

She saw her brother pumping his fist in the air victoriously. He was sweaty and dirty, but a huge grin lit up his face.

"Oh. A point."

Alice looked up to see her sisters staring owlishly out at the field. Ellie smiled down at her while Essie simply crossed her arms with an indifferent look on her face. Giving a hesitant smile, she turned around again. The game had started again and she felt the boredom threatening to suffocate her again. Her eyes scanned the area for something else to count when she caught sight of a playground far beyond the soccer stadium.

She felt her curiosity piqued. Strange...the last time she was here, there wasn't a playground there. She looked at the game, then back to the playground. She turned to her sisters.

"Hey, can I go to the playground over there?"

Both twins looked at her. Ellie smiled.

"Sure. Be careful though."

Essie frowned.

"Aren't you a little old for playgrounds?"

Grinning sheepishly, she shook her head and hurried down the steps. Once she was on the ground, she darted towards the exit to the stadium. She soon found herself outside and looked around. Going north, she soon caught sight of the playground. Coming closer, she noticed it was deserted. Her footsteps slowed as she frowned.

There should be children here. But there weren't.

She stepped onto the playground and was surprised to find it was wood. Not the squishy padding that most playground floors were made of. She looked around her. Looking closer, she saw that this wasn't really much of a playground. Nor was it new.

The entire structure was made out of wood. But it was rickety and splinters of wood stuck out. The slide was a whole log and didn't look like something that would be entirely safe to use. The swings were made from vines and planks of wood; the jungle gym had a few rungs knocked loose. It gave her strange chills.

Not unpleasant chills, but chills full of excitement and something far beyond her own human power.

It was like something straight out of a fairytale.

She approached and put a cautious hand on the slide's surface. It was rough, but emanated a strange warmth that made her whole arm tingle. She pulled away quickly. Gulping, she backed up and stared at her hand.

This seriously wasn't normal. She turned around to make a hasty escape when she was stopped short by a boy.

A boy with haunting green eyes.

She screamed and backed away as fast as she could. That is, until she slammed into the hard surface of the slide. She screamed again and fell to the ground in a heap. She gulped heavily as the boy simply stared at her.

"What's the matter with you?"

She couldn't answer. His green eyes conveyed pure confusion.

"Are..Are you afraid of me?"

Stumbling over her words, she struggled to give him an answer.

She couldn't find one.

"Because…you're a ghost!"

The words left her lips before she could even really think it through. But his expression told her all she needed to know.

"Ghost? Me?

He looked shocked for a moment before melting into amusement. He began to laugh. A child's laugh. It broke the tense atmosphere between the two. Alice realized the foolishness of her fear and began to laugh along. The air was full of their laughter.

Finally, the strange boy stopped and wiped at his tears. Still chuckling, he smiled boyishly at her. She smiled back, albeit a bit hesitantly. Taking a chance, she asked another question.

"If you're not a ghost…then who are you?"

He grinned and bowed, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Peter Pan, at your service!"

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