Peter
"Michael I don't know how to tell you this-" I blew a chunk of my brown hair out of my eyes before I chickend out. "-but I think we should get off this cloud."
The young boy gave me a smile that practically broke my heart. It was so bright and happy-how could I tell him that Wendy was suffering back in London? How do I tell a young boy that he should leave because I thought I saw his sister? Michael wouldn't believe me-would he? This was neverland and even though here you can fly and see mermaids. Even fight the moody pirates who haven't been around in five years. But talk to a person who is not physically in this world? Even I think I'm crazy!
I called out for Tink to give us some pixie dust so that we could rejoin the group of Lost Boys. When both our feet were touching the sand on the beach Michael was talking non-stop about how much he missed this place. Oh how he couldn't wait to see his friend jacob- who he was positive was here. All of his enthusiasm slowly began to convince me that maybe that I was just being the silly leader of the lost boys. Michael Darling being here next to me gave me something that I haven't had in almost six years- happiness. I have to admit the dosage was small, but I have a feeling that I was going to get more.