In the morning when I had awoke, I was in a small house somewhere out in the forest. It was quite homey. I could smell pancakes and bacon. My favorite. I pulled off my covers and hopped off the couch where she laid me down that last night. I walked towards the wonderful smells until I found the kitchen, with a plate full of food set at the table. I climbed up onto the chair, and I gobbled my food. Six bites later I was full. I jumped off the chair and I ran throughout the house searching for the lady, so I could ask her to read me a story. I eventually found her in the bathroom looking the mirror, applying weird powders on her face. " What are you putting on your face?" I asked her.
"Well it's makeup. It's what big girls put on their face to build up their self esteem, I guess." she said.
" Self esteem?" I wondered, but she just nodded and said yes.
" Will you read me a story?" I nudged on her pant leg.
" I don't have a little kid book, but I could tell you a story. If you'd like?" she smiled. She was so pretty. She had long brown hair that shined in the light, and gorgeous curly locks. She had bright green eyes, and her face was so clear and soft looking. She was wearing a dark flared jeans, a brown leather belt, and a beautiful floral blouse.
She left her makeup on the sink counter and carried me to the couch. She sat beside me and began the story. " There once was this young boy named Peter Pan, he lived far off among the stars in a place called Neverland. Peter Pan lived with the lost boys in a secret hide out. Peter Pan and the lost boys were planning and attack on the pirates. They were bad, terrible pirates, but there was one pirate that everyone feared except Peter Pan, and the pirates name was Captain Hook." she said softly. This was the greatest story anyone had ever told me and it was now my favorite story. And so on with the story she went.
Ten years later, I was in my room thinking of when I was younger, when my mother had told me the story of Peter Pan. Peter Pan was now turning into a distant memory. As I grew up I longed to go to Neverland and meet Peter Pan. He never came, so I began losing hope and started thinking that Peter Pan was in fact just a story. When I was little my mother told me that the scary noises I was running away from was just the scared cries of people seeing Captain Hook and his crew of pirates. She also told me that a fairie led me to the park, to get me to someone who would protect me from evil pirates. But now I just think those noises were just people being killed or hurt, and that I ran away from home because I was little and had no idea what I was doing.
My mother came into my room. I know she isn't my real mother, but she has acted as one to me through out the years. " Layla, you haven't finished your school work. And you haven't done your chores." she said with a serious face. I honestly didn't want to do my home schooling, and I absolutely did not want to do my chores. That was boring. I was still just a young girl, I didn't want to have to do grown up things.
" Mother, I refuse." I said.
" You what?"
" I said I refuse to do such grown up things" I said louder.
" Everyone does chores. Not just grown ups. And grown ups don't to school work, kids do." she said trying to make it clearer to me.
" Well then I will do my school work, but not chores." I said trying to make a deal with her.
" Fine. But I want you to clean your room." she said shutting the door to my room behind her.
I decided I would pick up my room at that moment. I started to pick up my toys and and put them in my toy box. Then in a corner hidden in my room I found a picture I drew of Peter Pan when I was younger. I secretly still believed in him, even though I told my mom that I didn't. Peter Pan had been the best memory in my childhood. But if only he would come to my window and show his existence to me.
Later that day I was in the kitchen eating dinner. My mom was on the phone talking to her boyfriend. I could hear her boyfriend on the other end say, " Margaret, come to dinner with me." I saw my mom nod her head no, even though he couldn't see since they were on the phone.
" Mom, just go. I promise I will be fine, I'm old enough. I'll call you if anything goes wrong." I said with salad stuffed in my mouth. I heard my mom say yes that she would go, and she was smiling like a school girl. She must really like this guy. My mother hung up the phone and walked over to me, " Are you sure you will be fine here all by yourself?" I nodded. Then said I promised.
She said that she had to leave in 30 minutes. I started thinking if I was really going to be fine in this house all by myself. I wasn't exactly sure if I would be safe. This house was in the middle of the forest, and miles away from the city. But I wanted her to be happy and not have to worry if I was fine or not.
Thirty minutes later she left. I locked the door, and looked at the clock. It was 9:30 and I was awfully tired. I dragged myself to my bedroom and plopped onto the bed and past out. It felt like twenty minutes after I fell asleep when I woke up. *knock knock* What is that sound? I hopped out of my bed, then I heard the sound again. I turned around. My face lit up. It can't be, can it. I rubbed my eyes. Sure enough it was Peter Pan standing in my bedroom window. He had blondish brown hair, with curls. And he had bluish green eyes. He was smiling, and he wore leaves on his body. He walked towards me and said, "Come away, come away to Neverland!" and smiled the most adorable smile I have ever seen.