After school, instead of riding in Cubby's car home, I walked. I guess you could say I was fed up with them. I was. When I was about halfway home, a big red pickup truck full of four jocks passed me.
"Don't you EVER talk to my girlfriend again!" one guy shouted, and threw a water balloon at me. Sure, it was just water, but it was ice cold and hurt. I sighed and kept walking.
When I finally got home, Ann was cooking dinner by the stove. As usual, she wore her black, I don't care how I look clothes with her hair in a tangled mess. I threw my bag in the closet and looked at the empty closet beside it that used to belong to Tinker.
"Why did you walk, sweetie?" Ann asked. I kicked my shoes off.
"Because I felt like it, okay?" I snapped, and run upstairs to my room. Inside, I threw dirty clothes outside, slammed the door, and logged onto Facebook. Every day I do this. And I can't stop. Every day, I check Tinkers' page. Nothing, as usual. I guess that a small part of me hopes that one day I will log on, and she will have posted pictures of herself and her friends. But the last post was by me. I had just found her laptop when we entered our house after the fire. She was already logged on. I posted the picture of her coffin. It lay in the beautiful cemetery she was buried in. Surrounded by flowers. No one was in the shot, because it was before the funeral. Before the people who pretended to know her showed up.
I was the only one who knew her. She was my best friend, before I met Her and her family. It was a cold night, and I was sleeping in my little house. Tinker was flying around, being annoying. I threw my pillow at her so she would sleep, too, but she was angry. So she pointed her sparkling wand, and suddenly, my shadow was gone! Tinker tried to persuade me not to look for it. She was almost hysterical. She pleaded, but I had to get it back. I think she knew what would happen, somehow. But I went to the Darling house. And when I first laid eyes on Her... I stopped. And yes, I did know what a kiss was. But I pretended to not to know. Because she was a child. And, even though I looked like a boy, I was older and wiser than her. And I know some things that she did not. Like how sometimes your heart breaks, but you have to let someone go because someone else needs you. I said goodbye to Her. But when I got home, the government had found us. They took the creatures to their labs, and told us we had to live as normal people. I kept Tinker with me. She was like a normal sister, even though the bond between us was not. And now I can never change that.
I did some quick searching on Facebook, and found the email of the girl I had talked to earlier. The one with the blue eyes and brown hair. I typed in her email, but didn't know what to say. How was your day? Was that your boyfriend who threw water at me when I walked home? Then I decided on something.
Hey. You might not remember me, but I'm that guy that you helped in school today. DP, Peter Pan. Anyway, I wanted to ask you a question. Please respond.
What do you think happens when you die?
-DP
A/N
Hello! Yay, I posted within a week of my last chapter. I think. Anyway, I am SO ready for school to be over. Oh my god. I have a question: Anyone who has ever watched or read Peter Pan, do you call the fat Lost Boy Cubby or Curly? I call him Cubby, because thats what my research tells me, but tells me it is Curly. I don't know, I'm pretty sure you all know what character that is. Sorry if this chapter isn't very good. It was going really well, until it deleted. I was heartbroken! Not really. I hope you enjoyed!