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Sorry it took awhile to write, I have finals to study for O.O and I'm worried about my Algebra one since I forgot half the things I learned (from the beginning of the year)… So yeah, I'm a little worried… But I got Chapter 3 done! Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Peter Pan characters! (in actuality, I only own like three or four people on the story lol…)

Sophi's POV

My lip quivered as I stared at the detailed drawings bordering the walls. It appeared like someone had stolen by stories and illustrated them for me to stare at. Everything morphed into each other; it would start with the mermaids swimming in their cove and change to the ocean with a pirate ship floating on it, then a market place full of pirates and fisherman, then into a forest with Indians and young boys running around, and lastly go back to the mermaid cove. In order to see the whole image, someone would have to spin completely around. However, there was a break between the mermaid cove and the forestry area where the woodwork ended to a window. I walked up to it and stared at the rain trickling down the glass. Behind me, I heard a voice call my name and just as I turned around, there was a flash behind and a BANG! of thunder clashing above me. I shrieked and scampered out the room and flew down the stairs. The front door flew open and two figures emerged; both female.

"Margie!" my mother squealed and the two embraced. The younger girl stood there looking at who I guess was her mother hugging my own. "It's been too long! How have you been?" The lady grinned at my mother.

"I've been amazing!" The lady cheered back. "This is my daughter Rachel! And this I'm guessing is your daughter Sophia?" My mother nodded and motioned me toward the foreign women. "I'm your Auntie Margaret and this is my daughter Rachel. It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" I nodded toward her and we shook hands. So, this must be my mom's younger sister? I'd heard a lot about her and from the stories she sounded quite interesting; a woman I wished was my own mother. A lady full of adventures.

"And to you as well," I said back, trying to be polite. "I don't go by Sophia; just Sophi. And it's nice to meet you too, Rachel." The little girl stared up at me with the widest blue eyes and her mouth agape. Aunt Margaret scolded her for her impolite gesture but she didn't stop until I looked away. There was a tug at the bottom of my shirt and I turned back to Rachel.

"My name is Rachel!" Now, she was smiling at me and her eyes were sparkly. "Let's play!" She grasped my hand and she towed me into the living room. The walls were a blinding white with wooden panels tracing the top and bottoms of it. The flooring was a mahogany wood with a fuzzy dark rug in the middle of the room. On the wall was a television and a love seat was placed a few feet in front of it. A futon was on the back wall with a blanket balanced on the top of it and a kitten was cuddled in it. A piano was tucked away in a corner; appearing to be unused for decades. Rachel danced around the room before plopping down on the rug and peering up at me with round eyes. "Tell me a story please!"

A story? "I umm… don't really know any stories…" Sure, I was in the middle of writing a fantasy story, but it was only a small idea right now; not a full novel. The girl below me had her mouth almost to the floor in shock.

"You don't know any stories?" she gasped in her childish voice. "Not any about Peter Pan?" I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Who?" I asked, confused. Rachel jumped up and grabbed my wrist. She pushed me toward the couch; scaring the kitten and causing it to run to Emily in the kitchen. Rachel stood on front of me with her hands on her hips and her lips set in a pout.

"Peter Pan," she began, "is a boy who never ever grows up! He lives with the Lost Boys and his fairy Tinker Bell and he fights an evil pirate named Captain Hook! My mommy flew away with him when she was little and she got to meet mermaids and Indians and the Lost Boys and fairies and pirates and a lot of people there!" I cocked my head to the side, flabbergasted. Was this little girl insane or just a dreamer like myself? Deciding to play along, I asked her, "Where is this place your mommy went?"

Her eyes brightened. "Neverland!"

From the kitchen, we heard a screech and the clatter and smashing of plates. The kitty skidded out of the there with a piece of fish in it's mouth. My mother, father, Granny Jane, and Auntie Margaret ran into the living room and stared at the kitten eating part of what I suspected was our meal. In the kitchen, Emily began cussing ever swear in the dictionary; to which Margaret quickly covered Rachel's ears. When Emily finished her episode, we all peered in the kitchen to see a bountiful amount of food prepared. The chef grinned sheepishly and announced that it was time for dinner. Rachel cheered and made a beeline for the exquisite dining room.

The first dishes that were brought out were an assortment of vegetables with dips, shrimp and some sauce, and a basket of chips with an onion dip as appetizers. Of course, it was all delicious and most of it was devoured in less than five minutes because most of us hadn't eaten much since the five hour flight here. Next to arrive was the main meal. In front of us sat a honey-glazed ham, a neatly cut tuna with one part missing (my guess, the part the cat stole), tomatoes with rice, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes with gravy, and biscuits. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought today was Thanksgiving, but Granny Jane explained that when Emily found out there was going to be many guests, she went on a food rampage. Our chef grinned again and agreed. Lastly, desert was placed in front of us. There was ice cream, chocolaty pudding, and cheese cakes. Rachel was first to grab a plateful of sweets for she didn't eat much of her dinner to Auntie Margaret's dismay. Overall, the dinner was probably the best meal I'd eaten in years.

"Come, come everyone!" Granny announced after finishing the meal and cleaning up. "Into the living room please!" Everyone exited the dining room and took a seat somewhere in the living room. All the adults got into a conversation of some sort, while Rachel continued telling me about the so-called Peter Pan and Neverland. Her mother seemed to concentrate on what she was saying for some reason. The woman's face was unreadable so it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

"Mommy, me and Sophi are going upstairs now," she yawned, grabbing my wrist. Her mother was still dazed, staring at the space where her daughter had just been sitting, but nodded anyway. We walked up the creaky steps, down the hallway, and into the last room on the right. I found myself once again looking at the painting the decorated the top of the wall and circling us. Rachel didn't seem to notice. "This was my mommy's room and your mommy's room when they were little. I think this was what they called 'the nursery'." I peered at my little cousin, who was wiping her eyes and yawning.

"Granny said that this had had been her room when she was little too," I added to the conversation and Rachel nodded as if she had already known this.

"Mhmm…" she mumbled. "And her mommy before her. They've all slept in this room and all of them visited Neverland…" Rachel paused and her eyes widened. She spun around to face me with a dazzling smile on her lips. "Maybe that means we get to go next! Go to Neverland with Peter Pan and fly and fight pirates and meet mermaids and Indians!" I sent her an enthused grin.

"Now wouldn't that be fun!" I told her and she nodded. "Now, you said that it's only when we're lying in bed, almost asleep, right? Shouldn't we go to bed now then?"

"Oh yeah!" Rachel remembered. "Yeah, let's do that Sophi!" We put on our pajamas, Rachel wearing a T-shirt and pants and me wearing a camisole and plaid shorts, and entered the bathroom to brush our teeth. Before going to bed, we exchanged goodnights and laid down.

In truth, I found all this to be completely preposterous. What was a chance of there being a young boy no older than me who could fly and find our exact room? I sighed and rolled my eyes. As wondrous as that would be, it's impossible. Just as I closed my eyes though, I heard a slight 'click' sound from the window. The lock…! I thought, but was too afraid to turn around to face the window. There was another clicking sound before it ceased. I sighed and closed my eyes again. Suddenly, the window flew open with a loud crash against the wall. I lifted myself up and stared at the window, but I was immediately thrown into a sac. My kidnapper laughed evilly and so didn't another who I'm guessing nabbed Rachel. I screamed when I felt myself being thrown onto something that began to move. Trying desperately to get out of the sac, I twisted and turned, but all work was in vain. There was no escaping this. A laugh bellowed behind me.

"I've finally captured you," a low voice yelled, "Wendy!"

I blinked. Who the hell was this Wendy person?

Thank you for reading! :D I hope you all enjoyed the new installment to my story! I'll try to update quicker (at some point…ahaha!)

~Kayla