Chapter Two - Pretty Girl

The first day was fine. Pan and the Boys had a celebration for me - though I don't think I'm much to celebrate. Pan says I'm special. I believe more than any other girl in the world. I guess I'm special in that sense. But I feel like he's not telling me something.

I sit in the corner of the camp. Most of the boys are out hunting. The few that stay are either watching me or talking. It's about mid-afternoon. But most of the sky is covered by the huge trees. I still can't believe I'm here.

Pan walks over to me, sitting down beside me. "So, how are you enjoying Neverland, Sammie?"

I shrug. "Well, not much. All I've seen is the camp. But it is pretty nice, I guess."

"I can show you the forest if you want," Pan offers, that grin on his face. That grin always makes me blush now.

I nod. "Okay." I stand and so does he, and he takes my hand, leading me out of the camp.

We walk for a few minutes. I stare around at the forest. I can easily get lost in this forest. Thank God I have somebody to make sure I don't get lost.

We round a corner and I see a treehouse. Is that the treehouse Wendy was in when she lied to Henry about being sick from the lack of magic in Neverland? God, it is.

"This is the treehouse," Pan tells me, walking toward it. "A nice little place. I have some better clothes for you in there."

I look down at my worn pajamas. My old PE shirt from freshman year(I'm a sophomore now) and blue sweatpants. "I'll gladly take it." I walk past him and climb up the ladder, hoisting myself up onto the floor of the room. Nice place. It's a small room with a bed, and I see something on a wall. I walk toward it, seeing a name carved in the wall. Wendy. I run my fingers along the name, for some reason feeling a strange connection to the name somehow. When I think of her, I feel a connection. Like I know her.

I shake my head, turning away. I see a pile of clothes on the bed. Clothes from like Snow White's time. A long sleeve brown shirt, connected to a long black skirt, that goes out a little, and as I hold it to my chest, it goes down just a little over my knees. The shirt has a black corset over it. Plus black boots that go up to my knees. Cute and I can still run around in it. Pan must have waited for me for a long time. Probably stole the clothes from some girl back in the old times.

I put on the clothes, only taking a few minutes. They fit pretty nice. Better than my ragged pajamas. Screw those.

I sigh and pop my head out, letting him know I've changed.

He smiles and starts to climb up after me. "Much better." He comes in the room after me. "Do you like the place?"

I nod. "It's nice." I sit down on the bed. "Okay, why are so you so interested in me all the time? It has to be something else besides my strong belief."

Pan smirks. "It is something bigger."

I sigh. I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off. "But I haven't decided to tell you yet." His smile is now a full-on grin. "Now come on. Let's play."

Playing for Pan is fights and lots of games. He started teaching me how to fight. I'm training to become the first official Lost Girl of Neverland. I always smile at the thought of that. I always wanted to be a Lost Girl. It makes me feel special inside.

I try to forget Pan is evil on days like this, when I have a lot of fun. But I know he's just acting all nice to me to distract me from what I am suspicious of, and to get me settled on the island.

Now it's nighttime on my second day here, and I'm dancing with the Lost Boys to the flute. I know the flute is meant as a charm, but I can't resist it. I have to dance to it. The sound of that beautiful music compels me, draws my body to sway to it...

I grin and laugh as I dance with the boys. So much fun. Care-free. I think about nothing else but the joy I find in being a Lost Girl.

I glance over at Pan, and I see a grin so infectious that I grin back. Life couldn't be more great.

Pan grins wickedly as he watches the girl dancing with the Lost Boys. So pretty. Her blond and brown hair flying around as she spins and jumps about. She doesn't know who she really is. He isn't telling her until he can get a hold on her. Make her feel at home on his island. Tonight she does. But she knows he isn't the Peter Pan she always believed in. He needs to make her believe in him. Evil, wicked Pan.

He needs her. If he can't have the last girl, then he can have this one. And she is so easy. He just needs to reel her in like a fish and a worm. That little fish would bite on the worm and be pulled in to the fisher, as long as he had patience.

And then he can tell her. Everything. Once she is reeled in.

Once she is mine.