Here is chapter 4...it's not as long as the others, sorry, but chapter 5 will be up as soon as I get some reviews!!!! THANK YOU!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any of the original story. I only own Rebecca and anyone/thing that you don't recognize.
Chapter Four: Escape to Neverland!
Peter looked around and called for Tinker Bell, who of course refused to come over to him. I watched him chase her around my room until he had caught her. He tapped her over my head and I felt the brilliant pixie dust showering all over me. It tingled and tickled and I laughed with glee and clapped my hands, just like a five year old. Peter laughed at my reaction.
"Just think of a wonderful thought," he told me. And, oh, I did! 'Neverland, Lost Boys, fairies, pirates, adventure...FLYING!' The thought hit me, and my face lit up under the glittering dust and I felt my feet rise from the carpet. I cried out in happiness and hugged my arms to my chest in an ecstatic twirl. Golden dust blew everywhere and my bureau, carpet, bed, and all the other things surrounding me were soon sparkling with it. Some smaller things like nail polish and gum packets started to rise. I laughed, and started diving around to bring them back to their places, but Peter pulled me back. "Let them be! It's more fun!"
I was shimmering from head to toe, outside and in, and instead of pushing the floating objects back down, I took a pack of gum and threw it at Peter. He dodged it and it hit a wall in a splatter of pixie dust. Peter got me back by grabbing a hovering lipstick and sending it flipping towards me. I tried to dart out of the way, but I wasn't fast enough and it bounced off of my arm. Soon Peter and I had a match going. I never once got him, which didn't surprise me, but he got me nearly every time. The few times when I wasn't hit were literally just lucky dodges on my part. In a matter of seconds, my things littered the floor, and for once I didn't care. I even screamed it!
"I DON'T CARE!!!" I announced to everyone who had ever told me that I was too messy. "I'LL MAKE ALL THE MESS THAT I BLOODY WELL PLEASE!!" Peter and I laughed together and I sort of swam through the air to join him. He was proudly sitting in midair, legs straight and straddled in a "V", fists on hips, and watching me. I looked down at my feet, flinging elatedly all over the place, and I looked up to the ceiling, beaming, mouth open and teeth glowing white in a huge smile. Before I knew it, my head bounced against my ceiling and I got that feeling that Wendy and John and Michael had gotten in the book when they bounced against the ceiling, for as the book stated, there is little that is as wonderfully pleasing a feeling as bouncing against a ceiling!
"I'M FLYING! I'M FLYING!" I screamed. I couldn't help it; I had to scream in my jubilance.
"YOU'RE FLYING!" Peter shouted with me, taking my hand. How I didn't hear them come in, I don't know…I was likely to have been too distracted, but just then my mother's footsteps resounded on the stairs.
"FLYING?! REBECCA!" I gasped and looked at Peter...up at him because before I knew it, my happy thoughts were gone and I landed on my feet with a thud. Peter looked at the door and then snatched my hand.
"Come on!" My mother reached the top of the stairs and the floor creaked up to the door as Peter yanked me out the window. I hadn't even thought of something happy yet, and my legs slapped against the windowsill. I winced in pain and heard my door open. I tightened my grip on Peter's hand as he pulled me to the side of the window.
"REBECCA!" My mother raced for the window.
"Happy thoughts!" Peter whispered. 'FLYING!' I felt myself pulled into the air, up and away. "Don't look back!" Peter said as I glanced down to my roof at my mother, who was now standing on it and calling out to me. For a moment, I felt homesick and sorry for leaving her in distress. The soft cushion of my blanket in my backpack willed me on, though, and just like that, the guilt was gone. Could she see me? What did it matter? I was flying! I snapped my head back to Peter and smiled. We flew faster and sped through the air. That was the last time I would see my mother for a long time.
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