Chapter 6:
APOV
I didn't die. That was very good. But I was scared to open my eyes.
I'd been awake for awhile, just staring at the inside of my eyelids. The room smelt like the fish market on Tuesday.
"Do you think she's alive?" I heard a squeaky voice whisper.
"I don't know, but look at her, she's adorable!" A girl squealed.
"Can we keep her?" A whiney voice asked.
Somebody with an 'I'm better than you, so listen to me' kinda voice spoke up; "I like this one, she's not like that ugly girl, Wendy, was her name."
Okay, now they crossed the line.
"Who the heck do you think you are? Insulting my grandma like that! Have you no shame!" I screamed at them as I flew up and opened my eyes. I heard a series of gasps while I got a look at them.
They were mermaids, and I was in some kind of drying room. They were sitting like they were the queens of the world. They were all plucked, poked, and perfect, like most mermaids are.
"We will forgive your rudeness. You must've been through so much, you poor dear, being held captive by James, and then getting shot in the arm and then the leg. We watched the whole thing. You poor, poor dear, Peter has been looking all over the island for you. He's madly in love with you, more than that Wendy girl." She huffed the last part, but the rest she said sincerely, stroking my arm lovingly. That was a bit creepy.
"We simply must give her a makeover!" One of the littler mermaids squealed, she had black hair and green eyes, she was now my mortal enemy.
"Yes we must, Pearl! She would look so pretty, we could cut her hair!" Said a red head, stroking my blond hair, "And make her eyes pop!" With that she stroked under my eye, "And we must simply. Imagine she'd look so pretty!" The biggest, prettiest, and oldest looking mermaid scratched her head.
"You're right, she would look worthy of us mermaids! We must do it! Now!" All the mermaids cheered and hopped down some hole, leaving me in a disgusting smelling room.
"Um, can I get some clothes?" I asked the room. I had just realized that I was still in that toga thing, and it didn't feel so hot.
A head popped up from the hole. "Here, I'm sure you must be uncomfortable, I know I would." Said the mermaid, and she tossed me a bundle of something. The mermaid went back down and I walked over to the bundle. I picked out a piece of clothing, it was a shirt, one of my shirts. I remembered packing it that day so long ago.
"Thank you" I whispered. I pulled off my outfit and pulled on the shirt. And the funny thing was; she gave me a pair of short. These mermaids must know me extremely well. Are they stalkers or something? I quickly pulled on the pants right as the mermaids head's popped up, holding full bags. And they didn't look like some laundry.
"Oh! You found your clothes, that's good. Now, how do you feel about blue?" And with that I was attacked with makeup brushes and seashells.
~ 2 long hours later
I had been… mermified. I don't think that a word, but now it is. My hair was now layered, short, cute, and it had blue highlights (How they got my hair blue, I may never know). They had plucked, picked at, and perfected every square inch of my body. So now, I looked like a mermaid with legs. It was spooky.
"You look absolutely adorable!" My mortal enemy squealed. I was getting the idea that mermaids tend to squeal a lot, it was very, I mean very, annoying.
"Um, thanks?" I said, picking at my shorts.
"It was our pleasure. Now get back up there, and kick those pirate's butts," said the same red-haired mermaid that brought me my new clothes.
"Now Ariel, you know how we feel about that." Said the ring leader, Pearl, or something like that. I smiled.
"Now, we have to get you back to Peter, he's worrying his head off. Let's go!" Ariel said cheerfully, holding out her hand. And I took it.
"You might want to take a deep breath!" She giggled as we plunged into the cold water.
~Later, when they've reached mermaid cove
"Thank you so much, for everything Ariel." She laughed.
"No problem, sorry it took so long. I hope that you return to your normal color!" We laughed at the little joke as I wheezed on the rock.
"That's okay; I didn't take a deep enough breath." She laughed even harder.
"No, no. Well, I hope to see you again someday Annabelle. Someday, someday…" And with that, she sunk beneath the waters, leaving me alone, sitting on a rock.
Soon, I heard a little gasp and the drop of something heavy. I spun around, ready to slug whoever it was.
"Annabelle? Is that, is that you?" My eyes started to tear up when I saw who it was.
"Peter?" I whispered, my voice broken. Peter fell to his knees and started to cry. I got up and ran over. "Peter, is it really you?" I whispered. He looked up and smiled.
"I missed you, where did you go?" He asked, as if I'd just gone out to gather some food.
"Don't you remember? I was kidnapped by the Indians, and then the Pirates, and then the Mermaids. The Mermaids is a bit of a long story…" I laughed when I trailed off. Then, Peter did something that surprised me. He looked up, and he kissed me. I mean full-fledged kissed me. I loved it.
"I love you" Peter whispered against my lips. As a response, I kissed him back.
When I pulled back, we were both smiling.
"Just promise me, that you'll never get kidnapped by the pirates again." I laughed.
"Don't worry; it's not exactly high on my list." He laughed at this too.
"Well, come on. We have to get ready." He said, hopping up.
"Huh? What are we getting ready for?" I asked, following him.
"We're getting ready for the war." I choked on my spit.
"You're having a war, over me?" I squeaked. Peter nodded.
"I can't have you keep getting kidnapped, I have to end this. I can't keep doing this!" He said, pounding a tree.
"Peter, I'm not worth a war. I'm not worth squat. I should still be in DC, getting my guts beat out by Joey, and yet. Here I am. I've defied the one rule of Neverland, yet, I haven't been kicked out yet! I'm expecting to receive my letter of 'kicking you out' resignation or whatever. I don't belong here, yet you opened your arms to me! And you want to have a war over me! That's just stupid! I refused to let you!" I said, trying to convince him, that having a war is stupid.
"Oh well, now I'll have to do it the hard way." And then he picked me up. I mean like he slung me over his shoulder and started to walk, like I was some rag doll.
~Around 30 minutes later
"Peter, stop this! Stop--- just let me down!" I screamed, playfully, as I pounded his back. He just laughed.
"Calm down, we're home." Then he let me go. "Oh, and I love the hair." I rubbed my head and thought about how in the world the mermaids got my hair blue as I got up.
I looked at everybody in front of me, preparing for the unnecessary war ahead.
This is going to be a long day.
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