Peter Pan

A Young Boy No More

Disclaimer: I do not have a clipped British accent, there for I don't think I could have written Peter Pan, because I'm sure that Sir James Matthew Barrie had a British Accent. I mean he lived in England somewhere, right?

Author's Notes: Sorry for my disclaimer, normally I have boring ones that are the same for every chapter. But someone -cough Luna32 cough and Sciencegirl92 cough achhheeemm… Sorry about that! -Told me I should spice them up a bit. Lol thanks for the reviews guys! Mea.Rose and Luna32.

Chapter 3- Miss Daisy

I still had to leave at three. The Nickelson's would have let me stay- heck, they would have let me live there permanently- but my dad had another girl friend he wanted me to meet. So I had to go home.

I really didn't want to go. I could have thrown a fit, but I had learned from past experiences that they weren't the best things in the world to do. My fits always made dad angry or his dates antsy.

Plus I was at Tonya's. Tonya thinks I should be a mature twelve-year-old. So to her standards kicking and screaming is below her. You just don't argue with her ideals. I learned that at a young age as well.

I had to change into my Sunday best for this meeting. Dad kept talking about her as if she were a saint or something. It was seriously annoying; daddy shouldn't be talking about any woman like that unless it was mummy.

We were going to a really fancy restaurant. Daddy really must have thought that this lady was something special because he was going all out to impress her. I even got a lecture about good manners and being nice to our guest.

When we got to the restaurant I looked around and tried to find the lady daddy was taking me to meet. Her name was Daisy and she liked to eat healthy.

Great.

Daddy's last girl friend liked to eat nothing but junk food and hated kids. He reassured me over and over again that Daisy liked children. Yet she worked in a law firm, far, far away from children.

Imagine that! I thought sarcastically.

My dad led me to a table towards the back. We had to walk up two steps before we reached a table with three candles sitting in the middle. There talking to the waiter was a lady close to my father's age, all dressed in yellow.

She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face was slender like the rest of her. She was beautiful, but to me, something about her beauty was venomous.

My father must not have seen it for he walked up to her and took her hand in his. Brining her newly manicured hand up to his face he brushed his lips against the back of her hand.

She smiled at his gesture. And answered, "Hello, Charles, dear."

"Daisy, you're as lovely as ever. How are you this fine evening, my dear lady?"

My father's words made me sick to my stomach. How could he expect me to eat after speaking like that to a woman in front of me?

"Fine, Charles, and who is this lovely young lady?"

"This is my daughter, Jessica. You remember me telling you about her?" He pulled her chair out for her and she sat down.

"Yes." She turned her ice blue eyes on me. "Hello, Jessica, dear. I've heard so much about you. Do you know who I am, sweet heart?"

Who was she to call me sweet heart?

I pretended not to notice her question. "Daddy, may I have my menu please?" I asked as I sat down in my chair.

Daisy took my chin in her hands tightly, forcing me to look her in the eye. "I asked a question of you, Jessica. Not answering wasn't very lady like of you. Try again."

I looked at her with hatred in my eyes. Who was she to speak to me like that?

"Jessica." My father's voice had become steely.

"Father mentioned you had a name. I do believe it was Daisy Flare." I replied in a sweet voice that was dripping with rudeness.

Daisy looked to my father. "You were quite right when you said you thought she needed a womanly figure in the house, Charles."

I pretended to gag behind their backs. Under no circumstances was she about to be my new mother.

She turned back to me, taking my chin again, but this time I could smell her flower perfume and see the whites of her teeth. "You will address me as Miss Daisy. Is that clear, sweet heart?"

My father could not have been watching. He had never let any of his other girl friends do something like this. I was horrified.

I allowed no emotion to escape me. "Yes, Miss Daisy."

I could taste bile in my mouth. I was going to find pleasure in getting rid of her, because she just couldn't stay.

"Good." She said pleasantly.

A couple of minutes later the waiter came and asked us what it was we wanted.

"We'll all take the salmon platter, small sized please, Sir." And so Miss Daisy ordered our food for us. I feel the need to make one thing clear.

I hate fish.

So for the remainder of my meal I continually stabbed the stupid piece of shit the poor salmon had been made into. I stabbed it every time my dad told a lame joke and Miss Daisy laughed. I stabbed it every time she made a comment on my state. I stabbed it every time she began to speak of the future.

God I hate Miss Daisy. I had to get ride of her and soon. I couldn't wait to get home and call Tonya. She'd help me for sure!

Author's Notes: Here ya go Miss Luna32, the shortest chapter I've ever written. I hope all of you enjoyed it. I'd appreciate reviews please everyone!