Peter Pan

A Young Boy No More

Disclaimer: Do I look dead to you? Didn't think so.

Author's Notes: You know what I hate (besides homework)? LAZY PEOPLE WHO DON'T REVIEW! You know what I love (besides geometry and Peter)? PEOPLE WHO REVIEW! Here's the list of the best people ever: Luna32, Saukeandrockleelvr, Original Screenname and Narnia Forever! Thank you guys ever so much! Truly you are the best! The rest of you… (Rae just shakes her head and leaves the room sighing… upon returning she types) you're HOPELESS!

Chapter Six- The Verdict

I knew I wasn't going to get away with the whole toilet seat. I mean what was I supposed to say? 'Um yeah, Dad, science experiment'? Or my personal favorite, 'What happened to looking before you sat?'

What I wasn't planning on getting into trouble for was all of it.

I mean the vomiting, the cake to the face, and the minty toilet seat.

Miss Daisy was pulling ahead once again. My father was furious. Tonya was sent home immediately. Dad was so mad that he couldn't even speak.

Miss Daisy was the one handing out the punishment. I was literally screwed. At the moment she had free rein of our house and she was dripping with toothpaste and an, oh so yummy cake.

Sitting on my bed I heard angry footsteps on the stairs. I stared at the door willing it to stay closed and repel all forces of evil (a.k.a. Miss Daisy or a very angry dad…).

But alas, I have much work to do when it comes to my psychic abilities. Highly considering I have NONE.

Miss Daisy flung my door open and began stomping about, shouting so loud that I couldn't understand her. "I-you-kill-Oomph!"

A bitter smile crossed my face as she stumbled on the mass of toys all over the floor. Standing up she now had bits of paper in her hair along with a couple of angry spiders and their webs.

I must admit, even though I was caught, I had done a good job of putting her through hell.

Suddenly she pointed one once perfectly manicured, now chipped and broken finger at me. "You aren't going to leave this room until you apologize to me."

She was smiling. Damn, she was making sense again. I was hoping she would remain a babbling idiot, but no.

"Guess I'll be here 'till I die, 'cuz I'll never apologize to a snot like you!"

"I figured your little friend, Tonya, would tell you to say something like that. And just because she did, I find her a bad influence on you. Meaning you need to stay away from her."

Need. You need. I think you need. Need. You are a very needy child. Need.

"I NEED NO ONE!" I shouted at her. Spit flying from my mouth landed on her face.

She only smiled slyly. "Oh yes, you do dear. And the thing you need more than me is a boy. That way he can sweep you off your feet and take you FAR away from here."

Need. What you need. I know what you need. You need me. You need a boy. You need. You need. You need. You need. You need. You need. You need. You need.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Suddenly my voice became calm and dangerous and I knew there was a dangerous glint in my eye as I picked up two or three blocks off the floor. "Now."

She smirked at me once more. "I already told you how much you hated her for all of the trouble she got you in. Believe me, girl. I did you a favor. I know what you need and it isn't her."

BIG MISTAKE.

I chucked block after block at her with such preseason and force that she staggered back and landed on her petite little ass. There were indents on her head from where the blocks had hit her. I smirked back at her as I bent down to pick up another item from the floor.

My fingers grasped the phone handle. I picked it up and raised it above my head and charged her.

Need. You need. I know what you need. I'll tell you what you need. Need. Need. Need. Need. Jessica you need me to tell you what you need. You need me to destroy your life, Sweet Heart.

Miss Daisy was at my feet, whimpering with fear and screaming something that made no sense to me. I smiled a smile of pure evil as I began to lower the phone to her head. She raised her hands up to block my blow.

I laughed. Silly slut, her arms where a merely another thing to crush in my mad state. I put all of my frustration into my blow and was happy to hear a delightful CRUNCH…

But it wasn't just Miss Daisy screaming.

I opened my eyes and saw my dad on the floor cradling his right arm. "God damnit, Jessica." He growled.

I simply stared. What the hell had I done?

I had hit my father…

I had hurt him…

"Daddy…" tears began to well up in my eyes. I had caused my dad major pain…

And it was all because of Miss Daisy.

"You are no daughter of mine." He replied.

Something snapped. I dropped the phone and the emotions took hold and I did nothing to hold them back. I fell to my knees, hands over my eyes crying so hard it hurt, only making me cry harder. I had now lost everything. I was an orphan, no mother, no father, and no one to love me.

I heard Miss Daisy say, "I'll go start up the car, Charles."

My father's reply was a grunt as he got up off the floor.

A couple of minutes later the car started and took off out of the driveway.

I took all of this in without processing it. They left and all I was able to do was cry. I wasn't even about to try to explain. He wouldn't understand. There was nothing I could do.

I kept crying.

I wasn't sure how much time had pasted, to me it seemed like three years, but finally I had stopped crying. It's not that I was feeling better, it was just that I had run out of tears to cry.

Staring out the window I noticed that it was dark out. In the sky were millions of stars, all twinkling brightly. I found myself beginning to wonder which one would lead me to Never Land.

Suddenly I spotted a shooting star. It was streaking through the sky at an amazing speed. Somehow it managed to still look to look beautiful. No, not beautiful, handsome.

Remembering from when I was younger that my mother had told me to always wish upon a shooting star. For when you did your wish would come true.

Keeping the star in my sight I said quietly, "I wish Peter would come again tonight and take me away to Never Land with him."

Turning without looking at the stars at all , I climbed into bed with my back facing the window and drifted off to sleep. Had I been facing the window I probably would have noticed that the shooting star had switched it's course and was now headed for my bed room window…

Author's Notes: You know something is wrong when you show up to school with a tail and the hot guy in your math class isn't even phased when you start talking in a British Accent… Darn it. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. It was rather intense and please, pardon je Frances. I mean please pardon my French, or all of the rude words above. Lol. See ya all next chapter! NOW PLEASE REVIEW!