Peter pan 3:The Lost Girl
Chapter 1
Grandma booked plane tickets for us not very long after she called us. We left the next day. And got there a day later. It was a really long flight, but I had taken it once or twice before. This time wasn't as boring as the other times because I could do more. We got there 12 hours later, very tired and ready for the comfort of Grandma Jane's house.
When we finally got there, it was a nice, clear and cool night. Grandma opened the door and squealed rather loudly as she grabbed me and mom into a big, loving bear hug (rather impressive one for a woman her age). And greeted us with a the usual "oh I've missed you so much; How have you been?" etc, etc. She ushered us up to our rooms, my moms being her brothers old room; mine her old room and the old nursery(the very nursery rumored to have been the room were my great grandma and grandmas adventures had said to have begun). She had inherited the house she lived in from her mom. The quiet little house on Bloomsbury St.
Grandma and my mom went down stairs to talk. I, however, stayed in my room and got unpacked. I didn't get too far though because I got bored so I grabbed my book and picked up were I left off. I was one of great grandmas stories of peter pan, this one was how he and the lost boys got on board Hook's ship and stole his treasure. I read for a while then stopped and slipped of in to a daydream.
It has always been my dream to be able to meet Peter Pan and find Neverland. I was different, every body knew that about me. I never wanted to grow up that was why I hated it when my birthday rolled around and everybody made such a big deal out of it. I never want to grow up even now when I'm 15, I still see it as I could make it to Neverland because I'm not legally an adult I just wish he'd come for me.
A soft knocking woke me from my daydream. It was mom she was looking rather annoyed and sad at the same time. My guess was I had completely ignored her by accident, but this wasn't the first time it had happened. Mom gave me "the look" and said, "Kassidy, you seriously need to start listening to me. You know you must grow up sometime, so stop daydreaming and get your head out of the clouds. Forget about Peter pan because for first of all he's not real and second, if he was, he certainly wouldn't come for you now. Peter Pan isn't real, neither is Neverland so grow up, act like a 15 year old should act and move on."
I looked at her like she had just kicked me really hard in the chest and said, "Mom, just because he didn't come for you doesn't mean he won't come for me, I'm not even 18 yet so I'm still a child. I promise you this mom, I will find Neverland one day and when I do, I won't come back."
That's when mom got really angry, " Don't you take that tone with me young lady, like I said, Neverland isn't real, that book of your has completely poisoned your mind." she said as she grabbed the book from my hands. "until you get it through your head that there is not such thing as Neverland and Peter Pan and fairies and such, you r grounded and won't get this book back till you realize that this is just fiction. Now go to sleep." she ordered.
She turned around and let, and I slammed the door and locked right after her. I jumped on my bed and cried, wishing I could find Neverland, wishing he would come for me. That's when I decided what I would do. That night, I would run away.