The Lost Girl Chronicles

by TheRealWendyDarling

You've probably heard of Peter Pan, Captain Hook, and the Lost Boys. But what if I told you there was something else to the story? Someone who was thrown into an unfamiliar world against her will which ultimately led her back to the family she was waiting for? This is my story, the story of the Lost Girl.

1. Prologue

You know those silly games you used to play with your friends when you were little? Like coke or pepsi, truth or dare, and if you had 3 wishes from a genie what you would wish for?

My best friend Peyton would always give the same answer. A Range Rover, her own apartment, and a date with Andrew McCarthy. I would always laugh along and eventually it would be my turn. The first two were truthful; my own ginormous library and a swimming pool in my backyard. But the last was always something I made up on the spot like an endless amount of candy, a personal assistant to do my homework for me, a Sam Goody shopping spree.

I never actually told the group what I'd actually make my last wish on, what I wished for basically every year for my birthday, every time I threw a coin into a penny fountain, or every time I blew on an eyelash;

I wanted my family back.

I wanted to be able to turn around and run to the school bus stop 3 blocks from my old house, where my mom always picked me up with my baby sister, and I would beg her to let me push Maggie's stroller while I told her everything about my day. I wanted to sit down at the kitchen table while she helped with my homework while doodling on a piece of paper next to me. I wanted my dad to come home from work whilst I grabbed Maggie and found a place for us to hide in the house and jump out and startle him but then attack him with hugs and giggles. I wanted to go to sleep while I could hear my dad playing my Rainbow Connection tape in the player next to my bed.

I wanted things to be different.

But you can't always be truthful like that. Even if it's with the people who call themselves your friends. Because then you'd turn back into the person that people feel sorry for, the one that always fixates on the past, the one who wants to change things that are impossible to change.

I may be 15 now, but I still feel like I'm constantly playing that game. Pretending I'm happy and telling people I am but inside still feeling like that nine year old little girl who wants to change something that is untouchable.

It sucks when you know you need to let go, but you're still waiting for the impossible to happen.