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Peter's Past

Chapter 2: The Day I Ran-Away

I liked the first chapter a lot, but it seemed to not give any detail on Peter's side, though most had been given already in Peter Pan plays, I think it would be best to do this chapter anyway, just for fun!

Plus, I haven't posted anything new in months, so this is good warm-up back to fanfiction mode!

Hi, I'm Peter Pan and a long time ago I ran-away. Why? Well, it's kinda a story I don't feel like thinking too hard about, but if it'll clear things up and give me a reason to talk about myself then why not!

Hmm, I believe it was the first day of spring, or some day in March, any way, me and my friends were playing outside. Now I don't mean to brag or nothin', but I had a lot of friends. Let's see, what where their names…Oh yeah! There was uh, Elizabeth, no wait, Lizzy, Jordan, Emily, George, Eric, Mark and, uh, Mathew! …I think…

Well, anyway I was playing with them when I saw …my …mom… walk home from the market. Which meant supper was soon so I had to go home. I said by to my friends. Heck, if didn't know I wasn't gonna see them again I would've stayed longer, but, hey, what can you do. By now they're all grown up so who cares…

I ran up to the door and opened it quickly, said hi to my Parents and went straight upstairs. Maybe life there wasn't too bad, I mean, my family was nice and all but, I don't know, they just seemed to want me to grow up already and I was like what, 10? That's not really fair! *sigh*… the reason I'm acting like this is because, well, that day I went downstairs for dinner and, they were talking about me growing up fast, of what I was gonna be as a man. Usually when they talk about it, it didn't bug me, mostly because I really didn't care for adult c-con-conver-sa-sations, did I say that right? And, and, this time, I well, did care, which scared me, I didn't want to grow-up, I never want to grow-up! And I don't think they should make me! At that point I got really scared, and angry an-and well confused, I guess, I ran right up to my room and slammed the door shut. I think my mom heard me 'cause next thing I know I hear her shoes walking up the stairs.

I kinda panicked, I wasn't sure what to do, I just knew I had to get away, she was gonna wanna talk to me about why I stormed off, and I didn't want some stupid talk about it, so what else could I do? Well, I ran away, that's right I Opened the window and dashed right out, scaled down the wall and ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

I knew at this point mother had gotten to my room because I heard her calling, the farther I got the louder more frightened it sounded. I must admit…I felt kinda bad, but I couldn't turn around! I knew if I did I would run right back to my mom just to grow-up the way they wanted me to.

The ground still had a bit of sleet since winter was only just turning into spring. Odd how it happens over night, don't you think? Well, I slipped and came to the ground in one of the last piles of snow of the winter. And for some reason I began to burst into tears and I couldn't figure out why. All I knew was that I was wearing spring and summer clothes and was freezing in the snow, I was hungry and had no dinner, I was all alone and no one was there to comfort me…

My eyes were buried in my hands. But right outside of my hands something seemed to be glowing. I slowly stopped my crying I peeked through my fingers to see what it was. I was truly shocked to see it. A fairy! A real live fairy! Just like the ones in Emily's fairytale books that she would force me to listen to when I first met her (later on I chose to listen). Fairies had come to be something in which I believed in. But, to see one, see one in real life is beyond belief!

I was mostly shocked that it had not flown away and hid. But instead she just stared at me curiously, seeming to ask why I was so sad. When I had decided to explain she wanted to help me. She taught me to fly, and gave me a home. She taught me how to understand her language and told me her name was Tinkerbelle, I called her Tink!

Many, Many months later I wondered what my parents were up to, if they missed me, or if they even cared anymore… I guess you could say I was a bit homesick, but don't tell anyone!

So, I went to my old house and flew up to my bed room window… it was shut… and worse… there was a kid… a kind sleeping in my bed…in my room…and my parents looked over him smiling warmly while mom read him my favorite book… she always read me …every night… They no longer cared about me, I no longer mattered, Looks like I was easily replaceable to them.

All I know is, I'm never gonna go back, and I'm never gonna grow up…