Chapter Two
The next morning I awoke to a beam of sunlight streaming through the cracks in the door and also from the window the boys carved. Quickly getting out of bed, I gazed out the window. Outside a fairy was holding sunlight and sending it through every tree as if it were a wake up call. The door to Peter's house opened and the boy walked out yawning. The other Lost Boys slowly got out of their cozy homes and sat letting the sunlight hit their face. I realized that they were probably waiting for me and hurriedly went to meet them.
"Good morning, Sunshine," said Peter sarcastically. I did not want to know what the bags under my eyes looked like; they were definitely not designer.
"The bed wasn't bad, but the noises from the animals is something I'm not used to. I live in a city where everything is mostly quiet in result of the curfew," I explained. Peter laughed and began to lead us to our new adventure.
When we reached the lagoon it was not what I expected, it was better. The waters were a deep blue that seemed to glitter. The lagoon was in from of a forest, so the trees in the background made the sight breathtaking. It caught the eye and made you stare in amazement. Assorted rocks surrounded the lagoon, some were very large and others were rather small. One mermaid sat on one, brushing her long, blue hair.
The mermaids were beautiful. Each had a different colored tail, but all were a light shade of pastel colors. Their hair matched their tail and was put into elegant hairstyles. The Lost Boys seemed to focus on the net behind them. Colorful bubble were swimming around in the air. Each boy squealed in excitement and jumped into the pool. They began to play a game against the mermaids. The game was just like volleyball, except with bubbles. I sat on a rock with my toes dipped in the water watching in amazement. The whole island was full of wonderful sights and creatures, and each day I saw more of the wonderful world of Neverland. Each sight made me wish to stay forever; I never wanted to leave this magical lifestyle.
"Who do you think is going to win?" asked Peter as he sat down next to me. The answer was obvious: the mermaids. The mermaids were more skilled and could easily distract the Lost Boys. Their distractions caused them to score points easily.
"The mermaids will win, definitely," I answered.
"I wouldn't be so sure. The boys have won a couple of times," he laughed. As the game went on the boys stopped falling for many of the mermaid tricks. The mermaids, however, did win.
"Tea time!" cried the pink mermaid. We all joined around the mermaids (they obviously couldn't leave the water) and enjoyed the wonderful tea and treats.
"Peter, who's your friend?" One of the mermaids asked. Peter introduced me. I noticed that they all looked at me with a weird expression and would never include me in any conversation. In fact, and time I would speak they would interrupt.
"So how many of you are there?" I asked politely. Maybe they would respond if I spoke about them? They did seem to enjoy being the center of attention.
"Peter, did you hear about Ryder attempting to kidnap Mason?" The blue mermaid asked.
"Who's Ryder?" I asked Peter.
"He's the leader of the pirates. He's very-"
"I'm sorry, he was talking to us," the purple mermaid said cutting off Peter. Silence fell over the lagoon.
"I think I'm going to go back to the house," I said. Peter stood up and followed.
"No, stay here with us," he said.
"I'm fine. I need to leave. I feel a little funny," I said.
"Come on, gang. We can't leave Terra alone, can we?" asked Peter.
The mermaids didn't like that Peter was going with me, but they said nothing and went back underwater. Mason ran up to me and grabbed my hand as we walked back to the meadow.
"Do you want to know a secret?" Mason asked me.
"Sure! What's your secret?" I asked.
"I don't like them. They're rude. I like you more," he whispered. I laughed and kept moving forward.
We had little daylight left and we didn't want to have the littler boys walking in the dark, so Peter decided to we should fly back. He again got to laugh at my terrible flying. I thought I was doing great with what little experience I had, but by Peter's laugh, it was obvious I looked like an amateur.
The boys all asked to be read a story, so I pulled out a book about a handsome prince who had to fight dragons to find a golden key. The golden key unlocked the tower in which the princess was held by her evil step-mother.
"But what happens after they get back to the castle? Does the king find out that his daughter is still alive?" Mason asked.
"I'm sure they all lived happily ever after," I explained.
"We don't live happily ever after," mumbled Mason.
"Mason, can you help me with the map?" Peter asked. I wondered what Mason meant by that comment.
Did the Lost Boys miss their old homes? Were they stuck here unhappily? I could never imagine being unhappy in a wonderful place like this. It was so magnificent. There were so many once in a lifetime adventures and friendly creatures.
I dwelled on this as I walked to my house. Could there be something I didn't know about? What could make a land like this cause unhappiness?
I looked around and studied the scenery. On the ground below, leaves blew across the dirt like they were being chased. Above me, an owl was hooting and staring me in the eye. It flew away as if my eye contact scared him. It was so peaceful out.
"Look, all I know is he wants the girl," a voice in the dark called out. I quickly hid behind a tree near me and listened. I knew I probably shouldn't have been eavesdropping, but the voice was so hypnotic.
"Why would he need her?"
"I don't know. We haven't found out. We just know he needs her and that's why we need to get her."
"We will soon. We just need to wait for the right time."
I heard footsteps trailing off into the woods. Once I was sure they were gone, I raced to my house and locked the door. Considering I was the only girl on the island (that wasn't a mermaid or animal) they had to have been talking about me. Who wanted me? Why did they have to take me? What made me so special?
As I sat in my bed, I heard nothing. There were no animal noises, no soft snoring from the house next to me, no hum of the fairies as they worked away. There was silence. That was the night when I finally realized why people fear silence.
In the silence, I thought of the conversation I overheard. I could not get my mind off of it. Was it me? Maybe I just imagined it. Maybe...
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