|Neverland, Here I Am
Author: NomDePlumes PM
My life was nothing but being compared to my sister Wendy and working. But then came a boy. A boy about my age that could fly! A boy that took me to neverland (I suck at summaries, please view!) rate K for languageRated: Fiction K+ - English - Sci-Fi/Fantasy - Peter P. & unknown - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,492 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 12-14-12 - Published: 12-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8758308
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"Tell us a story, Wendy! Please?" Curly whined.
Wendy, the little angel she acts like, is surrounded and being drooled on by the boys. It's been like this since we entered the guys' tree-fort an hour ago. When we first entered, I was completely frozen. I mean, it was like from a Disney movie! The walls and floor are completely made out of the tree, as was the furniture specially made for each boy. Like Tootles chair, it was taller so he could reach the table. Too cute.
"Oh, Surly. I would love to tell a story." Wendy chimed.
"Actually it's Cur-"
"Once upon a time," Wendy announced," there was a beautiful princess with gorgeous blond hair that was as long as Big Ben, and she was the fairest woman in the world."
"Just like you." Fox drooled. Tinkerbell just scoffed. I jumped a little, forgetting that she was laying on the top of my head.
"Wait till the humidity comes, her hair won't be gorgeous any more." I whispered while Tinkerbell giggled her little head off.
"Anyhow, the woman's name was Rapunzel. Rapunzel lived in a high tower with her evil stepmother. Till one day a handsome boy came to the tower" Wendy turned to Peter who flashed a cheesy grin. Gross" And he called her down. He yelled 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down you hair. Rapunzel flew her hair over the open window which the boy climbed up and they lived happily ever after. The end!"
"Wow, what a great story!"
"The best I've ever heard!"
"Yeah, the best lie." I said.
Then, eyes fell on me. The boys, including Peter, faced me with a look of pure shock.
"Who are you?" Nibs whispered.
I just rolled my eyes. "I'm the other girl Peter brought. Been hear the whole time, boys."
The boys looked at each other then at Peter who nodded.
"How was my story a lie?" Wendy scoffed.
"It's not the original story. The original story was more realistic."
"Why don't you tell us the original, mother goose."
"Be happy to, Little Red Whoring Hood " Wendy just dropped her jaw," The real Rapunzel goes like this; Rapunzel was stolen at birth from a crazy lady named Dame Gothel. Gothel trapped Rapunzel in a tower with one window and one room when she turned twelve. One day, a prince comes by the tower and hears Rapunzel singing and immediately falls in love with her. He spy on the tower the next to find a way to enter and see Rapunzel. Finally, after witnessing Gothel say the whole shebang calls Rapunzel down and meets her for the first time. They stay and the tower and you know, get it on, resulting in Rapunzel getting pregnant. When Gothel finds out, she cuts Rapunzel's hair and throws her into the wildness and leaves her to fend for herself. When the prince goes back, Gothel tricks him by throwing Rapunzel's cut hair to climb then drops him, causing rose thorns to get in his eyes and blind him. The prince dies from starvation while Rapunzel lives the rest of her life in the forest, taking care of her twin boys only to die from illness." I said, purposely leaving out the original, happy ending.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, stared at me. Not from anger or sadness but from shock. I mean, to them, we just met then I crush their fairy tale into a million pieces.
"Cosette, that's awful." Peter spat.
"That's life. It swallows any light it can find and leaves despair in its place. I would know." I whispered with a tear travelling down my face.
"Idiot." Wendy scoffed. The boys just nodded their heads then turned back to her. Peter just stood there, with a distant look on his face. His chocolate brown eyes stared at me with such confusion and concern I've ever seen. I just glared at him then began to walk out of the tree fort. I was about to open the door but then I felt a small hand grab the bottom of my Pink Floyd shirt. When I turned I was Tootles looking as cute as ever. He pulled on my shirt harder until I was kneeling at his height. His tiny hand was placed on my cheek and he wiped away my single tear.
"Please, don't cry miss Cosette. I liked your story better. It was sad, I know it will soon have a happy ending." I smiled until my cheeks hurt, as did Tootles. I put my hand on my head and ruffled his hair. He giggled, which to me sounded like a million bells ringing.
I stood up again to see the sight I had seen a minute ago, the boys drooling over Wendy. Gross numero dos.
"Hey, Tootles. Want to go for a walk?" he nodded and we were out in a flash.
We traveled along a dirt path that hand a canopy of trees covering it. Tootles and I kept walking for a least an hour, and I learned so much. I learned Tootles's favorite color (blue), his favorite number (11), even his favorite food (apples). I just stood there and laughed along with him. I'm not going to lie, it was the best day of my life.
"...and that's why I hate slugs!" Tootles declared while pulling his shirt collar closer to his neck. He kept doing that the entire walk.
"Hold on a second, Toots." I giggled. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my disposable camera that I snatched before Peter pulled me away. After ripping off the camera, I was left with a bright blue ribbon. I reached up and wrapped the ribbon loosely around his neck. and tied it in a little bow. Tootles just looked down and smiled cheekily then threw his arms around me.
I stood there, completely dumbfounded, then threw my arm around his tiny body. Tears silently slid down my face and landed in the dry dirt.
So this is what it feels like to be wanted.