I was sitting in my hotel room minding my own business Leggere a book when all of a sudden the glass window doors flew open. The letto room was dimly lit and the sun had completely gone down leaving no sunlight to light the room.
I fell off my letto leaving my letto in between me and the window. I would have gotten up to shut the window doors but that was before a figure entered the opening.
There was enough of a shadow cast over the body that te couldn't make out any features. But I could tell that it was a man. He stood with a sturdy pose his legs locked in place, his arms on his hips, his head held high with no fear.
He hopped down off the sede, sedile that was placed in front of the window and onto the old carpeted floor. His pose loosened as his feet hit the ground, quite silently considering how old the house was.
He slowly walked around the room. I stayed kneeled at the side of the bed, my eyes peering over the unmade sheets. I watched him pick things up and study them then just drop them back into place.
"And what daughter are you?" He asked. My eyes widened, he knew I was there the entire time. But I made no noise I didn't make one sposta and yet he was talking to me as if we had been in a conversation since he burst threw my hotel windows.
"I'm sorry, daughter of who?" He spun on his heels, his orso feeted heels, facing right at me. I stood straight up as straight as I could. He took a few steps towards me.
"What generation of her granddaughters are you?" He asked again, slowly as if I was a complete idiot missing the conversation.
I had a total stranger burst into my hotel room, not da the door but da the secondo story window. Not only that he was completely mad. I decide the only way I was going to make it out alive with out him killing me in some psychopathic maniac way was to try to play along.
"What would my grandmother," I shook my head and changed the word. "great-grandmothers name be." He looked at me a bit confused as he placed his hands on his hips again just like when he had barged in. "Wendy"
"Okay and what is your name?" His hands that laid on his hips slid off to his sides. "Your grandmother hasn't told te about me? My name's Peter Pan."
I shook my head, as a child Peter Pan was my preferito story. My mother read a couple chapters a night and when she finished the book she would read it over again. In fact the reason I chose this small not so 21st century comfort hotel was because this was the house that J.M. Berrie based Wendy and her two brothers house on.
So this kid well not so much a kid as maybe a eighteen o nineteen anno old things that he's Peter Pan a childhood fairy tale character.
"So now that I have explained myself to you, what granddaughter are te of Wendy's?" I shook my head. "I'm not related to Wendy." He looked as if he didn't believe me. "Then what are te doing in her house." His voice was getting angry and I was becoming a bit scared.
"Peter, this house is no longer owned da Wendys family, it hasn't been for years. It's ow a hotel." He looked at me odd. "How many years?" "Its been a few decades."
His strong featured face turned turned softly into a heartbroken disappointment. He slowly sank to the floor. His eyebrows pushed together. My body loosened up and moved very slowly to his sunken body. I sat down on my legs in front of him.
Softly I asked, "If your Peter Pan, why aren't te a boy? te don't look quite like a man but te certainly don't look like a boy." His teary eyed face looked up at me. "You've heard my story?" I raised my eyebrow quickly then let it drop. "Your story is quite famous." He smiled to himself. "Wendy was truly an amazing story teller." I shook my head and agreed.
He took a deep breath composed him self and sat up straight. "I am not a boy because of Wendy. If te know my story then te know that I did not come and stay with Wendy and the Lost boys but went back to Neverland." he paused and waited for my response in which I smiled and nodded.
"I'm not quite sure how long it had been since I left Wendy and the Lost boys but Wendy was not a child when I came back to hear più of her stories. I'm not quite sure why I chose to stay but I did and she took care of me. Years went da and I started to grow up; one evening I was looking out that window." He pointed to the still open windows. "and I saw the star, big and bright and Neverland came flooding back into my mind." he pause and waited a bit to continue.
"So that night I went threw my little chest I had under my letto and I found pixie dust. It was quite easy to remember how to fly." I smiled. "A little faith and pixie dust." I detto with a little smile remembering my mother saying it to me. "I got up in the air and just went straight inoltrare, avanti out the window and towards the star." He looked away from me and at the ground."I guess it's been quite a lot of years since I came back the last time I came it was Wendy's granddaughter who stayed in this room."
I was pulled into his story so much that if felt 100% true, I didn't know what to say what to respond that story.
"That part of te story has never been told." He stood up fast and into his pose. "Do te tell stories at all." I stood up confident and smiling. "I do, just I put them on many layers of paper." He gave me an are-you-serious look. "Like a book?" my lips pressed together as I nodded.
"I write teenage novels and children's libri and don't give me that look, have te ever read a book o even picked one up?" He shook his head a little embarrassed. "Wendy always read them to me, but yes I would pick libri up all the time, who do te think got the book off the bookshelf?"
I giggled s bit at his comment. I looked up at him and his face in a matter of secondi went from serious to creeply excited. "Come to Neverland with me." My smile faded and I grew terrified he was loosing his mind again. What do I say?
I started backing up towards the door as he ran towards the open window. I stopped as I realized he wasn't going to stop then he flew out of the window and went down. I ran for the window and as I reached it and peered down he zoomed up and back into the room and spun around in the air.
I must be sleeping, that was it, I fell asleep while reading.
I stood completely still as he lowered himself to the ground in front if me. He walked around me and stood on the window frame. He just started at me with a little smile on his lips. He held out his hand and detto "Lets start a new generation of Wendy's, come to Neverland." I believed him every word. I took his hand and in a fast movement I was in the sky slowly watching the house shrink behind us.
I fell off my letto leaving my letto in between me and the window. I would have gotten up to shut the window doors but that was before a figure entered the opening.
There was enough of a shadow cast over the body that te couldn't make out any features. But I could tell that it was a man. He stood with a sturdy pose his legs locked in place, his arms on his hips, his head held high with no fear.
He hopped down off the sede, sedile that was placed in front of the window and onto the old carpeted floor. His pose loosened as his feet hit the ground, quite silently considering how old the house was.
He slowly walked around the room. I stayed kneeled at the side of the bed, my eyes peering over the unmade sheets. I watched him pick things up and study them then just drop them back into place.
"And what daughter are you?" He asked. My eyes widened, he knew I was there the entire time. But I made no noise I didn't make one sposta and yet he was talking to me as if we had been in a conversation since he burst threw my hotel windows.
"I'm sorry, daughter of who?" He spun on his heels, his orso feeted heels, facing right at me. I stood straight up as straight as I could. He took a few steps towards me.
"What generation of her granddaughters are you?" He asked again, slowly as if I was a complete idiot missing the conversation.
I had a total stranger burst into my hotel room, not da the door but da the secondo story window. Not only that he was completely mad. I decide the only way I was going to make it out alive with out him killing me in some psychopathic maniac way was to try to play along.
"What would my grandmother," I shook my head and changed the word. "great-grandmothers name be." He looked at me a bit confused as he placed his hands on his hips again just like when he had barged in. "Wendy"
"Okay and what is your name?" His hands that laid on his hips slid off to his sides. "Your grandmother hasn't told te about me? My name's Peter Pan."
I shook my head, as a child Peter Pan was my preferito story. My mother read a couple chapters a night and when she finished the book she would read it over again. In fact the reason I chose this small not so 21st century comfort hotel was because this was the house that J.M. Berrie based Wendy and her two brothers house on.
So this kid well not so much a kid as maybe a eighteen o nineteen anno old things that he's Peter Pan a childhood fairy tale character.
"So now that I have explained myself to you, what granddaughter are te of Wendy's?" I shook my head. "I'm not related to Wendy." He looked as if he didn't believe me. "Then what are te doing in her house." His voice was getting angry and I was becoming a bit scared.
"Peter, this house is no longer owned da Wendys family, it hasn't been for years. It's ow a hotel." He looked at me odd. "How many years?" "Its been a few decades."
His strong featured face turned turned softly into a heartbroken disappointment. He slowly sank to the floor. His eyebrows pushed together. My body loosened up and moved very slowly to his sunken body. I sat down on my legs in front of him.
Softly I asked, "If your Peter Pan, why aren't te a boy? te don't look quite like a man but te certainly don't look like a boy." His teary eyed face looked up at me. "You've heard my story?" I raised my eyebrow quickly then let it drop. "Your story is quite famous." He smiled to himself. "Wendy was truly an amazing story teller." I shook my head and agreed.
He took a deep breath composed him self and sat up straight. "I am not a boy because of Wendy. If te know my story then te know that I did not come and stay with Wendy and the Lost boys but went back to Neverland." he paused and waited for my response in which I smiled and nodded.
"I'm not quite sure how long it had been since I left Wendy and the Lost boys but Wendy was not a child when I came back to hear più of her stories. I'm not quite sure why I chose to stay but I did and she took care of me. Years went da and I started to grow up; one evening I was looking out that window." He pointed to the still open windows. "and I saw the star, big and bright and Neverland came flooding back into my mind." he pause and waited a bit to continue.
"So that night I went threw my little chest I had under my letto and I found pixie dust. It was quite easy to remember how to fly." I smiled. "A little faith and pixie dust." I detto with a little smile remembering my mother saying it to me. "I got up in the air and just went straight inoltrare, avanti out the window and towards the star." He looked away from me and at the ground."I guess it's been quite a lot of years since I came back the last time I came it was Wendy's granddaughter who stayed in this room."
I was pulled into his story so much that if felt 100% true, I didn't know what to say what to respond that story.
"That part of te story has never been told." He stood up fast and into his pose. "Do te tell stories at all." I stood up confident and smiling. "I do, just I put them on many layers of paper." He gave me an are-you-serious look. "Like a book?" my lips pressed together as I nodded.
"I write teenage novels and children's libri and don't give me that look, have te ever read a book o even picked one up?" He shook his head a little embarrassed. "Wendy always read them to me, but yes I would pick libri up all the time, who do te think got the book off the bookshelf?"
I giggled s bit at his comment. I looked up at him and his face in a matter of secondi went from serious to creeply excited. "Come to Neverland with me." My smile faded and I grew terrified he was loosing his mind again. What do I say?
I started backing up towards the door as he ran towards the open window. I stopped as I realized he wasn't going to stop then he flew out of the window and went down. I ran for the window and as I reached it and peered down he zoomed up and back into the room and spun around in the air.
I must be sleeping, that was it, I fell asleep while reading.
I stood completely still as he lowered himself to the ground in front if me. He walked around me and stood on the window frame. He just started at me with a little smile on his lips. He held out his hand and detto "Lets start a new generation of Wendy's, come to Neverland." I believed him every word. I took his hand and in a fast movement I was in the sky slowly watching the house shrink behind us.
Dear Well....You,
I Amore you, te know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope te never change. te make my giorno in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I Amore how when I shiver just a bit, te hand me your sweater.
I Amore how te baciare my cheek when I blush.
I Amore te how te smell, and how te taste.
I Amore how te tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I Amore how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, te tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I Amore how when te speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I Amore how when I mess up my words, te tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I Amore how te baciare me.
I Amore te completely
Please never change.
Amore Me
I Amore you, te know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope te never change. te make my giorno in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I Amore how when I shiver just a bit, te hand me your sweater.
I Amore how te baciare my cheek when I blush.
I Amore te how te smell, and how te taste.
I Amore how te tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I Amore how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, te tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I Amore how when te speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I Amore how when I mess up my words, te tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I Amore how te baciare me.
I Amore te completely
Please never change.
Amore Me
I sit in the dark. Thinking about Jack. A single tear comes out of my eye, then another. I start to laugh quietly, trying not to wake up my sister. Then, the horrible memory from my awful dream came back to me. I went to the door and paused. I sighed and told myself that nothing is out there but the hallway, the dining room, living room and the kitchen. I took out my phone from my giacca and looked at the time. It's 5:59. I rolled my eyes and opened and closed the door quietly and sat on the soft couch. I started to drift into thoughts about Degrassi, and what it would be like if I went there. Then, a black figure moved across the kitchen. Spooked, I quickly walked to my aunts' laptop and looked up some funny video on youtube.com to keep m off track from the figure. Hours passed, and I am still freaked. Ten minuti later, I calm down and look up some più funny stuff. Ugh! I must be haluccinating from lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and went back to my bedroom and passed out.