The New Neverlanders

Seventeen:

I yank my arm from Peter's grip and stumble forward. I catch myself just in time, before my fall. I straighten up and turn around, about to give this annoying Man-boy hobo dude a piece of my mind. But I don't do that. I just stare at him. 

Who was that voice? Do I know him?

A snapping sound cut me out of my thoughts. What was I about to say? Oh yeah! I was about to Cuss this kid out. But then I think about the voice again. My facial expressions going from scowling to clenching my teeth and then the retarded thinking face. Then the cycle starts from the scowl all over again.

Peter looks pretty pissed off. I put my hand out in front of me, the flat palm side facing up. Peter looks at me like I've gone loco.I close my eyes and think of a beautiful yellow floral sleeveless dress that would fall just below mid thigh. I think hard.

Then I open my eyes. Guess what lays there, flat on my palm? A beautiful..... NOTHING! Peter raises an eyebrow, UN-knowingly that is.

"What are you doing?!" He starts.

I put a finger on his lips, saying to shut up. A soft, yet electric spark shoots from his lips to my finger, all down my arm. A fiery feeling ignites through my whole body and makes goosebumps appear under my worn out cream leather jacket.

I pull my finger back, and the feeling disappears. I feel almost sad again, maybe even alone. I don't know. I try not to think about it that much. I close my eyes again and think even harder than harder.

Palms flat, brain cranking, I fell a small droplet like tingling on my flat palm. My eyes go wide, but remain shut. The tingling lessens. I go back to focusing on the object in mind, my floral dress.

The droplet-like tingling deepens until there is a weight of solid, soft fabric in my palms. I hold my eyes closed just to make sure it is fully formed. The tingling doesn't subside, so I open my eyes. 

I first see pan, who'se eyes are fixed on my palm. I don't want to look down yet. I study his features. His brown, tousled hair. That cocky, clever-boy chin. The way his eyes just stare and mouth gape open. He finally catches on and looks up.

For whatever reason, I look down. What the hell is the matter with me? I now see a nicely folded yellow floral dress there, covering my open palms. I looks just the way I imagined it.

~Peter's p.o.v~

I stare at her as she looks at her dress. How did she....? Is this what I think it is? The black outs? They gave her information. She has been having Black Flash backs. Very powerful, dark magic. Someone had been using Black magic, or Dark magic on her. Someone very powerful.

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