Chap. 3

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I woke up to the firelight streaming through the wooden blinds on the window behind the bed. I brought my hand up to rub my eyes and yawned. I looked over to the wall on the right of me. 11:30, way too early to be up after last night's adventure. I closed my eyes again, trying to sleep some more.

"No, don't go back to sleep, it's time to get up," a voice said.

I quickly opened my eyes, turned my head to the right, and saw Peter sitting beside me on the bed. To say I flinched would be an understatement. I fell off of the bed, tangled in the blankets.

"Holy hell!" I shrieked. Peter was, of course, laughing hysterically. "It's not funny," I muttered.

"Well that certainly made my day a lot better," he said.

I untangled myself from the blankets, stood up, and tossed the blankets back on the bed. I crossed my arms and glared at him, which made him laugh harder.

I- you- ugh," I said. Peter's laughter died down. "You are so mean."

"Maybe just a little bit," he shrugged. I went to sit back on the bed. "But we need to go outside, the Lost Boys should be waking up any minute."

"Okay hold on, do you guys ever take showers here? Brush your teeth? Change clothes? Any essentials like that?" I asked. He raised one of his eyebrows.

"Of course we do. The restroom is right over there," he said as he pointed to a door behind him. "And if you need anything, just think of the item and you'll get it. Neverland gives you pretty much anything you want."

"Okay, thank you," I said and walked over to the restroom.

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It was an hour later when I finally finished getting ready. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked so much more refreshed.

I was wearing a short sleeved, off the shoulder, dark green crop top and short, black ripped jeans shorts with black converse. I also had a white choker on with a small pearl dangling on it. My makeup was simple, foundation, concealer, blush, mascara, a light colored lipstick, and a touch of highlight.

I looked over myself once more, making sure everything was alright before walking out of the restroom and outside to the front of the hut. When I stepped out, I was greeted with the fire from the small fire pit shining brightly over the small clearing.

I saw Peter and Henry talking to one another in a casual conversation. I looked around at everything. The Lost Boys were talking to each other, some walking around, others sitting on the ground or logs.

I heard birds chirping and there was a gentle hum of the wind. The leaves of the trees blew softly as the wind coarsed over them. I looked back over at Peter and Henry and saw that Henry went off to sit down and Peter was looking over at me. He waved. I walked over to him, not knowing what else to do.

"Look who finally decided to come outside," he said. I playfully rolled my eyes.

"The 'mornings' are a vital part of my day," I said.

"Mhm," he hummed. "You look beautiful in green."

"Thank you," I said.

"But I think you'd look more beautiful in this," he said.

Then, in his hand appeared a flower crown with small, white roses. He gently placed it atop my head. He softly grabbed my chin and lifted it.

"Yep. It suits you," he said.

"Thank you again," I said as he let go of my chin.

"Of course," he said. "Anything for you, m'lady." He backed up and bowed. I gave a small laugh.

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