The Return (Once Upon a Time sequel)

Chapter 6

Another wave of 'oooooh's was heard from the boys around us and I laughed. It felt good to have the last word. I then sat down on a log and silently ate my breakfast. That was for a short amount of time actually, because soon, I was showered with questions.

"So, how is it in the real world?"

"Why would you play the shadow game?"

"Why would you stand up for a boy?" 

I just ignored the questions and finished my breakfast. 

"Where do I put this?" I asked as I motioned to the dirty plate that I held. Back in Storybrooke, my mom learned me to put the dishes in the dishwasher but I don't think they had one here in Neverland. Huh...it surely was weird to admit it.

"Just leave it there, Ronald with clean it up." One of the boys said and I did as told.

When I turned around, I looked around the camp once more. I hadn't noticed that most of the boys were looking at me, some with curiosity, others with sympathy. What surprised me was that no one looked at me with hate or detest. 

I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable under all those glances. I straightened my skirt and walked back into my cabin, slamming the door shut behind me.

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I was sitting in my cabin, not wanting to get out and face Peter and the rest of the Lost Boys. I thought of ways to get off of Neverland but everything seemed impossible. I did have one plan though, but it didn't seem good enough. 

Maybe you should just try it. You never know if it will work or not.

I agreed with the small voice in my head and smiled to myself. I'm going to get off of this island. No matter what.

A loud banging  on my cabin door brought me back to my situation.

"Who is it?" I shouted.

"It's Peter. Why is the door locked?" The voice with the British accent said.

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"What do you want?" I groaned.

"I want you to come out, you've been in this damn thing this whole morning. Don't you think you should get out and get some fresh air?" Peter announced.

"You sound like my mother!" I replied, ignoring his question...or more like his statement.

There was silence, although I swore I could hear chuckles. I sat back in the chair that I was sitting on this whole morning, it was uncomfortable but I couldn't lay on the bed since it was soaked.

"Just come out of the cabin so that we can talk like normal people." Peter ordered.

"No." I declined. 

I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. I was so close to finding the perfect escape plan!! 

"If you don't come out of that damn cabin right now I'll break down the door!!" Peter threatened. 

"That sounds so familiar." Another voice spoke up.

"Shut up." Peter growled.

I heard whispers from the other side of the door. Rolling my eyes, I fiddled with my skirt. It was a little dirty and I felt a bit cold. Looking around, my eyes landed upon the curtains by my small window. Well, it wasn't really a window. It was more like a small hole in the wood. My first option was to escape from the hole but I had to cancel that thought since I was bigger than the stupid thing. 

I walked towards it and held the fabric of the curtains in between my fingers. I could make something out of this...I mean, Mary Margaret did learn me how to make clothes out of whatever fabric I could find. You know, just for emergencies. And this looked like one since I didn't want to freeze to death. It was February, and Neverland wasn't a really warm place either. So I pulled on the fabric, and soon, everything layed on the floor.