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That night, Wendy dreamed of Bae.

      She was trapped in her cage and he was in the woods around her--running, hiding, or perhaps a mix of both. His back was always to her and he looked so frightened. Wendy called out to him--screaming, yelling, pulling at the bars of her cage--but he neither saw nor heard her. Finally she saw what he was running from. The Child Thief was strolling through the trees after him, smiling, even laughing, but when he spoke it was to Wendy and again, it was as if Bae couldn't hear a word.

                                        You'll never leave this place.                                         You broke the rules.                                         Did you really think you could                                               fool me, bird?

      Peter Pan never fails. 

      Felix was sitting in his usual place, with his back against a tree, throwing his deadly darts. Somehow in his chase, Peter was making his way closer to her. Bae was now hunched over, scared and alone. Abandoned. She screamed to him that she never forgot about him. That she had come back to save him. But it was no use.

                                        You are mine.                                          I did enjoy playing our little                                              game, but you lost.                                         And now you are my prize.

      He was close now. Much too close. Tears were streaming down Wendy's face and she felt a stabbing within her chest. She knew that if he came any closer she would break. The only thing stopping him was the barrier of Felix's poison darts.

      Peter Pan never fails.

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Class By Class

      So the taking time before leaving class when the bell rang plan wasn't going as well as Wendy'd hoped. It wasn't going badly though.

      In her first period French class, Bae ad texted her. Which instigated humiliating scene with her professeur. A pixie-like blonde had saved her though by directing the attention towards herself. Her name was Tinkerbelle, and after class, she and Wendy had shared a smile.

      Second period was her elective, and though she loved the class--Creative Writing--everyone in had been taking it every year and it was a very niche group she wasn't sure she'd be able to worm her way into. At least not so soon.

      Next was Physics. With Peter. She would take care not to forget anything in class and make a genuine effort to converse with him. After that she had class with Baelfire and would eat lunch with actual human persons for the first time since she'd moved here.

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She will wait.

      Back against her bars, and chin raised like a queen. She will let entire worlds swirl through her head--worlds that only her voice can breathe life into. She can no longer live in her own world, so she thrives within those of her own creation. Watching battles fought, adventures found, mysteries solved. Love achieved. But worlds are meant to be shared, and share she must. In time. For a caged bird cannot be denied. Not one that was once a queen.

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Peter Pan smiled.

      It would be no great struggle to take Wendy Darling to Neverland. He could see in her eyes how she craved the adventure—needed the escape. She wasn’t one of the Lost—he knew this as soon as he first laid eyes on her. At first, that had troubled him. Though she may enjoy the wonders of Neverland, Wendy Darling would inevitably desire to return home one day. And once one enters Neverland they can never leave. Not without his permission. But he also knew as soon as he laid eyes on her that he wanted her. And that he could choose no other in her place. She would be his.

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Baelfire was nice.

      Wendy had felt slightly intimidated when she'd first seen the luxury car he drove--that paired with his expensive clothes nearly irrefutable meant Baelfire came from money. A lot of it. But he didn't act it all. She was sure the nearly twenty minute drive was out of his way, but he assured her it didn't bother him at all and he kept up nice conversation the whole while. Before, Wendy hadn't allowed herself to realize just how much she missed talking to someone, but being with Bae it hit her full force. It was such a relief she didn't want the ride to end. She didn't want to be back home just yet.

      When she gave a noncommittal answer to his question of whom she sat with at lunch, he saw right through her and told her where he usually sat and offered to introduce her around his friends since they both had the same class before lunch. Wendy grinned like an idiot and was still smiling when he pulled away after dropping her off at her doorstep.

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Waiting

      Wendy's fingers thrummed against the white of her skirt. Underclassmen milled around her--slamming lockers, calling parents--but she drowned it all out. She didn't want any part of it.

      The hallway began to thin out. What was taking him so long? She was seriously considering just sending him a text and leaving. But no. She was still new to the school, and it was too soon to be making enemies--especially with someone who was doing her a favor.

      But if it were a really nice text--

      After a few more restless moments, Wendy shouldered her bag and made for the hallway's exit doors, pulling her phone out as she went. At that same moment, the awaited boy entered the hallway from the opposite end.

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So it speaks.

      Wendy sat with her back against the bars of her cage, legs tucked up under her chin and hugged by her arms. Her eyes were surely red from past tears, but she'd seemed to empty herself out of them. She'd been staring up at what blue she could see of the sky and her eyes flashed down to lost boy when he spoke. Felix was always so silent--the mysterious shadow to Pan's burning flame. His eyes were steady on hers.She could only hold his gaze for a few moments before she had to look away.       She sighed and gave no answer.

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Alone

      She wasn't really supposed to be eating in the library--there was a clearly posted sign on the entrance door to affirm this fact. Wendy wasn't usually one to blatantly break rules, but she couldn't face her peers. Students were spread all over campus, laughing and eating with friends. She was already into her second week of school, and though she had made some possible friends in a few of her classes, none had yet invited her to lunch, and she hadn't connected with anyone in her class right before to justify following them out to eat.

      So she hid her bagged lunch in her backpack, checked out a book, and found a chair in the recesses of the musty school library. In all honesty, she wasn't the only one who was eating. There were a few kids at the tables taking tests with their lunches unabashedly out in the open. Still, Wendy felt guilty.

      And lonely.