"Good bye!" My mother cried into my ear as she hugged me farewell for the millionth time.
"Take care, Mother. The baker- Mr. Luchesi?- said he would keep you well. Sell the milk and cheese from Clarissa's goat for extra money. You'll be fine." I reminded her and gave her another kiss on the cheek.
"Bye, Peter!" My younger sister, Clarissa, yelled, clinging to my leg. I bent down to be eye to eye with the youngster.
"Goodbye, Lissa. You be good for Mother, alright?" She nods. "And take care of your goat, it is very important. I love you." I say as I ruffle her strawberry hair and give her a peck on the cheek as well. Standing up, I crossed the small distance to the ship that was tied to the only dock in the Neverlands: Treasure Top Dock. The small ship was my only means of salvation. A life preserver from this place. Sure, Neverland was fun, but it was small and lacked adventures. The real world, the place the small ship would take me, is huge and full of life. I love the hustle and bustle of the real world, I'd seen it in movies.
As the boat pulled off into the crystal blue sea, I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder.
"Peter Pan, nice seeing you here." I turned to see a girl about my age standing behind me, still holding my shoulder.
"Gracie Anne Lobkowitz. Nice to see you here too." I replied politely. Gracie had dark, curly hair with light green eyes. She was small and pixie-like, just as most women are here.
"So, what brings you to the real world?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. That's another thing about Gracie: she has a huge crush on me. I felt awful about it because I couldn't return the feelings, but now, I don't care all that much. We're just friends.
"I needed some spice in my life. Some adventure!" I said with enthusiasm. She nodded.
"Me too. You know, I was rereading the list of rules and regulations the Neverland government gave to all of us travelers, and I realized that there couldn't be any romantic relationships between a Neverlander and a human. Did you realize that, Peter? I guess we all have to stick to our kind after all, hunh?" She asked, still batting her eyelashes.
"Well, of course, Gracie. Wouldn't want any half bloods, would they?" I said innocently, ignoring her flirting.
"Well, that's good. I just wanted you to know." She said, a little twinge of hurt in her voice. Under normal circumstances, I would feel bad for hurting Gracie, but not now. Nothing could crush the good mood I am in. She flashed me a smile and walked away. I sighed, wishing she could take a hint.