Always Neverland by Zoe Barton

Author:Zoe Barton
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins US

Chapter 15.

Peter Gives Me a Tour of His House

When Kyle and I got back with the clean blankets, I figured out a much better method for drying them than spreading them out in the sun like Button usually did. Better, as in much more fun. This time, I actually convinced the Lost Boys to try it.

We flew races with the blankets tied around our necks like capes.

Whoever lost the last round had to play referee for the next. Most recently, that had been Dibs, and he wasn’t too happy about it. He watched us sourly from the finish line, which Button had scratched in the dirt with a sharp stick.

“On your mark!” Dibs called.

Across the clearing, Kyle, Prank, Button, Tink, and I all stood on the same thick branch on the Tree Home. (Peter still hadn’t emerged from his house.)

“Get set!” cried Dibs.

Our blanket-capes flapped in the breeze. We leaned forward. The Never birds squawked encouragingly from the next tree.

“Go!”

We all jumped and flew as fast as we could.

Tink took the lead. As a fairy, she had more flying experience than me and all the Lost Boys put together. Of course, being a fairy also meant that her blanket-cape was way too big for her. One good gust of wind blew her off course.

That left me in the lead. I grinned and leaned forward.

“Wow, Wendy girl—your blanket’s almost dry,” said Prank right behind me.

“Really?” I turned to look.

But the second I started to slow, Prank zipped around me and zoomed ahead. “Fell for it!”

“Hey!” I cried, trying to catch up, but Prank had already crossed the finish line.

“I like this way of drying blankets much better than Button’s,” Prank said, turning to me with a huge, smug grin. “We should’ve gotten you for a Wendy girl years ago.”

It was hard to be mad at Prank after he said something like that. I’m pretty sure that’s why he said it.

“Does that count?” Kyle asked, coming in right after me.

Button came in last, behind Tink. “I guess this makes me the referee again,” he said sadly. “I’m not very good at racing.”

“I could disqualify Prank,” said Dibs. He sounded like he liked the idea.

I shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like we set any rules.”

Very wicked smiles spread across everyone’s faces, and Tink rubbed her hands together gleefully. I started to worry that the next round would have more cheating than racing.

Unfortunately, I never got a chance to find out.

The door to Peter’s red house banged open, and Pan himself emerged, his fists planted firmly on his hips. “All right—who wants to help me clean in here?”

Tink tossed her cape over the nearest branch and zipped over to Peter with a merry chime. It sounded a lot like “Me! Pick me!”

“Not you, Tink,” said Peter. “You’re too little.”

The fairy stopped and drifted to the nearest branch with a sulky flicker.

Peter looked over at the rest of us.

All the Lost Boys shrank back, hanging their heads. You would’ve thought that Hook had just asked who wanted to walk the plank.

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