[[Peter]] Do You Belive In Magic?? [[Pan]] .::1::.

As I lay in bed starring at the star filled sky, I think to myself.... Where the hell did my ceiling go!? Then I remembered... I fell asleep on the hammock.

It's a nice scenery to say the least. The stars each shinning brightly in their own gassy way. Pardon the pun. Though, none is shinning brighter then the 2nd to the right.

Maybe it's just me... Maybe I'm the only one that looks at the stars and wonders if somewhere out there someone is looking back...I'm guessing that's what you get for falling on your head when you were little.

Getting up off the hammock I stretch, which is accompanied by a loud and sleepy yawn. To say the least, I'm amazed no one has come to llok from me... they hate when I sleep outside, but hey I'm not complaining.

Going into the house I look at the lights that were still on and walked over to the counter. Yes I'm hungry... but I have absolutely no idea what to eat.

This reminds me of a bad horror movie. The main character sitting by herself eating when...BAM! She gets her throat slit. Gah! Ii shudder at the thought. I'm sure I won't be kille-AH!

A small crash was heard in the background with the clanging of metal. A small yell was heard in the backyard as everything fell quiet.

Should I open the backdoor and find out what it is? Hm...Nope! I'm taking pale butt upstairs. No use risking my life over curiosity.

Turning off the kitchen light I ran towards the mahogony steps, taking them two at time. Getting to the last door in the hall, I went into my room and sat down on the blue stripped bed.

Yes I got here quick. Three years of track sure does help. Now that I think of it... it was probably the girl that fell over so I ran for no reason at all. Then again if it was a killer... yeah I'll just stay here for the rest of the night. My bed is comfy anyway. Only way they can come in is through the balcony but i doubt they want to do that. Well it's time for Isabel to go to dream land now. My eyes don't want to stay open. So nighty night.


X3 Randomness!!!
Why isn't it sunny today? It's so gloomy today. Gah a good time to go back to sleep. Talking about sleep I had a really odd dream... I was laying on the bed half asleep and half awake when someoen came in asking for Wendy. Mumbling something about down the street and to the right I turned over...and the rest is a blurr. Strange, I know, yet again I am odd though.

Stretching, I got out of bed and walked out in to the bathroom. Eep! I really hate seeing myself in the morning. I am absolutely terrified of my bed head. Le gasp! I have a zit. This is not my day... Well at least I think. I mean it can always get better, guess I'm over reacting.

"Zibby!"

"In the bathroom!"

"Why did you leave the balcony window open?"

Popping my head out the bathroom, I raised my eyebrow. "I've left that open?"

"Well yeah or I wouldn't have said anything."

"You know for an uncle you're no help."

"Fine, next time I leave it open." Mark, my uncle, said crossing his arms.

"Grr. I love you too. Learn how to take a joke."



Well you see here's how it goes. My mom and dad are working at the same job and to make it better for them they're business partners. It's pretty fun. I usually go with but I don't feel like it this summer for some odd reason.

Guess it's okay though. Mark doesn't bother me much. He's sweet when he wants to be, irritating sometimes and bleh. So guess we're all good.

Anyway I have nothing to do today. Probably sit infront of the TV and stuff my face, or maybe dye my brown hair to a lovely black. Either way I'll find something to do...hopefully.

"Mark!?"

"What do you want?"

"I'm bored." I told him going into the brigthly lit living room.

"Clean your room."

"Noo."

"Well find something to do."

"Like...?"

"I don't know. Sleep."

"Go take a walk then."

"Fine guess thats productive."

"While you're at it pick up something for me." Handing me a list he ruffled my hair and smiled.

"Seriously?"

"Well I'm not moving the car. I have a perfect parking infront of the house"

"You're so...GAH!"

"Gah?" Raising an eyebrow at me he laughed lightly and shook his head.

"Oh shut up."

"Fine just go."

Sticking out my hand, I let out a sigh.

"What?"

"Your card."

"Don't you have any money?"

"I don't get my pay check till next week."

"Man..." Letting out a sigh Mark pulled out his wallet and handed me his master card. "Buy only what's on the list, okay?"

"Rawr. Jeez I know that!"

"Okay. Get back here early... and if anything happens-"

"Call the cops then you."

"Got it."

Hitting me on the head gently, I walked out the living room and out the door.


8D < <--Owned By Tobi
Wanna know something? Yup it started to rain, -sigh- but I love the rain so it works for the best. These plastic bads are killing my fingers though.

Looking up from the floor I blinked some of the rain drops away from my eyes. I think there's a familiar face up ahead... I can't tell though. Then again who can tell anything from the rain.

"Zibby?"

"Uh yeah...?"

Walking up to me the boy put the over sized umbrella over me and smiled. "It's always nice to see you."

"Uh...?"

"It's me. Andrew. I know we haven't seen eachother but I haven't changed that much." He said laughing as his blue eyes seemed to scrunch up slightly.

"Wow... yeah. You look different or the rain is driving me nuts cause I can't see."

Grabbing the bags from my hand he wiped my face while I raised an eyebrow. "Uh thanks."

"Yeah...sorry it was getting in your eyes... I see you got rid of your glasses.'

"Yup. Only when I'm out. When I get home I'm putting them back on."

At some point in time we started to walk. Well not that I mind. I can finally feel my fingers... wiggle wiggle.

"You look good with them off."

"Thanks." My cheeks turned slightly hot and it can't exactly be because of the rain.

"You getting sick?"

"No."

"Oh you look a bit... pink." He said smiling.

"Um..well... I dont know." Looking to my left I nodded slightly. "Well my house is right here."

"Are your parent's home?"

"Not but my uncle Mark is."

"Oh okay. Well see yah around." Andrew said waving as I took the bags and walked up the stairs of the porch.

"Yeah...see yah." With that said he walked away with a final nod as the door opened.

"Who was that?" Mark asked raising an eyebrow and looking at Andrew walk away.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Who was that?"

"A friend from school. Now take your bags so I can get inside." I mumbled handing him the 4 plastic bags and pushing him out the way.

"You're wet!"

"Well thank you captain obvious!! Exactly why I'm going to change." Stomping my way up to my room I opened the door and turned on the light. Ignoring everything I walked over to what I had my eyes on. My dresser. Pulling out a few things I shrugged slightly and put everything on top of the light oak dresser. Tilting my head slightly I turned my head slightly and shook it. I swore I felt someone there.




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"I always thought you can catch a cold wearing wet clothes."

"That's why I'm going to ch- Get out!" Turning around to hit Mark with my shirt I was surprised to see no one there. "Mark you aren't funny. Now get out."

"Whose Mark?" The voice sounded closer to my left making me tense up.

Fantastic. I have a serial killer in my house. Everyone run! Save me... and yourselves!

"Hello. I'm asking a question.."

Looking over to my left I jumped slightly and tilted my head slightly. There stood a dirty blonde haired blue eyed boy.

"Better question is... who the heck are you?"

The boy gave me a smug look as he put his hands on his hips and made the superman pose.

"I'm Peter Pan of the lost boys."

"Oh really? And I'm the tooth fairy."

"Really? You can't be a fairy. You're too big."

Is he calling me fat!? Guys that's something you should never do. I'm sure your girl friend will beat you to a bloody pulp.

"I was being sarcastic..."

He looked dissapointed for a moment before he nodded.

"Are you really Peter Pan?"

"The one and only."

Is it just me or is he cocky for someone who doesn't grow up?

"That explains the get up... I would've thought you were tarzan."

"Hey! I'm not Tarzan!"

"Stop being so fudging loud!"

"I'm not being loud!" Peter yelled getting aggrivated.

A soft knock on the door was heard as Mark began to open the door. "Zibby, who are you yelling at you nut case?"

"No one." I said leaning back on the closet door.

"Are you hiding something?" Mark asked coming up to me.

"You know my closet is messy. Everything fell and if I open the door everything is going to fall out."

"Right. I'll just let you do what you want with that..."

Laughing lightly he ruffled my brown hair and smiled. "Dinner is on the table. I'm going out."

"You do that."

Mark nodded and looked around the room before walking out. Pulling away from the door Peter fell out the closet.

"That hurt you know!"

"I don't care you know. What are you doing at me house anyway?"

"Well it's a long story."

"I have all the time in the world."


Nodding Peter sat on the floor and began to explain....everything.
^_\ ) Deidara...un
Okay there yah go people. I know it's way different but hey. A new start always works =3. Go to results for piccy