The Tap on the window
I'm an average girl with an impossibly big imagination. I write stories. Well fairytales really. They fascinate me greatly. When I write them I give them to my older brother. He usually reads them over and tells me to stop dreaming. However, I cannot help to think he really does enjoy them. Otherwise he'd stop reading them…Wouldn't he? My name is Brooke although my friends call me belle for some reason. I am 14 years old and I have dark brown hair it's very long it matches my bright blue eyes. My brother's name is Aaron. He is 16 years old and has light brown hair almost dark blonde and he has brown eyes his hair is down to half his ears and it is curly. I get on well with my brother. I guess that's because we share a room though. We are completely the opposite of sibling rivalry. More like…More like Hansel and Grettel. Oh I do love that story. My mother was always telling us that we shouldn't read stories like that. So we got her to read them to us instead. She would laugh and then realise what we were doing. We loved her so much. She passed away 8 years ago this December 18th. It is now early December 5th. I remember asking Santa at the warehouse for my mummy back when he asked me what I wanted about a week after it had happened. I remember his shocked expression and him asking me if I wanted anything else. The truth was I didn't. Our father was a busy man now and we tried not to bother him. He used to be so caring when mother was around but when she passed away he faded away from us too.
Every few nights me and Aaron hear a tap at the window the first time we heard it was a few weeks ago. We thought it was mother at first but why would she tap at the window? When we went to investigate all we saw was a shooting star. There was nothing except the full moon shining blue into our bedroom window. Then we both got into our separate beds. Aaron said he was going to have an early night tonight. I said I would too. I didn't mean it though. I knew tonight would be a tap night. I had kept a listing it was once every 3 days. Tonight was one. I waited until he went to sleep and then I sat up in my bed and went to the window. The curtains were closed but I had left the window open. I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed. I had my head against the wall turned right facing the window. I waited for what seemed to be hours which turned out to only be 30 minutes. Then I heard it…The sound of bells. Then I heard a voice. "Shhh! Tink you'll wake them up!" The voice said in a stern whisper. My eyes widened and I began to feel a rush of sickness come into my body. 'This was a bad idea!' I thought to myself. I saw a boy emerge into our room. I watched him. He was wearing leaves for clothes. To be fair it honestly didn't look to bad. He turned and saw me and he immediately raised up to the ceiling and slammed himself flat onto it. I looked up at him. "Sorry. Did I startle you?" I asked whispering. He looked at me puzzled and then he came back down and stood up straight. "How do you do that?" I asked. He looked at me confused again. "Do…What?" He asked still giving me a confused look. "Fly!" I said surprised he didn't know what I was talking about for a second. Then he got it. "Oh! It's easy you just think happy thoughts and get pixie dust on you and your flying through the air!" He shouted. He was practically shouting. I put a finger to my lip and watched as my brother tossed and turned "Shhh! You'll wake him up!" I whispered sternly gesturing towards Aaron. "So anyway…What is your name?" I asked trying to start a friendly conversation. "Peter…I AM PETER PAN!" He shouted at the top of his voice. I clapped my hand over his mouth. "Shh! You'll get us both in trouble!" I whispered annoyed.
I heard our father come to the door. I looked and saw his shadow under the door crack. It had stopped. I was silent and made sure Peter was too. It moved away as Father did with it. I let out a sigh of relief and let go of Peter's mouth. "What is your name?" He whispered. I smiled at this and blushed at the thought he wanted to know my name. "Brooke…But my friends call me Belle" I added. He looked deep into my eyes. "Belle…" He whispered. The way he said it made me blush. "How old are you?" He asked me. "I'm 14" I replied. "How old are you?" I asked him back. "Meh…Somewhere around your age" He replied. "You don't know? Well when is your birthday?" I asked. He stopped messing around with my necklaces and turned to me. "I do not know how old I am…I do not know when my birthday is either…I do not suppose it matters if one wishes never to grow up." He replied. "Never grow up?!" I asked shocked. He just nodded. "But…But you have to…It's physically impossible not to!" I said loudly. Luckily Aaron was such a heavy sleeper I don't suppose it mattered. "Not where I come from" He smirked. "Where is that?" I asked fascinated. "Neverland" He whispered. I smiled. "We could go there if you'd like" He smiled. "We could?" I asked. "Well on one condition" He said. "That would be?" I asked intrigued. "You bring your stories" He smirked. "I hope you don't mind we usually come in and take them while you're sleeping. They amaze us. However, I assure you pirates are not as easy to fool as in your stories. Also, Mermaids are no where near as polite or kind as in your stories either. They will drown you if you get to close…" He informed. I thought he was joking but the tone of his voice made me think so I looked at his expression it was deadly serious. I gulped and it was louder than I expected.
He then laughed. "You're not scared are you?" He asked looking at my terrified expression. "No…" I said in a weak voice stained with fear. "That is so likely for a girl!" He laughed. My eyes widened. "What do you mean by that?!" I asked harshly. "I just mean girls always get scared over silly things" He laughed again. I climbed back into my bed. "Well if I'm so scared I shouldn't go to Neverland then!" I shouted from under my quilt. "I didn't mean that…" He said with regret in his voice. "Only the strongest of girls can handle the journey to Neverland" He smirked. I lifted my head from the cover and saw Peter lying beside me. This made me blush. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes, why do you ask?" I wondered. "You're all red" He said with a concerned expression. I realised what was happening and I buried my face in my pillow. "I'm fine" I said reassuring him. "Will you come with me then?" He asked. I lifted my head up and looked over at Aaron. "I'm not sure…" I said hesitantly. "Maybe I should stay…" I said. "Your brother could come too if you'd like" He offered sweetly. "No! God no! That would be even worse than leaving him here!" I laughed. He smiled at my laughter. "What else would you be leaving?" He asked. I looked at him. "Would I be able to come back and visit?" I asked. "That would be impossibly hard" He said letting me down gently. "Oh…" I said disappointed. I thought about what he had said. What would I be leaving? I nodded. I shall come with you Peter Pan. I smiled joyfully. He smiled back. "Now where's Tink?" He asked rhetorically. "Who's Tink?" I asked. "My fairy…She gets jealous…I mean reaaalllllyyyy jealous" He smiled. "How jealous?" I asked. We both looked at the window at the exact same time to see a red strip of light zoom out of the bedroom into the night. "That jealous…She's usually Golden!" He smiled. I smiled back. "Well looks like you wont be getting any pixie dust." He said laughing. "So…I can't go?" I asked sadly. "Of course you can" He smiled. I looked at the window to see the red strip of light zoom up towards the moon. Then I felt something around my stomach. I looked down to see Peters arms wrapped around me. "Lets go." He smiled down at me from behind and I smiled up at him trying to hide my blush. I jumped off of the ground and he flew into the night.