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You walk in to the Middle School commons. It’s deserted. Then, you hear a faint humming. You look up. On the hanging sculptures sits a little boy. You notice some red hair and green shoes. You wonder who it is. You take the magic carpet out of your bag. If you don’t have it……go back….. Then, you position it up to the sculptures and fly up. You finally see who is sitting on the sculpture.

“It’s Peter Pan!” you exclaim!

Peter jumps and turns around quickly. You notice he’s holding a tiny, shining fairy in his hand.

“Hi,” Peter replies quietly, “You’ll have to be quiet; Tink is sleepy, and I need her dust to stay up here. Plus, I don’t want any of the middle schoolers to know I’m up here, you know, they might spoil the magic.”

“Alright,” you whisper back.

Then, you realize Peter might know something about Mr. Bull. You think of a question quickly and whisper it to Peter, “Peter, do you happen to know if Mr. Bull has been through here lately? Mr. Campbell needs me to find him. I heard he was last seen at the swimming pool, and I was wondering if you’ve seen him. Anything at all would be helpful.”

“What’s your name?” Peter replied in a hushed tone.

“Ummmm…(insert your name here). Why?” you whisper back. You think to yourself about how he didn’t answer you question…

“Well, (your name), I must say, you are an exquisite sleuth. At least fifteen girls have walked through here, yet no one noticed me. You’re the first. And to your inquiry concerning Mr. Bull, no I have not seen him, but from what I’ve heard about him, you don’t really want to find him. You know, he could be dangerous.”

You sigh and look around anxiously. You’re still on your magic carpet and begin to wonder if the middle school students will see you when they get out of class. You glance quickly at Peter, as if you want him to hurry up and finish answering your question. Slowly, Tinkerbell starts to stir. You see her stretch slightly, and Peter sees the same. He acts as if it’s almost time to go.

You say, “Peter, are you sure you can’t help me? Surely you could stay a while. As you said, Mr. Bull could be dangerous, and I really don’t want to face him alone. Please stay, Peter, please stay!”

“Shh!” Peter answers, “I can help you, but I really can’t stay. I must return to Neverland. The Lost Boys need me there, (your name). But, I might be able to help you with your journey. For the next step, you have three choices. You could go to where the lines are bright and the nets entangling, or where food and noise are abundant, or finally, where grass is green and the air is buzzing. Make your decision wisely, and good luck! And remember, all you have to do is believe!”

And with that, Peter, with the help of Tinkerbell’s fairy dust, flies away, and he continues second to the right and straight on till morning.