Chapter 4

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Hazel’s POV

“Huh?” There was a sack over my head.

“Who’s there?” A voice replied.

“What’s your name?”

“I said what’s your name boy!”

Oh great, this dumbass thinks I’m a male.

I just thought of the first thing that came up into my mind

“My names Peter.” I say smirking whilst still having my head covered with the sack.

“Oh really”, he replied.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Yeah, I don’t, I think you’re lying.” While saying so it sounded like two other boys laughed behind him.

“How do you know I’m lying”, I say in an innocent voice.

“I can tell.”

“You can’t tell!” I fire back, sarcastically.

“You can’t even see my face.”

“Well, that can change,” he said laughing towards his friends.

Right before he could rip the sack of my face I quickly grab my pocket knife from my pocket.

As soon as the sack came off so did the beanie. So I cut his face.

“Shit! What the hell a-”

“Girl?” I say quickly.

“Why yes!”

As soon as I answer I bolt in the opposite direction as the three boys. They were dumbstruck and it was hilarious.

As soon as I couldn’t see their torches I rested. I gathered some sticks into a pile and I used my flint-n-steel to light them. I was tired but I knew I couldn’t sleep. Not tonight.

Lost boy’s POV

Right as she runs away I knew I had to tell him. I tell the other boys to follow behind. When we get to the camp I immediately walk up to him.

“Pan! I need-”

“What Felix don’t you see I’m busy?” He said rolling his eyes.

Yeah playing a god damn flute is so time consuming.

“Look someone arrived a couple minutes ago and-”

“Felix, I know!”

“You do?” I say puzzled.

“Yeah, so where is the boy?”

“That’s the problem he is a-”

“Oh, what he ran away didn’t he, it’s not a big deal I’ll just-”

“No.” No one ever listens to Felix. No one.

“That’s just the problem it’s a not a boy, it’s a girl.”

Pan finally stops playing the flute and gives me a smirk.

“Well, why didn't you say so in the first place."

"I thought she'd never come."

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