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I was standing at the foot of my bed, thinking about stuff, when the book began to glow. I looked down, expecting to see that in my haste to get to my room I had knocked something onto it and that was what was glowing. But no. It was the pages. They glowed a dark green light that seemed to be reaching for me, trying and trying to grasp me. It can’t though. Because I don’t let it. I grab the book and stick it in the shelf.
“Oh no you don’t!” I mumbled. “Not on my watch.”
“Eba! What’s going on in there?” Lene called.
“Nothing Lene!” I called back.
I can hear Lene sigh. “Eba…”
“Fine! I’m trying to figure out why this book is glowing!” I groaned.
“Your book is glowing?” Lene called. I could hear her tromping up to my room. “What do you mean, glowing?”
“Like, light is coming off it’s pages, you moron!” I said, turning to the door as Lene opened the door.
Lene is my big brother. He looks at my bookshelf, well, more stares at the shelf, as the book was still glowing.
“That. Is. Un. Be. Lieveable.” He said. “Can I…?”
He reached for the book. I tried to stop him but I wasn’t fast enough. His thumb brushed the spine and he began to get encircled in the green light.
“Eba!” Lene cried. “Eba, get me out of here!”
“I can’t!” I shouted back.
I thought fast. I knew I couldn’t get him out of there but I could go with him. I put my hand inside the whirling, swirling column of green light. It looked more like smoke now though. It encircled my arm and began to whirl up my arm. Soon all I could see was whirling green smoke. Then I began to be pulled into a large cylindrical tube of green smoke. Lene was in it.
“Eba! You shouldn’t be in here!” He shouted at me.
“So you’d rather I go and look for a way to get you out when you might go anywhere with this green smoke?” I asked. “Typical.”
We stood there in silence for a while. Then the green whirl wind began to dissipate. I looked at the green wind and then at Lene. He was smiling.
“Lets go.” He said, beginning to walk forward.
“No, Lene. Wait!”
He turned back to look at me. “Why?”
“You don’t know what’s beyond there. And if you leave before the mist clears maybe you won’t be where I end up.” I told him. It was a perfectly logical explanation.
He sighed but stopped and waited for the smoke to clear. When the smoke cleared I looked around. We were in the middle of a forest. There was buzzing and humming as small creatures scurried and fluttered around the bushes and trees. I turned to Lene.
“Where are we?”
“I dunno.” He said.
I turned back to the forest. I sort of recognized it. I’d never actually been here before, but I knew I had heard of it before. Or read it. The book! It was the book that had made the smoke that took us here! We must have been in the book, somewhere.
“What?” He asked.
“It’s just, don’t you think that this could be part of the book?” I asked. “Since it was the book that let out the green fog stuff in the first place?”
Lene nodded. “It’s possible I suppose. But where in the book?”
I looked around again, drinking in the scenery. “Well, the book was a version of Peter Pan that I’ve never heard before, so this must be the bit where they’re in the woods.”
Lene looked around too. “You said it was a version of Peter Pan, right?”
“Did you read the whole book?” Lene asked.
I thought for a moment. “No. I just read the inside flap and the first few pages. It wasn’t all that interesting.”
Lene groaned. “What?” I asked.
“If you didn’t read the whole thing, and this is a version of Peter Pan we don’t know what happens.” He explained.
“Damn!” I said. Just then there was a rustling in the bushes and a little boy stepped out. He wore a dark green jacket and a knit cap. His jeans were torn and blue and he was filthy.
The boy turned to look at us and stopped dead in his tracks. “Who are you?” His voice was high and quavering.
“I’m Eba and this is my brother Lene. Who are you?” I said, stooping down and holding out my hand.
He didn’t take it. “Are you male or female?”
I turned to Lene. He shrugged. “She’s female.”
The boy looked at me, puzzled for a moment.” Are you running away too?”
“We’re not running away.” I said.
“Then why aren’t you wearing a skirt? All the girls wear skirts unless they’re running away. And they all have long hair.” The boy replied.
I turned to Lene. “She’s just revolting against the tyranny of dresses.” Lene lied.
“I see.” The boy said, straightening and taking my hand. “I’m Peter.”
I slowly turned around to face Lene. His eyes were wide. I turned back to Peter. “Peter…?”
“Pan. Peter Pan.” Peter replied.
My eyes went wide and I stood up slowly. I shook myself. “Well Peter. What are you doing out on a night like tonight at this hour?”
He looked down at his boots sheepishly. “I’m running away.”
“Where do you plan on going?” Lene asked, crouching down next to me. “If you’re running away don’t you need a plan?”
Peter stood up straighter. “I’m going to have my own island in the middle of an ocean and I’m going to be a boy forever!”
“Okay. But how are you going to get there? There isn’t a place that I can think of with that sort of magical possibilities.” I told him.
He looked at me. His eyes narrowed. “You guys don’t look like you’re from around here. Where are you from?”
“Well. Where we come from you are a fictional character who lives in a place called Neverland and you are friends with a fairy called Tinkerbell. Your nemesis is Captain Hook. And you lead a group of boys who ran away from their parents too.” I told him.
His eyes go wide. “Take me to this Neverland!”
I turned to Lene. “I don’t know how we’re supposed to-” I stopped.
We hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a book, almost identical to the book Lene had touched sitting just a few feet away. I walked over to it but I didn’t touch it. It was glowing like the book I had.
“‘Peter Pan; A Tale Of His Neverland Adventures Before Wendy’. Who’s Wendy?” Peter asked.
I grinned at Lene. “Touch the book and you’ll find out.”
He looked at the book eagerly, reached out a hand, and tapped it. The green smoke rose up out of the book, enveloping him completely.
“See you soon Eba! Lene!” And then the green smoke dissipated and he was gone, a new book in his place.
“Well, I guess we go home now.” Lene said, reaching for the book.
“STOP!” I told him, grabbing his arm before he could touch the book. “Read the title first.”
He pulled his hand from my grasp and shot me a glare but he read the title. “‘Everything Not Wonderful About America’. Seems right to me.” He touched the book. This time the green mist stuff didn’t swirl around us. It condensed and formed the shape of a doorway with a green smoke door in the center of it. I turned to Lene.
“Shall we?” He smiled and we stepped into the swirling green mist.

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