zander juno, wanderer | fin

My skin is dark brown, like dirt, except softened by days in the sun - but my bare feet have only gotten darker. I'm 'chunky' as most people will say, but I think they're just sort of jealous I have more, and I eat more, I previously lived in District Two, and what can be more wealthy? I'm short. which only adds to my plumpness, and I can honestly say I walk funny, but I can still run. But, some girls (when I was younger) would call it "adorable". I'm only 5'4", and 141 pounds.

Curly, dark-brown hair covers the top of my head like a roof; my dark, chestnut eyes are the oval, wide windows (with long, dark eyelashes and thick, arched eyebrows); and my small, elvish ears are the two chimneys that let out smoke (and can often get red, like bricks). The petite, skinny nose on my face is just a decoration, unless I want to smell something, although that doesn't do much, in my opinion. My mouth can be considered a door-way, for the food I eat to find a home maybe one day I'll find a good home like the food. My teeth are different colors, and my jaw is crooked, again, "adorable". The food goes down my neck, and slides into my stomach, where it can finally sleep peacefully.

Often, my arms are thought of as "fat", when they're actually made of muscle (in some parts). Although I may be a lazy person, I still have the strength. My arms are short, though, and so are my legs. Except my legs are a bit skinner, and most people can tell that they're made out of muscle. I can run, I can just run forever, even though I don't where shoes, I can run. I like running, and perhaps that's why. My hands and feet are similar in a lot of ways; they're both dark (my feet a bit darker), they're both big (my hands a bit bigger), and the nails on them are both filled with dirt.

The first thing you should know about me is that I can be full of myself. I can brag, and I can say I'm better than you. Perhaps it's because I just don't care to see if I'm better than you, and maybe it's because I know you're better than me, but I'm too scared to admit it. I will never admit my weakness, because that shows vulnerability. I will not look vulnerable anywhere, especially in the wild. And I'm not a vulnerable person. Along with being over-confident and a bragger, I am stubborn. Honestly, the only reason I take orders from Peter is because he knows how to survive. If it was anyone else, I wouldn't dare take one command (probably). As I am stubborn, I like to tell people what to do - people who aren't stubborn; because it's not like they can say "No." when I yell at them.

And if it matters, I'm straight. Honestly, I can be judgmental at times, but sexuality doesn't matter to me. It isn't like I can be racist; I live among people with different skin colors, and their outside layer doesn't make a difference compared to how they are on the inside. Although I can come off as bitter, I'm much more sympathetic than you would know.

I am sarcastic and I have a dark sense of humor. Apparently this isn't often a good thing if I want people to like me, but it's almost like a habit now. It's hard not to be sarcastic because people sometimes act the dumbest questions. Also, if I'm not sarcastic, I would have nothing to say sometimes. I always have a thing to say.

I like company. I like people around me and noise and things moving. I don't like sitting alone (unless I'm upset) and I don't like being left out. I guess sometimes that's the reason I act the way I do; I want people to notice me, to talk to me, to pay attention to me. I think this is because back in District Two, I was only being payed attention to because I was rude - here I want attention for being me - even if I can be a little over-dramatic sometimes.

I was born in District Two, I had wealthy parents, and I had a great house. I was never the smartest in school - I would fool around a lot, not study, and barely do homework - not that I cared. Honestly, though, people loved me. Okay, that sounds smug, but it's true, I used to be like a 'Peter', people followed me, looked up to me, believed in me. Now I'm just like those people, and I feel like there is less pressure on me; maybe there never was pressure on me. District Two was great, I used to Train with my friends and my parents, it was a blast, but life got one-hundred times better when I ran away; because even though I trained, I still hated the Games. The Games were always there, deep inside me, spreading like my veins, pumping like my heart. So I decided I shouldn't have to live a lie, I didn't want to get reaped, I didn't want to let everyone down.

So I ran away.

I don't remember whom I met first; the boys or Peter. I just remember it was two years ago, I was twelve, now, it's two years later. I own two shirts, two pairs of pants, two pairs of underwear, and a jacket - that's all I need, besides everyone with me. Peter just welcomed me in, so I accepted it. I think that the reason I like running so much is because it makes me forget. Forget about everything. I wish I could just forget forever. It's not hard to forget though, sometimes I forget for a hour, sometimes for a day, maybe even a few days. But I mean, you can't runaway from your past, because no matter where you go, it's always behind you.

But I like where I am now, I like being free, out in the forest, with just these people. I'm not afraid to be myself with them. They're like a family to me. They are a family. There's also Tigerlily, who I see every so often, and she is who inspired me to go shoeless (even though sometimes, when it's cold outside, I borrow someone's shoes). They don't care though; "What's mine is yours."

My thirteenth birthday was the worst. It only reminded me of home, my parents, and my past birthdays. I was sad for a week, I even thought of going home. But if I really loved home, I wouldn't have left.

My fourteenth birthday was the best, it was just a fun day, we even went for a swim, it was fun. It kind of reminded me that I ran away for a reason, that the nature was better than society. Most importantly, it reminded me that little things can make a big difference. I'm a little thing, and I sure do make a difference. And it was when I turned fourteen, and was about to go to sleep, when I realized:
"I belong here."

"The Neverland Plot is purely for the entertainment of those who participate in it, based on the book Peter Pan, by J. M. Barrie, and is not intended to be plagiarism. I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of it's characters." - Stare