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mouth quirking at the corners. He didn’t think it was possible, but he was humoring me—I get that a lot, too.
    I couldn’t wait to prove him wrong.
    It turned out that I didn’t really need Mom’s iPod to keep me entertained during the trip. After the book incident, Peter and Tink came up with plenty of stuff to do while we were traveling.
    Soaring ahead of us, Tink plucked something from the air above her head and threw it to Peter.
    â€œHere!” Peter said, and tossed it to me.
    I caught it and took a good look—it was a glowing sphere, smaller than the fairy but much, much brighter. It warmed my palm, and when I opened my hand a little wider, it twinkled merrily. “What is it?”
    â€œA baby star,” Peter said, like this was obvious.
    I wondered if it was a good idea to use a star as a landmark if they moved around like that, but I didn’t say so. “It’s not as big as they tell us in school.”
    â€œ Grown-ups. They don’t know anything ,” Peter said scornfully. He zipped forward. “I’m ready!”
    I threw the star to Tink, who passed it to Peter. He let it drop, almost all the way to the clouds, before he swooped down and snatched it up.
    He was definitely showing off, but I was still pretty impressed.
    The next time he threw it to me, I let it fall for a few seconds before I rushed down and caught it—but I stubbed my toe on the moon, which was soccer ball sized and half hidden in the clouds.
    Tink made a high-pitched ring, kind of like a really annoying telephone, her arms wrapped around her middle. I was pretty sure she was laughing.
    Tossing the star back to Peter, I hung my head, my face so hot that I was surprised that it didn’t glow as brightly as the fairy’s.
    Peter watched me, frowning a little. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I was afraid he would tell me that it served me right for being such a copycat.
    But all he said was “Pretty good for a first try. Next time, dive with your hands first. You’ll be able to see where you’re going.”
    That made me feel better.
    I kept throwing the star to Tink, hoping she might get friendlier, but she never threw it to me. We had to stop when we reached a second star, a bigger one who turned snobbishly away when it saw us. As we went, the baby star bobbed a little in the air, like it was waving good-bye, before shooting home.
    Then Peter demonstrated some midflight acrobatics. I’d been taking gymnastics for years, and being able to fly made everything so much easier. When he did three somersaults, I did three too.
    â€œNot bad, Wendy girl,” Peter said with a small smirk. “But can you do this?”
    He did four cartwheels in a row in a circle around me, even while I was flying.
    Then I tried. I definitely counted four cartwheels, but unfortunately, I didn’t pay attention to where my feet were going. My ankle smacked into the little fairy, almost knocking her out of the sky.
    â€œOops!” I straightened up quickly as she chattered angrily at me, shaking one fist and smoothing her hair down with her other hand. “Sorry, Tink! I didn’t see you there.”
    Peter didn’t seem to be bothered. “Bet you can’t do this .”
    He did a cartwheel, a round-off, and a backflip, all in a row.
    I grinned. I knew I could do it. Once, I’d even done it when I wasn’t flying. So, I did a cartwheel, a round-off, and two backflips.
    That might have been a mistake too. Either Peter didn’t like me outdoing him, or he got sick of practicing acrobatics for some other reason.
    Lying with his hands behind his head, like he was floating backward, Peter started telling me about his adventures—about feeding Captain Hook’s hand to the crocodile, and rescuing Princess Tiger Lily from the pirates, and bringing the Lost Boys a mother. . . .
    Maybe it was the time of day, or the fact that I had reread some of