Second Star to the Right. ( A Peter Pan retelling)

Growing Up

It was chilly that morning when Charlotte headed off to school. Her Father had already gone to work and she was on her way to hell on earth. Well, American High school. But it was the same thing to her. She walked to school everyday, going the same way as the day before. She wasn’t a fan of change.

But still, her mind was off and racing. There was snow on the ground as there was seven years ago today. When she met Peter. Her great grandmother used to tell her stories of Peter, but she never thought she would meet him. Much less fall in love with him. But when he promised he would come back and visit, he never did. She hadn’t seen him since that night.

There was a dull ach in her stomach from thinking about it. It was stupid really. That something that couldn’t have been real, would have such an effect on her. Peter Pan wasn’t real. He was a story. And even if she fell in love with him, she should forget it.

But no one else had given Charlotte that kind of fuzzy feelings. No one that was real. Charlotte shook her head, clearing the thoughts. She pulled her coat closer around her and walked faster. She was aiming to get to school before frost bite sets in. Though as things were now, that was not happening. When she turned a corner, she ran into a thick chest covered by a wool coat. She stepped back in order to look up and see the man so she could apologize. Charlotte was met with eyes as blue as forget me not’s. He had a strong angular face, with facial hair covering his jaw and above his lip. His hair was long and pulled back into a pony tail, with a few curls escaping. He took hold of her with his left hand, his right staying in his coat pocket.

“My apologizes, dear. I was not looking where I was going.” The man bowed, like an English gentleman. His accent also gave him away.

“No, no sir. It was my fault. I beg your pardon.” Charlotte said quickly.

“Hurrying off to school I see? Tell me dear, what is your name?” He asked, placing a pleasant smile on this face.

“Charlotte and yes. If you will excuse me. I must hurry or I will be late.” She said quickly.

“I hope we meet again. Under better circumstances, of course.” The man bowed again, and Charlotte hurried off.

Another man came up after Charlotte had run off on her way.

“Is that her Captain? Is that the girl?” The man was short and round, seeming to have never missed a meal. He wore a coat, but not one as nice as his taller companion. His nose and cheeks were red, seeming to have had a bit too much to drink.

“Yes, Smee. That would be the girl. Pan’s new Wendy.” The Captain pulled his right hand out off the coat. Only there was no hand, but the shiny metal of a hook.

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“Charlotte! You were almost late.” Amy, a girl with bright red hair and blue eyes called out to Charlotte. She was tall and skinny, but lacking nothing in appearance.

Charlotte smiled at her friend, “I know, I know. I had a bit of a run in with someone.” Even after all these years, she had not lost her English accent. It always was a subject of discussion when meeting new people. But she wanted to keep her accent. It was apart of her.

“What kind of a run in?” Amy said, standing beside her friend.

“Literally, a run in. I ran into someone.” Charlotte laughed a bit.

“Was he cute?” Amy asked, suddenly excited.

“He was old. But a bit good looking. But still old. Like older than my dad old.” She rolled her eyes at her friend.