Wendy's Adventure

Chapter one

Wendy's POV
Wendy woke to the usual bell that signaled her start to the day. The couple that owned the orphanage did the same screaming wake up call as every other horrid morning. Wendy jumped out of bed as Mrs. Darling, a terrible old hag, came screeching into the room.
"Wake up you filthy wretches!" Mrs.Darling glared at one of the beds in the far corner. She stormed over and hit whoever it was near the midsection of her body. When there was no movement Wendy had an awful feeling she knew why the girl didn't move.
Mrs. Darling proved her right when she pulled back the bed sheet. In the bed was a young girl, no older than eleven, with her wrists cut length wise with a pair of sewing scissors. Wendy knew why. Emily, the girl, was the newest of everyone there. She had arrived two and a half weeks ago. Her family died in a boating accident, one that poor Emily had survived and no one else. Their captain tried to kill them all because of poor treatment, so he said during the last few minutes that he lived. Emily was traumatized badly. For the first five days she would mutter to herself and look suspiciously at everyone. A few days later she was all smiles and acted completely normal. Wendy guessed this is why.
Mrs. Darling sighed and signaled two girls to help her get the body out of the building before it started to stink. She glared at the girls and told them to get to work.
Wendy had dressed and eaten and was on her way to the sewing room. She wasn't paying attention and bumped into someone.
"O-oops sorry, I didn't see you there-" Wendy looked at the boy in front of her. He had green eyes, sandy hair, and a long slender nose. His thin lips lifted into a smile revealing beautiful white teeth. This face was sitting upon a defined jaw and long thin/muscular body. Wendy was shocked at how handsome this boy was and became very self conscious of her disheveled looks. Her nutmeg colored hair was in a sloppy braid, her dress had wrinkles and clung to her petite figure in strange, revealing, places. Her sea green eyes were puffy, and her small nose was slightly red from all the dust in the air.
"No problem" the boy said in a smoky strong voice. Wendy's knees were growing weak. How was this possible he was so handsome and she-wasn't. She'd never felt this way before.
Mr. Darling came out of the next room. "Ah Wendy, just the young lady I was searching for. This is Pan, he is new to our orphanage and I would like you to show him around the place. He will be working here for a while and needs a tour. I thought you could handle that. You can, can't you?"
Wendy was slightly in shock. No one had asked her to do anything this important at the orphanage before, other than sew coats for the homeless. "Yes Mr. Darling. I can handle this just fine. Is there any specific place you would like me to start this tour?"
"Mr.Pan will need to put his things away, so start in the guest rooms he will be staying in the end room to the left."
Wendy nodded and signaled with her hand for Pan to follow her. She lead him in silence for the majority of the way.
"So how long have you been here Wendy? Do you like it here?" Pan suddenly asked.
"I've been here a while. It's tolerable, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I like it here. Here's your room I'll wait here for you to put your things on the bed. Please hurry I haven't all day." Wendy didn't like that he asked so many questions so fast. It confused her that he spoke to her at all really. She expected she would later get dirty looks from him just as everyone eventually did. She was an orphan after all.
Pan returned to the hallway quickly. "So where to first Miss Wendy?" He smiled handsomely. She tried to ignore his smile and told him to follow her. She showed him the washroom, the mess hall, the sewing rooms, and the boiler room before the questions started again.
"How old are you Miss Wendy? How long is a while for ya? Are there any orphan boys here?"
"There aren't any orphan boys here, just girls. I'm amazed they let you work here, they don't let boys usually even set foot on this property. A year and a half, that's how long. And if you absolutely  must know Mr.- I'm sorry I don't believe I remember your name."
"It's Pan. And I did a lot of begging to get this job. I'm new to the work system and they promised me a job in the boiler room. Year an a half ya say, hmm...quite a bit of time."
Wendy nodded. She wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. All she could think about is how he would be here. Around all these girls. And down in the sweltering heat, all sweaty and muscular, probably with his shirt off. Showing his muscles and-
"Wendy? Are you alright Miss. You seem a bit, distracted. I asked ya how old you were you never did give me an answer."
"Huh? Yes I'm alright. Oh um, I'm seventeen. I have one more year left before I can leave this damned place and be free! How old are you Mr. Pan?"
"Me? Old enough. And you look a bit older if you don't mind my saying. Your very beautiful,"
Wendy's face flushed. She hadn't been called beautiful, ever. She couldn't help but smile a little and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I-uh. Thank you Pan. You yourself are quite handsome."
He gave her a big toothy smile again. And nodded his thanks. They continued the rest of the tour in silence shooting each other shy smiles here and there.
It took most of the day for Wendy to show Pan around the orphanage. When she finished she reported to Mr. Darling that she finished and he gave her the rest of the day to just clean up her sewing squads room. She enjoyed the rest of her day in peace and quiet.