Petra Pan and the Girl from London {the fairies told - book one}

Chapter 1

   "Wendy Acacia Darling!" I heard from below me, already knowing what was coming. "Get down here right now!" Sighing, I got up from my window seat and trudged down stairs and into the kitchen. As expected, there she was with her arms crossed and a letter from my school in her right hand.

"Wendy..." mum started.

"Acacia," I corrected her.

"Acacia, did you skip fourth period today?"

"See, the problem with that question is that you already know the answer. If I didn't then you obviously wouldn't be holding whatever letter they sent you this time, and we wouldn't be standing here."

She paused, "well can you at least tell me where you went?"

"Guess," I replied with slight amusement, sitting down on one of our many kitchen stools.

"I'm not playing these games anymore Acacia! I am your mother and you will tell me where you have been!"

I sat there, just kind of staring at her for a couple seconds before saying, "Well mother, if you really must know, I was behind the school smoking weed."

My mother gaped at me, "Are you high right now?" she asked in shock.

"Wow that's a really good joke mum. Of course I'm not, that was a few hours ago and I only smoked a little."

She didn't say anything, just looked at me.

It felt like an eternity before I said, "Come on mum, you must have known I smoke weed! I thought it was pretty obvious sometimes, I actually tried to get you to confront me about it a couple times. Clearly I have to be more transparent."

"Just go Wendy, just go," she whispered before turning around and grasping the counter.

"Whatever," I sighed, grabbing an apple and heading back upstairs to my room.

*

I sat at my window seat writing for the following three hours. I stopped when I heard my father return from work. I was not surprised in the slightest when he stormed up into my room, my mum trailing behind him quietly.

"What the hell are you doing smoking and skipping classes?" my dad yelled, fuming.

"Oh come on!" I replied in exasperation. "It's not like I've never skipped before! This isn't a new thing! Why is this time so different?"

"Oh I'll tell you why it's different! It's different because it's your first semester of your last year of school and you haven't applied to Uni! You just sit around writing in your stupid books and smoking pot! You don't care about your life Wendy! That's what's wrong!" he shouted even louder.

"Would you just shut up? Michael will hear you! And God damn it dad, call me Acacia!" I said, my voice angry but hardly even a shout. "It's my life! I can do what I want it's not like you care anyway! Dad, you're at work all day every day! Do you see what time it is? Its quarter to ten and you're just now getting home. You leave before Michael gets up and comes home after he sleeps!"

"And mum, I don't even know what you do. The only conversations we've had in the past six months have been arguments! You guys say you love me but you sure as hell don't act like it, sure you give me a roof over my head and I am completely grateful of that, but when you are judging me for every other thing I do with my life it's kind of hard to care about living!"

"I pray every night for Peter Pan or a fairy god mother to take me away from this place! I am stuck in a city that doesn't love me, full of people that hate me and couldn't care less whether or not I jumped in front of a bus tonight. And you know what? I've thought about it before, you know, running away? Disappearing, maybe running in front of the train? I have resorted to drugs and alcohol because I feel alone and every time I try to talk to you, you find something wrong in what I'm saying and send me away!"

"I'm so fucking done with this okay! If you want me to move out, fine then. But don't you dare set foot in the only space in the world that is completely mine and tell me what is wrong with the decisions I've made in my life. Believe it or not, I really try to be happy, respectful and sometimes even a good student. But I can't help it if I don't want to go to Uni and become some worldwide known surgeon. I'm sorry, alright?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really fucking sorry that I'm not the daughter you want me to be. But could you please just get out?" I whispered the last sentence as one single tear escaped my left eye.

"Wendy..." my mother began.

"Go," I demanded.

Both my parents walked out without a word, closing the door behind them. Leaving me alone to gaze out at the stars and wish of nothing more than to have Peter Pan fly into my life and rescue me.

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Okay so I hope you liked Chapter 1! It's a short one I know but I'm only getting started, I will try to think of an updating schedule but until next time!

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-Erin