Neverland

One And Only.

Wendy sat down angrily, her skirts billowing out around her as she sat down. As she sat there on the bed, she watched John and Michael jump from chair to chair. O', what fools were they?!

John thrust out a rather flimsy seeming wooden sword, poking Michael's chest. He wobbled on the arm of the chair, trying to keep his balance, but fell to the floor with an ear piercing shriek. He sat up, rubbing his bruised head. "Be quiet!"

Wendy huffed, pulling out a doll and twisting it's arms around violently. One tore off, landing under the bureau with a clatter. "Oh, aren't I such a foolish fool?!"

Wendy thrust the doll to the side, showing no care for the delicate object, and ran to the bathroom to change into a nightdress. As she pulled the flouncy fabric over her head, she made sure to take extra care for her hair. Piling an outlandish amount of lotion onto her hand, she rubbed it into her face, taking extra for her cheeks and chin. After she was done, she opened the door. What she expected were her two buffoonish brothers continuing their game, but the sight she was met with was much more amazing.

A rather short boy with dirty blond hair was hovering slightly above the ground, darting over the heads of her brothers, and holding their toys. He turned to Wendy, giving her a leering grin. "'Ello!"

Wendy ran up to him, and took advantage of her height to snatch the sword and slingshot from him. He rose higher and higher, reaching the ceiling. Wendy was then so outraged that she took the slingshot, loaded it with a marble, and shot it directly at his head. "Ow! You little-"

Michael had taken the time to head butt the boy, who fell to the floor with a crash. As usual, the children's parents didn't make a sound. "Alright, that's it, you're coming with me!"

"Yeah?! What're you gonna do, shorty?!" Wendy sneered at him, pushing his chest.

But she had spoken too soon. Alas, a small figure darted out from under his cap, sprinkling some strange, shiny dust all over the children. "No! My dress!"

Because of her lotion, sparkles stuck to Wendy's face, so that her vision was obscured. The intruder then proceeded to grab the legs of the children and yank hard. Instead of dislocating something, which Wendy braced herself for, the whole group rose into the air. Shrieking, the children clutched at the ornamental decorations on the ceiling. Plaster began to fall, sprinkling them with dust, ruining the carpet. Wendy, had always been rather materialistic, and this offense was on her very last nerve. She shrieked, hitting the wall and rebounding out of the open window.

She heard the boy say something about 'less work,' and then watched as her brothers were shoved out too, tumbling into her. To the normal pedestrian, it would have been an outlandish sight. Three children in nighttime garments floating above the street, accompanied by an impish, dirty boy and a fairy. When the boy darted off, the children decided it was no use, but to follow him.

They struggled to keep off, windmilling their arms. They moved surprisingly quickly through the night sky. They circled around the clock tower several times, attracting mumbles and gasps from a crowd gathering down below. Women in revealing dresses, off duty construction workers and laborers, and bartenders rushed to the streets.

For the children, everything became a blur. They traveled through the night sky at high speed, doing no work. Winds rushed over their flimsy clothes, which caused them to be cold to the bone. John's teeth chattered, and Wendy reached over and pinched him to make him stop. Soon the two were caught up in a violent cat-fight, slapping and yelling over the rush around them. Michael joined in, and they almost tumbled out of their little tunnel. The boy, displaying rather strange strength, pulled them back on course. The winds gradually died down and they landed in the daytime in a grassy field.