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Chapter One (Part One)

Wendy sat at her window frame, like every night before, and stared out at the London skyline. It was quite beautiful, she had to say, but she missed home constantly. She hated the miserable orphanage she had been brought to from America when her parents abruptly abandoned her on the peer, sending her away with the lucky owners of a new baby. Unfortunately, those people didn't want a baby. They had immediately shipped her off to Mrs. Legget's home of orphans where she roomed with nine other girls.

Now, she wasn't terribly beaten or treated like a savage because she spoke like a yank, but the little girls around her often set her apart from the rest of them simply because she has been born oversea's. Mrs. Legget, however, had a soft spot for her since she had never gotten to travel like her young heart desired. So, Wendy was allowed to do the storytelling to all the younger children at night. It was a great privilege that all the older girls that had the opportunity to do prided themselves. Especially Wendy.

She told tales of the far away place she came from, how the city towered over the people and the sky was always clearer than crystal. She had always been proud of how the little kids would go to sleep and dream in awe of where she came from, she loved the idea that she could one day be a powerful author and get out of the poverty.

Maybe she'd go home and meet her parents.

But Wendy didn't dwell much on her parents, but more in her mind. She jutted down any good stories she had in the journals she bought with the money she obtained from selling necklaces made from things around the orphanage. Sometimes she'd fill a whole journal or two with one story and show it to Mrs. Legget, wishing to get it published. But even with Wendy's clear favour over other girls, Mrs. Legget would tell her it wasn't good enough or she was too young to publish. Wendy obviously disagreed, but didn't say anything else in fear of what might happen if she back talked.

Now, before this night, Wendy had just seen twinkling stars. Never something so peculiar as a shooting green light. Her face lit up and she quickly rushed around, getting a toy telescope to look at it. Of course, all she saw was a green light but it was still as exciting as ever to see something new on the horizon. Wendy reached up to unlock and open the window just as her door creaked open and she heard a voice that snapped her back into bed.

"Wendy, there's no sitting at the window after 10 o'clock. Don't be so silly." One of the nannies scolded her quietly. She nodded quickly and smiled, her blond hair splaying over he pillow behind her as she pulled the blankets over herself. The nanny continued as she shut the door slowly. "You're almost 16 now, I don't want to see you disobeying our rules so blatantly again."

"Yes, ma'am." She mumbled quietly, looking back to see the green light had dissipated and left the stars to their show. She rubbed at her eyes and wondered if she ever really saw it, the tough thinking brought her into a deep sleep for the night and she didn't plan on waking up so abruptly as she did as one of the girls, Mary, jumped on her.

"Wake up, you sissy, we have embroidery class today." She grinned directly in front of Wendy's face. Wendy groaned and pushed at her, mumbling that she was awake as she sat up. Mary had tumbled off her bed and begun to get ready, so Wendy decided it wasn't a fair deal to go to class in her pyjamas if no one else was. She pulled her night gown off and then dug through her chest of clothes for a clean bra, clasping it in the back before adjusting it. She then pulled over a nice, blue day dress and called that, that.

"Come on, Wendy, we're the last two here." Mary called, motioning for her only friend to hurry along. Wendy was not very enthusiastic but ran along anyways. She could tell this would be an incredibly tedious day, as usual.