Somewhere in London on one starry night, was a house that belonged to the Darling family.
Every night a magical boy named Peter Pan would come to the Darling house, and listen to the girl his age there at the window of the nursery. He visited this house because the family believed in him, and the girl told enchanting stories to two boys that looked similar to her, and a lot of the stories were about him.
"Cinderella was in a chivalrous sword fight, against.. against.." Wendy Darling stopped her story and roleplaying, frowning slightly. Her brothers, Michael and John, sat staring expectantly at her.
"Against who, Wendy?" Michael asked excitedly.
Recognition dawned on Wendy's face, and she enthusiastically shouted, "Hook!" as she brandished her hand in a hook shape.
"He swiped after Cinderella with his iron hook, but she was too fast for him. And she could fly. She flew upwards to the Lost Boys who were tied up on deck, and set them free," Wendy had a glint in her eye, as she settled down on the floor with her brothers. "Her sidekick, Tinkerbell, was a fairy, so she was able to make the Lost Boys fly. They flew away quickly, Hook shouted in the distance as a mischievous crocodile tick-tocked after Hook's ship." Wendy finished her story just as her mother and father walked into the room.
As Mr Darling was saying goodnight to the boys, Mrs Darling led Wendy out of the room.
Wendy's Aunt Millicent was standing there, waiting for the two. Wendy sent Mrs Darling a questioning look, just as Aunt Millicent said, "Wendy, last night when I asked you to turn around so I could appraise you, I noticed something."
Wendy looked at her mother again, who was smiling. "Oh?" Wendy said, looking at her aunt.
"Yes. You have a woman's chin. A kiss."
Wendy gasped, and quickly moved her hand to her face. Disbelief was etched onto her features.
Aunt Millicent smiled, and took Wendy's other hand. "You are growing up now. You're almost fifteen. You must have your own room, and spend more time with me."
Wendy was shaking her head, opening and closing her mouth. No.. I don't want to grow up..
"No! I-I can't! I want to stay in the nursery, with John and Michael!" Wendy protested.
Aunt Millicent frowned. "No such thing will happen."
Wendy felt tears spring to her eyes. "B-but,"
"No buts!" Aunt Millicent interrupted rudely, an angry spark in her eyes. Wendy's parents aren't always the nicest to her or her brothers. Nor is Aunt Millicent, but they have to put up with it. Even the occasional beatings. Wendy has a bit of a black eye now, and a cut lip. All she'd done was politely ask if she could have a cup of milk before bed. Her family may believe in Peter, but that doesn't mean they like him. Apart from John and Michael.
Freely crying now, Wendy shouted, "I refuse!"
Aunt Millicent looked absolutely outraged, and drew her hand back to slap Wendy hard across the face.
She did, and attracted the attention of John. "Wendy!" he called.
"Shut up!" Mr Darling scolded, and booted Nana, their dog, out of the nursery's room.
"Wendy Moira Angela Darling, this will be your last night in the nursery. Tomorrow you will sleep in your own room, whether you like it or not." Mrs Darling said, and then grabbed her husband's arm and swept downstairs to attend the party they were about to leave for.
Aunt Millicent was babysitting, so she went downstairs after sending Wendy a warning glare.
The sobs wracking Wendy's body kept her up all night, and she barely even heard the window open to the nursery.
She sat up quickly, momentarily glancing at John and Michael asleep in their beds, and then moved her gaze away to the window,
There, much to her surprise, was a boy around her age. Only he was flying.
Wendy gasped out loud, and seemed to scare the boy a bit, because he started to fly out the window. Wendy scrambled out of bed quickly.
"No, wait! Please!" her voice seemed to have an effect on the boy, because he turned around slowly and flew back into the room, landing swiftly on his bare feet. It was only then that Wendy realised what he was wearing.
Leaves entwined whereabouts needed covering, messy, caramel-coloured hair and a charming smirk. Wendy was lucky she didn't topple over at the sight of him just then.
The boy bowed down, and Wendy hastily did the same.
"My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling." Wendy said excitedly.
The boy looked confused at such a long name, but nevertheless told his own. "Peter. Pan." He said, crossing his arms and puffing out his chest proudly.
Wendy stood gaping. Peter Pan?
"I know you!" Wendy cried, moving over to Peter quickly. "I tell stories about you!"
Peter backed away, putting his hand on the hilt of his dagger. Wendy saw it and her eyes went wide, and backed off. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
Peter eyed her questioningly, but then shrugged and seemed to relax. "I listen to the stories you tell. I tell the boys back in Neverland."
All of a sudden there was a loud bang and Wendy and Peter quickly turned around, to see Nana, the family dog, bounding towards Peter.
Peter's eyes went wide, and he quickly flew towards the window but Nana got hold of his shadow.
Peter flew faster, and managed to shut the window on his shadow, flying off to.. what was the place called again? Neverland..
Wendy hastily scolded her dog, and then sent him out of the nursery, closing the door and quickly getting into bed before she got another beating.
It was only then that she saw Peeta's shadow running around her room. She got up quickly, chased after it, and shoved it in her draw.
She was sure he'd come back for it tomorrow night. Until then, she'd have to endure the wrath of her father, and occasionally her mother.
Come quickly, Peter Pan.. she thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
Author's Note: Bearing in mind, this version of Peter Pan is very different to the original.
As in, Wendy and Peter are both older and there are different plots to the actual Peter Pan. And it's the 2003 version of Peter Pan! So when Peter says something in my story, imagine Jeremy Sumpter!
