With a fresh new cut underneath her left eye, Wendy miserably got into the cold, unfamiliar sheets of her bed. She was now in her new room, and immediately missed John and Michael.
She didn’t want to grow up, she didn’t want to become a lady, and she most certainly didn’t want to spend all of her time with Aunt Millicent. That’s exactly what she’d been doing, having lady-lessons with her awful Aunt, who felt the need to slap poor Wendy on the bottom at least twice every lesson.
Wendy’s plan was to pretend to go to sleep in her dreadfully unchildish room, wearing a tank top and plain white shorts for the adventures she would surely experience, but once her family were settled in bed, she would slip out of her room and into the nursery with John and Michael, where she would hope her knight in shining green leavery would come to rescue her. While she was going over this in her head, she smiled to herself. I am being quite immature..
She couldn’t care less, though. Immature was exactly what her parents didn’t want her to be, so she was all for it.
Once she deemed everyone asleep, she got out of bed and quietly crept to her door. Luckily the doors didn’t squeak, for when she pulled it open, no sound was to be heard.
She tiptoed down the hallway, dodging the spot on the floor where she knew creaked, and reached the nursery door with no trouble.
Much to her happiness, the door was opened ajar, so she slipped inside and saw the very boy that had consumed her thoughts for the past twenty-four hours, waiting at the window.
Wendy closed the nursery door, and quickly ran to the thankfully unlocked window, flinging it open and beaming at Peter.
He flew in, signature smirk playing on his lips. “Wendy, I have come for you!”
“Oh, Peter!” Wendy cried. “M-may John and Michael come?”
Peter looked at Wendy questioningly, and she laughed. “My brothers!”
Realisation finally dawned on Peter’s face, and he looked almost.. relieved? “Why, of course.”
Wendy beamed again, and ran to her brother’s beds to wake them up. “John, Michael, wake up! Peter Pan is here to take us to Neverland,” John and Michael groaned and turned themselves away from Wendy’s cries. “For good!”
At this, Peter quickly went to Wendy and grabbed her upper arm, guiding her to the other side of the room.
“For good? You really mean it?” asked Peter in disbelief.
Wendy looked at Peter confusedly. “Yes, of course. What else did you expect?”
Peter looked excited now. “N-nothing,” he replied. Then, hesitating slightly, he put a hand out to Wendy’s bruised face, but she flinched away. “Wendy, what happened to your face?” Peter looked genuinely concerned, which was a new feeling for him. He was quite shocked at himself, but quickly dismissed the thought.
Wendy had a faraway look in her eye as she refused to answer Peter, and then she gave a sort of grimace.
Clearing her throat, she says, “Can, uh, we please just wake John and Michael and leave here.”
Peter was slightly distressed. Why would a young teenager like her be acting like this? Were her parents not loving? Perhaps they weren’t. “Ok.” Peter replied, flying upwards and sitting cross-legged upside down on the ceiling. Wendy immediately felt herself smile as she looked up at Peter. He smiled back, and she felt her heart flutter.
Quickly walking back over to her brothers, Wendy started shaking them harder. “Come on, you two!”
John sat up in bed, obviously frustrated. “What, Wendy?” His eyes wandered to the ceiling, where Peter was still sitting upside down, and his mouth dropped open. Wendy laughed.
