A story about a young maiden named Wendy darling who never fell in love with Peter, were the movies never existed and Peter never took her to Neverland, but watched her from the window of her balcony every night when she slept.
Or is there more?
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When we finally made it to Neverland we decided to surprise the lost kids. So while I, John and Peter when to the treehouse, while tinker bell took care o Wendy, which Peter was really hesitant about afraid Wendy would get hurt again and wouldn't be protected because of tinker bells small size but, we eventually persuaded him otherwise. Though I didn't keep Peter from looking back from time to time almost ruining the surprise.
To get the lost kid's attention Peter did his normal bird call, sign for the lost kids to meet at the base this instant.
As expected every single lost kid came running in the tree house ready for what the leader would tell them
Or show them in this case.
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(there are 6 lost kids but one is missing a girl in the picture)
Eventually, all the lost kids made a line and all in sync said: "yes peter sir". I smiled at their confident aura that surrounded the room. Ever since Wendy was in danger all the lost kids started working much harder than usual and would goof off less.
"No need for the salute today lost kids, today's a special day"
Peter explained with a smile on his face. All the lost kids were confused when he said such a sentence and even more bewildered when the saw the happy smile on their leaders face they haven't seen in a while. I laughed softly at their expressions but, once again kept myself composed for the reveal. Before Peter could say more, a loud *thud* come from the play/training area of the treehouse.
In less than a mil-a second, Peter was gone probably already there. I and John held scared faces while the lost kids seemed confused out of their minds when we made it to the training room what we saw was too much.
"John, Michael what's happening?! Where are we?! Who is this?! Mom, Dad?!"
I and the rest just stood still frozen still with fear and astonishment. The lost kids were just about to hug Wendy to death when a shout caused them to cease, and that shout came from no one other than my big sister.
She was clutching her head in pain which could be seen crossing over her delicate features. Everything seemed to stop. I stopped. Peter stopped. John stopped. No one moved and thought one question
