Peter Pan: A Day in Neverland

Spending a single Day and Night in Never Land

I was running through the forest, running from something I did not know; I had no memory of my past or even what I was doing there. Stopping to catch my breath I tried ever so hard to scramble together something... first I tried to remember basic information such as my name and what I was doing there.

Sitting down on a rock I tried to think of these answers, "Now, what is my name?" I tried hard to think. "Wendy?

"No"

Just then a mysterious voice said "You are Sydney, Sydney Middleton and you're home, my home"

"Who- who said that?" I stook up swiftly.

"You don't know?"

"No, Should I?"

"Look at me, girl" I lifted my head to see a boy standing over me, he wore all green except for his pointed shoes of course which were brown, and attached to his pants was a very sharp, very intimidating-looking dagger.

"Who- who are you?" I asked again.

"Peter, Peter Pan"

"Who-?"

"Ugh, well... you're noggin's busted but other than that you're all right-- man when I get my hands on Tinkerbell..." he started but stopped short and looked at me. "Come on, let's get you to the hideout, you need your rest" he replied sticking a hand out to me. I hesitated then shook my head, "I can get up myself" I replied, as a stood up with shaky legs. Taking a step I tried to find my balance at least enough to carry me on my own two feet but instead, I clumsily tripped slamming into his back.

"You okay?"

"Yeah- just tripped" I replied as a collected myself and continued on walking. The Hideout he had described was very, very far away in an old tree. I could see carvings in some of the little notches; the boy calming to be Peter Pan pushed one making it open suddenly.

I looked at the spot stunned, "Well don't just stand there, let's go" he said rather excitedly.

"Um... okay" I followed as he jumped into the hole. "Huh- Peter" I gasped before following in after him.

before I knew it I was it a twisty tree root-like slide.

Welcome to my home he announced once I got to the bottom. I instantly noticed a girl sitting on a bed covered by a brown bear-like pelt. She stood when she saw Peter, running towards him- she hugged him.

"Peter, oh Peter thank goodness your alright"

"Oh course Wendy- why wouldn't I be?"

"I- I just that, well when you told me about bringing another "lost girl" here. I was afraid of how Tinkerbell would react considering what happened with me"

"Well, you were right to think that way as she did trick the Lost Boys into shooting the poor girl out of the sky; but this time however I didn't get to her in time-- she plummeted towards the ground but landed on some nice soft grass. When I came to her, she looked at me: white as a ghost looking like...

"A deer caught in oncoming headlights?" Wendy suggested.

"Yeah, well... whatever that is anyway-- she ended up running off into the forest and that's where I found her; only problem is, she doesn't seem to remember anything"

"Nothing?"

"Well, I told her her name"

"Well, at least that's something-- come on lets her into bed, she must be exhausted" both Wendy and Peter lead me over to the bear-shined bed and ordered me to sit than ever so slowly Wendy pulled back the covers and ordered me to settle in, I obeyed-- I laid still as I watched her cover me, tucking me in; letting the beds' warm air cover and soothed me as  I slowly drifted off and in the distance, I could hear the faint sound of an- an instrument, glancing to the right I could see Peter in an armchair and was playing something; an instrument of some kind was held up to his lips. The music... so soft and sweet, Pan Pipes I think they were called.