Wendy hated the school. She the letter had washed up on Neverland's shores in a bottle a week ago and now it was the night before she left. Her father had been so happy that she could finally meet people outside of him and the lost boys. The lost boys had thrown her a party in the treasure cove celebrating that Wendy would finally see the Mainland where they had come from for herself. No one had asked her how she had felt about it. They had all just assumed that she would be just as happy about it as the rest of them. She was not. Wendy hated that letter. It had taken her away from her home, her friends, and her family. Most of all she hated it because it came from the thing she hated the most in all the Realms: the Mainland.
It was the Mainland and its stupid customs that had taken away her mother and broken her father's heart. In truth she hated the Mainland because it represented all that her mother had stood for, society and it's customs and expectations. Her mother had abandoned her and her father for the Mainland when Wendy was just a year old. Her father had been left alone to raise her on Neverland while her mother had disappeared into the Mainland and into a new, proper family. Now, the Mainland had claimed her as well, taking her away from her father. If this kept up her father would be alone on Neverland again with no company but the band of Lost Boys.
The Lost Boys were constantly changing as they turned sixteen and got the chance to visit the Mainland to see if they wanted to live there. Her father would send them with enough pixie dust to make the trip back to Neverland if they so choose. If they did not want to return they were to throw the bottle of pixie dust into the nearest body of water after a year had passed on the Mainland. What belonged to Neverland always seemed to find its way back. So far more bottles of pixie dust had washed up on the shores than boys appearing on the horizon. There were only eight who had chosen to return, seven of whom had been with her father since before she had come along.Wendy reached under the neck of her tunic and pulled out the bottle of pixie dust. Enough for one round trip to the Mainland and back. Perhaps she could make the trip, stay for a day, and then fly back. Everyone on Neverland knew that time moved differently between here and all the other Realms. But, that would never work. Her father knew how to work Never time better than anyone else. He always knew how long the boys had been gone, even when it felt like it had only been a day since they left. He would surely know that she hadn't stayed for the whole year.
Wendy pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them to herself. She rested her head on them in defeat. There was no way to escape it. She would have to go to the Mainland. She started to cry a little.
"If I didn't know better I would think that I hear crying, but that can't be because the only one out here is Wendy, and all of Neverland knows that Wendy Pan never cries."
"I never cry, Teddy! It's too girly." Wendy hurriedly began to wipe at her eyes, hoping it was too dark for Teddy to see her red eyes.
"You do realize you are a girl right? That's why you have that trunk labelled 'Dresses'."
"You know as well as I do that I have never worn a dress in my life."
"You will tomorrow. You're going to have to wear a dress everyday where you're going. And you will have to start wearing you're hair loose instead of in that braid." He reached over and gave it a tug.
"Don't you lecture me on being girly, Teddy! You were the one who washed up on shore crying and holding onto your teddy bear for dear life!"
The Lost Boys left their names and former lives behind them when they came to Neverland. Instead they were named after some characteristic about them or their arrival that stood out. A the ones who were with them now were BubbleEyes (who wore glasses), Slim (who was skinny as a reed), Buck (who had big teeth that he was, thankfully, growing into), Twirly (who had shown up in a hurricane), and Conk and Noggin (two brothers who had fallen out of the sky and into a coconut tree, causing one of the coconuts to hit Wendy's father on the head.)
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