I love Peter Pan. The thought of never growing up is my whole life. I think it would be so cool to live in Neverland. I don't understand why Wendy or Jane would want to go home. Anyway, I sort of wrote this thinking about me being Danielle, even if I'm nothing like her. Enjoy! Comment! I don't own anything!
The scene opens in London with Wendy looking out the window looking at the stars. A shooting star shoots by.
"I'll never forget you Peter," Wendy said to the stars.
John hits her with a pillow. Then all three kids, Wendy, Michael, and John, had begun a pillow fight. Peter Pan floats by the window watching Wendy.
"Peter Pan came back to watch Wendy. Although she never saw him again, she knew every time he was there. Time passed and Wendy grew up and married. She had a few children of her own. She told them Peter Pan stories and the children always enjoyed them. Peter Pan came to listen every night. Wendy had a daughter, Jane, who was very grown up for her age. She was kidnapped by Captain Hook and taken to Never Land. Peter Pan brought her back and saw Wendy face to face."
"Hello, Peter," Wendy said.
"You've changed," Peter said.
"Not really," Wendy said.
"Peter was heart broken still that Wendy left him. Peter and Tinker Bell went back to Neverland… Almost thirty years later, Wendy was lying in her bed with her husband by her side. She was dying."
"I'll never forget you Peter," "Wendy said as her last breath.
Peter Pan watched and he cried. He left and he thought he'd never find love again. Peter Pan could never forget Wendy either. He didn't want to grow up and let go. All children grow up expect for one…"
19 Years Later(After Wendy's death)
The scene was in a modern London scene. It was approaching sun down. The scene focused on a lovely street. All the houses still looked old-fashioned with the original woodwork and finishing's. At the end of the street was a grand house. It was a mansion compared to the other houses. The scene zoomed in so you could focus on the front driveway and door. A teenage girl came out the door quietly locking it behind her. She was wearing a waitress uniform. It was red with white sleeves coming out of the end of the red sleeves. It had a white collar and white apron. It had three white buttons and a white bow tied in the back.
The girl had light brown hair with blonde highlights. It was a little curly and long. Her eyes were bright green with a tint of brown spots. Her eyelashes were perfectly curled and black. Her lips were the perfect shade of red, yet she wore no makeup. Her skin was flawless, no pimples or blemishes. She hopped into a run down car. It barely started but it went. She drove out of the driveway and down the beautiful street. In the car we could tell it was ripped up and trashed.
She stopped at an old-fashioned café. It was called Blue Jasmine Café. The girl parked in the back into the employee entrance. She walked into a bust kitchen where cooks and such were walking around everywhere and ovens were on everywhere you looked. The girl walked into the employee room and set her bag down. She opened a locker and put on a pin that read 'Danielle.' She came out a minute or so later with her hair pinned back except a strand that hung down to the bottom of her cheek. She wore a white hat.
"Danielle get out here and wait on tables!" a man yelled.
"Coming sir," Danielle called back.
Danielle pushed through the flapping doors to a dining room full of small tables and booths. She grabbed a notepad and pen that was on the counter.
"Hurry up, we don't have time to diddle-doddle. Get over and take that man's order, and don't forget to smile," the owner said.
"Yes sir," Danielle said.
Danielle walked over to the table where an older man was sitting. He had a white fluffy beard and small round glasses. He wore a stripped shirt with a washed out green coat.
"Welcome to the Blue Jasmine Café. My name is Danielle and I'll be your server this evening. If there is anything you need please don't hesitate to ask. Tonight's special is the chicken tacos supreme and the soup of the day is tomato soup," Danielle said cheerfully.
"Why thank you miss, but I don't know. The chicken tacos look good, but I don't know, they're a little much. What would you recommend?" the man replied.
"The chicken tacos are delicious, but it is a lot," Danielle said looking around.
"Don't tell anyone but if you order the regular taco and substitute the beef for chicken it will be the same thing, but a little less food… and money," Danielle said.
"Oh! Well then, I'll take a regular taco, but I'll substitute the beef for chicken," the man said.
"Excellent choice, what would you like to drink with that?" Danielle asked.
"A shot of whiskey and rum," the man said.
"What?" Danielle asked looking up from her pad.
"I said water," the man said.
"Oh right, water," Danielle said. "I'll be back soon with your water."
Danielle walked and put the order in. She brought back the man his water and waited on other tables. She also cleaned up tables here and there. Another girl waitress who worked on the seating arrangements was watching Danielle. She was chewing gum very loudly and even blew a bubble.
"Hey scank," she said.
Danielle sighed.
"Hey Brooke," Danielle said.
"Hows the family? Oh right they're all dead," Brooke said.
"Brooke, please don't start something. I need this job," Danielle said.
"Start something? Are you accusing me of something?" Brooke asked.
Danielle sighed.
"Of course not Brooke, its just…" Danielle began.
"Just what? Remember I'm in a higher job position," Brooke said.
"How could I forget?" Danielle asked.
Brooke looked at a cup that was placed next to her and knocked it over. It spilled all over the floor and Danielle's shoes.
"Brooke, why did you do that?" Danielle asked.
"Don't talk back to me," she said walking away. "Oh and clean that up."
Danielle got a rag and cleaned up the mess. She got up and washed her hands. As she came back into the dining room she was handed the man's food.
"Here you go sir, I hope you enjoy your meal," Danielle said.
"It looks great thanks miss," the man said.
Danielle smiled. She looked at the clock. It read seven-thirty.
"Only three hours to go," Danielle sighed.
She walked into the employee locker room sitting on a bench. She opened her guitar case and looked at her beautiful, dark-wood, acoustic guitar. She rubbed her hand on it and was almost in tears.
"Danielle! Get back out here! I didn't say you could have a break!" a man yelled.
Danielle put her guitar back and walked back to the dining room.
"You need to focus Danielle," the man said.
"Yes sir," Danielle said.
The man got up and left a tip on the table. As Danielle passed him the man thanked her.
"Thank you so much miss, the meal was wonderful and you were just so amazing," the man said.
"You're welcome," Danielle said.
She cleared the dishes and wiped down the table. She saw a gold coin left on the table. She held it in her hands looking at it intensely. She looked at the door where the old man went. She ran out the door.
"Sir, I think you left something valuable in the café," Danielle called.
However, the man was nowhere in sight. Danielle looked in all directions, but somehow he was long gone. She looked down at the coin again.
"Weird," she said.
She put the coin in her pocket and looked one last time before going back inside. The clock read ten-fifteen. There were still a lot of people in the café, but they were all finishing up their meals. Danielle was wiping down a table when her boss came to her.
"Eh hem," he said.
Danielle turned to see her boss cross-armed and having an angered expression on his face.
"Yes sir?" Danielle asked. "Do you need something?"
"Yes, I heard you could play the guitar and sing," the boss said.
"I suppose a little," Danielle said.
"The man who usually plays had to leave early and the audience still want more music. Could you play something?" the boss asked.
"Really?" Danielle asked excitedly.
"Yes," the boss said.
"Thank you!" Danielle said.
"Just don't make me regret it. Your job is on the line," her boss said.
"Of course, sir. I hope not to let you down," Danielle said.
She ran to the back room. She took off her apron and hat, but left her hair pinned up. She grabbed her guitar case and quickly made her way on the small stage. Some people watched while others didn't notice her. Danielle took her guitar out of her case and placed it on her lap. She was sitting down on a stool with a microphone in front of her.
"Hello everyone. Um my name is Danielle, and I'll be singing you a song if that's okay," Danielle said softly.
Some more people looked up but others still ate their food. Brooke was sitting in her usual spot blowing up her gum.
"Something has changed within me, something is not the same. I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. Too late for second-guessing. Too late to go back to sleep. It's time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap…" Danielle sang.
Everyone was watching her now.
"It's time to try Defying Gravity. I think I'll try Defying Gravity. Kiss me good-bye I'm defying gravity. And you can't bring me down! …I'm through accepting limits cuz someone says they're so. Some things I cannot change but till I try, I'll never know! Too long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I lost. Well, if that's love it comes at much too high a cost..! I'd sooner buy defying gravity. Kiss me good-bye I'm defying gravity. I think I'll try defying gravity and you won't bring me down! I'd sooner buy defying gravity. Kiss me good-bye I'm defying gravity. I think I'll try defying gravity and you can't bring me down..! Bring me down! Ohh ohhh ohhhh!" Danielle sang.
Everyone was clapping. Danielle took a bow and walked off the stage. She sat her guitar down and picked up a rag. The boss came up to her.
"Nice job you didn't disappoint me," the boss said.
"Thanks," Danielle said.
The boss walked off. Soon everyone had left the café and it was closing time. Brooke sat on her stool smacking her gum.
"Nice job scank," Brooke said.
"Thanks?" Danielle said confused.
"It was an insult, you were actually terrible," Brooke said.
"Fine why don't you do a better job," Danielle said.
Brooke glared at her and knocked over a soda on the floor.
"Clean it up rag girl," Brooke said.
Danielle bent over to clean it when the boss came back over.
"Danielle, what are you still doing here? Your shift is over. You can go home," the boss said.
"But sir, someone spilled on the floor," Danielle said.
"Then give the rag to Brooke and she'll clean it up," the boss said.
"But Sir! I DON'T do messes!" Brooke complained.
"Attitude like that and maybe you will. Now get going!" the boss said walking away.
"You heard the boss, get going," Danielle said throwing her rag on Brooke.
Danielle grabbed her guitar case and her bag with her stuff. She went out back and throw her stuff in the back seat of the car. Danielle tried to start the car but it wouldn't.
"Come on stupid car! Don't do this to me," Danielle said.
It didn't start. She angrily opened her door and slammed it closed. She grabbed her stuff. And kicked the tire. She walked to the front and saw that no cars were nearby.
"I guess I better walk and call a mechanic in the morning," Danielle said.
She stepped off the sidewalk and into the street with her bag on her left shoulder and her guitar case in her right hand. She crossed and walked on. The scene changed to the middle of an empty street with little stores on the left and a park on the right. There was soft crying. Danielle saw a girl sitting on a bench. She tapped her on the shoulder.
"Ah! Oh you scared me," the little girl said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. What are you doing out here by yourself?" Danielle asked.
"I ran away, but then I got lost," the little girl said.
"Why did you run away?" Danielle asked but the girl didn't answer.
She just looked down at her hands. Danielle walked to the other side of the bench and sat down next to her.
"My name is Danielle, I work at the Blue Jasmine Café," Danielle said.
"I know who you are, I've seen you there before. I thought you were so pretty," the little girl said.
"Thank you, I think I do remember you. You're the pretty little girl who always wears pigtails and orders the Mac-n-cheese," Danielle said.
The girl smiled.
"That's me! I always wear pigtails and order Mac-n-cheese!" the little girl said.
"I never caught your name though," Danielle said.
"I'm Olivia," the little girl said.
"Olivia, what a beautiful name for a beautiful little girl," Danielle said.
Olivia blushed.
"You know you're brave to be out here on your own," Danielle said.
"And I'm only six," Olivia said.
"That's even more impressive. You know, you remind me of Peter Pan," Danielle said.
"Peter Pan?" Olivia asked.
"Have you never heard of Peter Pan?" Danielle asked shocked.
Olivia shook her head.
"Well, I'll tell you about Peter Pan. Long ago, Peter was regular boy who lived here; he was just like everyone else. Only Peter didn't want to grow up. He ran away from home and never looked back. He found a fairy named Tinker Bell and she taught him to fly. Together they went to Never Land," Danielle said.
"Never Land? Where's that?" Olivia asked.
"Look up to the sky and see the two pair stars, it's the second star to the right. The only way to get there is to fly. There you never grow up and all you do is play all day and all night. Peter found younger boys who got lost and named them the Lost Boys of Never Land. Together they fight the evil Captain Hook and his pirate crew," Danielle said.
"Pirates! Are there any other creatures in Never Land?" Olivia asked.
"Why yes, fairies, Indians, and mermaids," Danielle said.
"Mermaids! What are they like?" Olivia asked.
"I heard they aren't very nice, but they're very beautiful. I think they could look just like you," Danielle said.
"Wow Never Land sounds like a wonderful place. No wonder Peter never left," Olivia said looking down. After a pause she spoke again. "Why did Peter run away from his parents? Didn't they love him?"
"I don't know why Peter ran away. Besides the fact he didn't want to grow up," Danielle said.
"Do you think my parents love me?" Olivia asked.
"Of course they do," Danielle said.
"How do you know?" Olivia asked.
"Because you're a sweet and beautiful little girl. Anyone would be crazy not to like you," Danielle said.
"Do you think I could go home?" Olivia asked.
"Of course," Danielle said. "They'll welcome you back with open arms."
"But I don't know how to get there. Can you take me?" Olivia said.
"Do you know your street name?" Danielle asked.
"Cherry something Street," Olivia said.
"Cherry Blossom Street?" Danielle asked.
"Yes!" Olivia said.
"That's a long way from here…and where I'm going. Okay lets go," Danielle said standing up.
She held out her hand. Olivia grabbed her hand and skipped along side Danielle. They continued down the street. The scene viewed them from behind. Olivia was skipping with her pigtails flopping back and forth. Danielle held her bag on her right shoulder and held her guitar in her right hand. In the next scene, Danielle and Olivia were walking up a driveway when the door opened. A man and woman walked out and down the steps. Olivia let go of Danielle's hand and ran to her parents. They group hugged.
"Thank you so much for bringing her back," the man said.
"No problem, she's a sweet girl," Danielle said.
"I know, we love her," the woman said.
"Is there anything we can do in return?" the man asked.
"No, just keep on loving her," Danielle said.
"Do you need a ride home?" the man asked.
"I'm fine, I don't live far," Danielle lied.
"Okay thanks again," the man said.
"Let's go inside now dear," the woman said.
Olivia started walking up the steps when she turned around and ran up to Danielle hugging her.
"Thank you for bringing me home," Olivia said.
"You're welcome," Danielle said hugging her back.
"Promise to come back and tell me more stories about Peter Pan," Olivia said.
Danielle bent down on her knees and held the girl's hands.
"I promise to come back soon. Promise me that you always believe," Danielle said.
"I promise," Olivia said.
Danielle smiled and stood up. Olivia walked to the door. Danielle waved good-bye till the door shut. Danielle saw a shadow from someone behind her. She turned around, but no one was there. She walked down the driveway back to the street. In the next scene, Danielle walked up her driveway and to the door. She looked at her phone. It was a little past midnight. She tried to open the door, but it was locked. Danielle took out her keys, but they didn't fit the extra lock.
"A new lock?" Danielle asked.
She looked up to the window and there was a light on. Then she saw a note on the door. It read, "Dear Danielle, We can not have you live here anymore. You are too much of a trouble and want you to move out. We left your window open. You have ten minutes to pack and leave. The Macwade Family." Danielle was so upset she threw her phone at the door. She went around the house and into a window.
It was a small room with only a bed, a nightstand, a small dresser, and closet. In the closet was a suitcase. She packed all her clothes, beauty supplies, a blanket, and her pillow. She sat on her empty bed and grabbed a picture that was on it. It was of a woman with a small girl. On the bottom corner was writing. It said, "To my beautiful daughter, Love Mom." Danielle put it in her suitcase and zipped it up. The only thing left on the table was necklace. It had two circles on it. One had the initial M and the other had a D. Between the two circles was a heart with forever written on it. Danielle put it on.
Danielle walked down the driveway rolling her suitcase, carrying her bag, and her guitar. She looked back at the house. The light was still on. Danielle shook her head and continued down the street. The light turned off. The scene changed to day. Danielle was still in her uniform, but her hair was down, and it was curly. She was sitting in a booth playing with the napkin holder. Her suitcases were sprawled on the other seat. Then the man she served yesterday came up to her.
"What are you doing miss?" he asked.
Danielle wiped off her tears, but she still had puffy, red eyes.
"Nothing, I'm fine. What are you doing here?" Danielle asked.
"A man's got to eat breakfast," the man said.
"Of course, sorry. Would you like me to take your order?" Danielle asked.
"You don't look like you're working right now," the man said.
"Oh its no problem," Danielle said.
"It's a problem for me. I didn't come here to have you serve me," the man said.
"Then what did you come here for?" Danielle asked.
"To talk to you. My name is Mr. Smee," the man said.
"And?" Danielle asked.
"I'm not from here…anyways whats with the suitcases?" Mr. Smee asked.
"I was kicked out," Danielle said.
"Your parents kicked you out?" Mr. Smee asked.
"Oh god no. My parents are…gone. My foster parents," Danielle said.
"Ah," Mr. Smee said confused. "Come with me and bring your stuff."
"Why? Where are we going?" Danielle asked.
"Out back I want to show you something," Mr. Smee said.
He walked through the kitchen and out back. Danielle grabbed all her belongings and followed him. They went out back. The parking lot was semi-full. Danielle looked at her car.
"What is it?" Mr. Smee asked.
"My car, it needs some repairs. Doesn't matter I'll have to sell it anyway. I need the money, but I don't know how to get anywhere now," Danielle said.
"Where are you thinking of going?" Mr. Smee asked.
"I don't know; I can't stay here though. I'm sixteen and I'm on my own. Some times I just wish I didn't have to grow up yet. I can't remember the last time I was a kid," Danielle said.
Mr. Smee pulled out a funny looking bottle.
"Take a sip of this," Mr. Smee said.
Danielle turned around and looked at the bottle.
"Sir, I don't know if you remember, but two seconds ago I said I was sixteen. I can't drink," Danielle said.
"This is London, you can drink as long as someone over eighteen buys it," Mr. Smee said. "And I'm clearly over eighteen."
"Sorry, but I don't drink anyway," Danielle said.
"This isn't alcohol," Mr. Smee said.
"Then what is it?" Danielle asked.
"It's a herbal drink I made myself," Mr. Smee said holding it out in front of him.
"One sip, but no more. And if this is alcohol you will regret it," Danielle said.
Danielle took the bottle and took a sip out of it. Danielle was pleased.
"That's good," Danielle said handing him the bottle.
Mr. Smee put it back in his coat. Danielle put her hand on her head.
"Are you okay?" Mr. Smee asked.
"My head…it hurts," Danielle said.
"It means the drink is working," Mr. Smee said.
"Working? Wh-what do you mean?" Danielle asked falling on her knees.
"You must feel sleepy. Why don't you just close your eyes for a minute?" Mr. Smee suggested.
Danielle fell on the ground forward. Her eyes were heavy. Danielle's vision became blurry. She saw shapes of many men. Then she thought you saw a pirate ship. A man, with black boats and red pants, walked toward her. He stopped in front of her. Then Danielle closed her eyes and she saw nothing but blackness.
"Load her on the ship!" a voice said.
Then a long nothing and jumped the scene