(First of all, I would like to say that this is my very first fiction. Above all, I am a young french teenager, so maybe my english is not perfect, but I want you to tell me what does not work, or what is wrong (grammar...). Hope you'll enjoy this !)
This story is beginning-once again- in a calm Bloomsbury Street. In a house where a certain family, with certain children lives. The Second World War is over, and Wendy Darling is a Grandmother full of joy and quietful to live with her Edward, who came back alive from the front, 20 years from now.
You must have guessed it, the year is 1964, a time of hope, a time of economic madness.
Jane Darling has grown up, of course, but she kept in memory those pictures of her incredible aventure in Neverland. A perfect pretty woman, living with Shane, a young, bossy and ambitious businessman starting from the bottom, who see these years like the best opportunity he ever had.
And Jane has a child. A girl, Moira -her mother's second name- raised with the stories of the Boy Who Don't Want To Grow Up, Peter Pan. The child has always dreamed to live fantastic adventures to Neverland, her eyes were sparkling while she were listening to her mother, hearing the epic fights between the boy, and Captain Hook, his nemesis.
But the girl did not know about her family's "legacy". And on this very peaceful night in London, she did not know also that she were going to live her dream : the shadow of a skinny young boy were hiding, around Bloomsbury Street...