Wendy:
Another Peter Pan adventure
Epilogue
I'm sure you all know the story about Peter Pan, Wendy Darling and her brothers ,
Tinkerbell, The lost boys and Captain Hook. But in my story that didn't happen exactly like
that. You see Wendy and Peter soon grew close to each other and while Peter tried to deny it
they had feelings for each other. Peter knew strong feelings were meant for grownups and he
never wants to grow up. Wendy was hurt that he wouldn't leave Neverland for her, so in the end
they went separate ways. When Wendy went to Neverland she was twelve and was being
pressured about growing up. At her return she realized everyone had to grow up-everyone but
Peter. Her brothers John and Micheal were ten and five when they went and weren't ready to
grow up and often tried talking to her about Neverland. Eventually, they talked to each other
because Wendy claimed it was dream of theirs. Don't get me wrong she remembered, but told
her brothers they were being childish because she was growing up. Peter was all alone because
his Lost Boys went home because Wendy reminded them of their parents. Soon he had new
boys that their nurse had forgotten about for some reason. Peter still thinks about Wendy and
because of his strong feelings he is growing up against his protest. Wendy is now seventeen; a
young lady of a respected family.
Wendy
"Miss Darling." the voice of the headmaster was clear and nonchalant. I rose from my
seat and walked lightly and lady-like to where my former principle of Saint Mary's School for
lady's, stood. "Thank you, Mister Grantley." I graciously said , and picked up my diploma from
his hand. I turned to walk off the stage and descend down the stairs. Picking up my skirt with
my right hand, I held the stair's hand ramp with my left. My father and mother clapped politely
in their best clothes. John now at fifteen, followed their actions in a neatly tailored suit and
shiny shoes. Micheal at ten now left his old teddy bear at home, but his shirt tail was loose and
wrinkly even after mother had the maid iron it five times and told him to tuck it in. His tie was
askew and his shoes had a coat of dirt on it and his hair seemed to have had twenty uncles
ruffling it. I was dressed like a lady, in a white dress with many petticoats and heels five
inches. The neckline was as low as the current fashion demanded which had my father almost
in coma. Mother even had it, so he allowed it. The waist line held my slim figure and the skirt
swept the floor. My head was held high, my posture was perfect and everyone smiled upon me.
As the head girl of my class I was recognized as the most eligible young lady. It meant my
father had a high paying job, I was able to take charge of a household, and knew how to act in
public.
Everyone who knew me when I was twelve thought I was going to be a disgrace. Then I
was childish, dirty and had horrible manners. They were shocked when one week I was a
disgrace ,then a missing child and the next week I was a young lady. I soon had flawless
stitching ability, perfect grades, and a mature behavior. Father was so proud that he could show
me off to his banker friends. At fifteen he started taking me out to parties, his boss was very
impressed and gave him a promotion. Now he is in charge of the entire bank, he often buys me
jewelry and clothes. I have many friends but we know to behave, even with only each other.
Girls, always give us envious looks because of our clothes, looks and so many other ridiculous
reasons. Young gentleman's eyes often wander upon us sometimes and we ignore them.
Peter
Wendy. Wendy. Wendy. Wendy. Why can't I stop thinking about her? It seems I haven't
seen her in a millennium. How do I know about a millennium? Ever since Wendy, I started to
age. I appear to be be a young man. Well, if a young man wears green leafs and flies with pixie
dust. I yearn to see her and to hear her stories. So I sit up in a low cloud in the sky hoping that
she might come back, with wishful thinking. Tinkerbell warns me that if I go see her, she won't
be the Wendy I left in London years ago. Now she would be almost a grown up. "Peter!" Why
can't I stop hearing her call my name? "Peter!" the voice was louder this time but wasn't
Wendy's. I jumped up, recognizing the voices. Cocking my hip and crossing my arms I yelled
down, "Lost Boys!" I at least had new boys. My old ones went home because Wendy told them
that growing up wouldn't be that bad. They wouldn't have gone if I had told them not to. I let
them go because they really wanted to go home to their parents. They were my companions but
they left just like Wendy did with her brothers. I stepped off my cloud and floated down and
landed in the center of the circle the boys formed. Their smiles were all similar. "Guess what?
We found a lost boy." A small boy was gently nudged forward. I smiled, "Welcome to the Lost
Boys." the kid nodded. Six kids now- six nannies looking for children that they will never find.
"we can show you the mermaids- but careful they might want to lure you to them, so don't get
to close." One plump kid said excitedly. "Or you can visit the Indians,they are nicer than the
mermaids- usually."
"If the pirates are back, you can help us fight them- they haven't come in a while because Peter
scared them away with the other boys." Another boy spoke. He turned to me, "Peter what
happened to the other Lost Boys?" I suddenly felt angry and a twinge of sadness. "They decided to grow up. She had an influence over them- she was like their mother. Wendy made
them drink their medicine every day. They had bed times and called her "mother" and me
"father."" My voice sounded flat and tired. The boys looked amongst themselves. "Wendy?
Isn't that a girl's name?"a boy asked to no one particularity. Their dirty faces were turned up to
me. "She was a story teller. Wendy was exactly what they needed. I gave them live adventures
but she gave them adventures in stories. Wendy." I breathed.
"is that how you grew up?" the new kid asked. "My friend Michael told me stories about
neverland. He has a brother named John and a sister with the name-Wendy." his voice broke on
her name and blushed a bright red. He liked her-she must be beautiful.
"How old is Wendy now?" I demanded.
"Miss Wendy Darling is seventeen. She's suppose to graduate her school year soon."
The child said. Still not married... and without a husband or a baby. I smiled.
Wendy
"Congratulations Miss Darling." A voice behind me said. I gasped and turned around. "Did I
frighten you?" asked a truly worried man. "Thank you, Mr. Winford." Charles Winford wooed
all ladies without him knowing. He was twenty, handsome and wealthy. A great combination
with his caring personality. He was the son of the man who owned the bank her dad worked at.
His father had ill health and he was ready to take over at any second. His dark hair was gelled
back and his green eyes twinkled. He was slightly muscular and tall. The suit on him obviously
was worked on with provision of several tailors.
I tried to remember where I was before I was lost in wonder. I was at the dance for my
graduation. All the graduating ladies had a table with their family gathered around for the
dinner and dance. My parent were inconspicuously watching us. Charles seemed to try to
remember why he came here as he was staring at me. Suddenly he remembered. "Miss Darling
may I have this dance?" I looked at my parents and they looked at my aunt. "Wendy, I do
believe this is your song." She said in her tone that I knew meant that it was important for me
to do it. Charles held out his right hand and I held it with a gossamer touch and raised out of
my seat. He led my to the floor where everyone was waiting for the music to cue them. All
heads turned as we walked. People shifted out of the way and gave us a path to the center of the
ballroom. I looked over his shoulder to see Micheal smirking at us with a couple of other
bored-looking kids. Poor child, it must be hard on him because his best friend went missing last
night. His sister was a good friend of mine and she missed graduation. My eyes turned up to
Charles. Even in heels this high, my head barely reached his chin. His emerald like eyes
mesmerized me ,and he seemed to be in a trance as he stared at me.
"Wendy, you look beautiful." his tone was caressing my heart.
"thank you." I muttered as our sights were still locked.
The music finally started and Charles led me as if he was born waltzing. During the
dance we never paid attention to anyone's stares. We were in a bubble. No one dared approach
it. Three songs later, Aunt Marie sent John to us. As he drew near he sighed, "Wendy may I
have this dance?" As Charles let go of me he gave me a smile. He bowed as he held my right
hand and gave it a kiss. Obviously, girls were watching and as his lips touched my skin the air
in their mouths blew out in awe. As he walked out of the ballroom he waved and then was
gone. John escorted me off the floor because he was never talented at dancing. Mother and
Father were ready to go and a handsome man was saying goodbye to Aunt Marie's .
"Have you guys seen Michael?" Mother asked semi-worriedly.
"I saw him with his friends a while a go." John said in his practiced grown-up voice.
"I don't think we need to worry about him. He has a key and knows his way back home. He'll
come back soon." Father said practically.
"if he's with his friends he'll give us a ring." Aunt Marie said with finality.
"Poor boy, he just lost his best mate." I muttered as we were in the carriage.
"he'll get over it." John said as he sat down next to me.
Peter
"Peter!" Wendy was standing in front of me. A pained look flashed on her face. She
thought for a second. She was in a white bed gown with roses embroidered onto it and being
absent minded, she fingered it. . "Michael is gone. If he shows up there, try to convince him to
come home. We miss him so much". Her face was silently pleading with me. She left me years
ago because she had a family and because I wouldn't admit that I had feelings for her. I was
pig-headed. So I lost her. She probably didn't hurt as much as she hurt me.
Her figure was fading and my eyes grew wide because I didn't want her to leave me
even though this was just a dream .
"Wendy. Don't leave me." All my childishness was present at the moment. I dropped to my
knees and grabbed her at the waist. Honestly, I didn't care what I did as long as it kept it kept
her with me. Her hands pulled me up. She looked up into my eyes. Hands soon held my face.
"Peter. You grew up." she smiled faintly. Her face soon was furious. Wendy's voice was now
matching her face"Was it that bad? The other boys don't think so. John followed my path three
years ago,but Michael clings to Neverland like a leech. Now he's the bad egg in the coop until
he tells everyone that it was just a silly dream." she shook her golden curls roughly like they
were annoying her. Suddenly it was just like when we were twelve. "Peter! Do you know what
I would have given up for you?" She started crying and then she disappeared .
Wendy
I quietly knocked on John's door. "Come in." John said. I had been up for an hour to
be ready for the day. As I entered the room I smiled- John was still in his pajamas and was
sitting on his windowsill.
He turned to me, adjusting his gold framed round glasses. Assessing my expression, he
motioned for me to get closer. In a low voice he asked, "Did you dream about...him...? Were
you ...there? In a dream." He gave me an exasperated sigh, "Wendy, you can pretend it was a
dream in public. With me you can talk. It's real no matter how hard I try to believe it isn't."
"Yes. He grew up." My voice was shaky and a tear rolled down my cheek. John stood up and
pulled me into his chest. "Wendy, it's okay. I know he hurt you. You loved him, didn't you?"
I pulled back and wiped my tears away with a rose-embroidered handkerchief.
Slowly I said, "John. When I realized that I couldn't have him, I decided the best path for me
was to grow up. I felt love and knew I was growing up. So I didn't hold back growing up once
we arrived home." he nodded to show that he understood.
" Shall we get some tea?" he asked as he held out his arm.
"Why Johnathan that would be just lovely." I replied because I knew he was trying to make me
feel better. Knowing this I couldn't help but let a smile creep out onto my lips. I placed my arm
onto his and his smile could have put an entire city on fire. As we descended the stairs together,
Aunt Marie smiled over her cup of tea and said, "I see your teaching him the proper way to
escort a lady in public, Wendy. You are an excellent teacher." I gave a lady like smile and
replied, "Why thank you Aunt Marie, but to be honest I think your teaching skills are far
superior than mine."
Peter
I am very pathetic. All I do is mope around. The Lost Boys don't seem to notice
and are always away doing some sort of adventure. Tinkerbell thinks I should do something but
I have not will to stop thinking about Wendy in my dream last night. She was beautiful. I made
her cry and every tear that fell down her cheek made me want to stab myself. If I try to fly
down from this cloud I will surely break my neck. "Peter!" A voice cried out loud in delight. It
had the same English accent as Wendy but had a different tone to it. Her's was light and breezy
but this one was like a kid playing a fantastic game and they had just won. I tried to see who
was calling me. Tinkerbell was sitting in the house that the Lost Boys had built for Wendy. She
looked up in interest at the kid yelling my name. Her wings flitted over to the child and
sprinkled dust on their head. The kid flew up to my cloud and his smile was as bright as the
sun. "Peter!"his grin took the brightness up a notch. "Golly, you seem to have gotten older. Oh
well, as long as you are the same old Peter Pan." He looked at me as if I was suppose to
remember who he was. His eyes were soon grave. "You don't remember who I am do you?
Peter, I'm Michael Darling. I guess you might recognize me if I had my teddy bear." He gave a
fake smile.
"Michael, we need to talk."
Wendy
"Wendy. John. We need to talk." father said. We were seated at the dining room
table. Aunt Marie was sitting across from us with Mother at her side. Father held a
tobacco pipe in his right hand and was seated at the head of the table.
Mother talked next, "Children, your father and I need to go to on a business trip."
"For how long?" I inquired, not sure what was going to happen next.
"A month. Though unfortunately I am needed at an old friend of mine. Her husband just
died and needs some help." Aunt Marie said.
"We need to know if Wendy can manage the house for a bit. It's up to her." father looked
at me.
"If it is upon my ability to run a household then I believe you have some packing to do." I
answered with my mature manner.
"then it is decided. Wendy, we knew we could count on you so we're going in half an hour.
Also if you could be a dear, tell the detective all he needs to know to find your brother."
"Detective?" I asked.
"Yes. We hired Detective Wilson to investigate the disappearance of Michael." Mother
said with a twinge of sadness. "If they find him please mail us the news. But if he comes
home after this on his own and he did this intentionally please ground him."
they all got out of their chairs and were gone in a matter of seconds.
"Well, in my opinion that was really uncalled for." John spoke from next to me.
"utterly." my voice was breathless and shocked. It must be a very important business
meeting.
A pasty thin maid who I always hear gossiping, ran up to me with her dark curls
flying. "Miss, mister Winford is in the drawing room."
"thank you Eliza. I'll be right there." As she retreated, I sighed and got up. John smiled
mischievously, "A problem, sister?"
"Just that, Eliza will probably tell her friends that I'm pregnant with Charles's baby , or
some other wild gossip.
"No one with half a brain would believe a word Eliza says." He reassured me.
"Thank you, but honestly it irks me that father hired her."
"Wendy. How else are we suppose to get are daily hog-wash news, without her? She's like
a gossip machine." John joked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Johnathan. You amuse me." I grinned and strode out of the room to meet with my
visitor. There standing with his back facing me was an enchanting Charles.
"Lovely morning isn't it, Charles?" I asked in a tone that was cool and pleasant. Every day I sound even more like Aunt Marie, lets just hope I don't die alone.
