Wendy Breaks Away
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This story is based off of the events after the 2003 movie with Jeremy Sumpter and Rachel Hurd-Wood. Peter Pan is such a timeless story, that every time I watch that movie I begin to cry. So please enjoy!
Chapter One: An Unexpected Plan
When you really think about it, age is just a number. You could be turning one hundred years old and still act like a five year old. You could also be a ten year old boy who can't wait to grow up and acts like a middle-aged man. Age is just a measurement and can only be recognized from the outside. At least, that's what Wendy Darling had been trying so hard to continuously tell herself.
It had been about two years since Peter Pan had first appeared before her and Wendy was nearing her fourteenth birthday.
However Wendy was still the same girl that had ventured to Neverland not so long ago. But she knew Peter would never see it that way. If Peter were to ever visit again, he would be too devastated to even listen to her.
Fourteen years old was an important milestone for young girls in that time. Yet, Wendy had not the slightest idea of what that meant for her until her parents called for her after dinner only two nights before her birthday. Wendy was of course suspicious, but in no way was she prepared for what was to come.
"Oh Wendy, dear. Sit down, my precious girl." Her mother cooed. Cautiously, Wendy took her seat. Both Mr. and Mrs. Darling stared at her, analyzing her every move. "You're becoming so grown up," Her mother continued, tears threatening in the corners of her eyes.
Instantly, Wendy's stomach was in knots. She was somewhat offended by the statement.
"Mother," Wendy began slowly, feeling each word painfully leave her mouth, "Don't be so ridiculous! I've hardly changed at all."
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong my dear," Her father began, "Lately, you've possessed the air of a woman."
"I beg your pardon, father, but when I gaze at myself in the mirror, I still seem to see a little girl. Not a woman."
"But you are no longer a little girl, Wendy. You are to be a woman come Friday." Her mother smiled.
Wendy became appalled at the idea and stood abruptly in her haste to clarify. "What ever do you mean mother?"
"Wendy please sit down, this is very important." Her father replied sternly. Wendy slowly sank back into her seat, a grim look upon her face.
Mr. Darling cleared his throat to continue, "Wendy, as your parents, we want the best for you. It is important for you to have a husband that will take care of you, especially financially."
"HUSBAND!" Wendy shouted, yet again standing.
"Wendy, dear, please sit down." Her mother said trying to soothe her daughter.
"I will not sit!"
"Wendy Darling!" Her father shouted, "It is vital for you to understand that come your sixteenth birthday you will be getting married and it is our job as your parents to make sure you have a suitable man."
"Then don't be my parents! Don't care at all! So long as marriage is not an option!" She shouted back.
"You will be meeting this boy tomorrow without so much as a peep about how much you dislike it!"
"But-" She tried but was cut off.
"That is the last I will hear of it! Go to your room!" Mr. Darling's face was a puff of red rage. Wendy did not have to be told twice and ran up the stairs with all of the force she could manage.
"George, I think you could've handled that better." Mrs. Darling looked disapprovingly at her husband. He just huffed with his eyes cast downwards. "We're only going to end up pushing her away." She finished.
Mrs. Darling had no idea how right she was until later on though. In her own room, Wendy stared at herself in the mirror intently. For sure she had grown taller and leaner, but only by a little, she told herself. A figure was slowly starting to poke its head around her. Her hair had grown longer and wavier, her lips redder. I haven't changed that much, she thought.
Tears began to swim in Wendy's eyes as she realized for the first time how much she really had changed.
Without wasting another moment, Wendy ran to her jewelry box. She thrust it open and grabbed hold of Peter's kiss for dear life. She went to the seat at the window and opened the window as far and wide as it would go. The night's stars had just appeared, twinkling bright. Laying her head down on the seat, Wendy held on tight to her kiss and gazed intently at the second star to the right.
Closing her eyes, Wendy grasped the kiss and wished with all of her might.
"Please Peter," She whispered, "Save me."
As sleep took hold of her, a single tear rolled down Wendy's cheek.
