A/N- Hey everyone. This is my first fic on FanFiction, but it's not the
first time I'm writing. I have a whole mess of stories on ,
I've just never been inspired to write from someone else work before. Meg,
in the story, is modeled after me, and I do wish that Neverland was real
and that Peter would come to my room to take me away, but he has yet to
come.
The first chapter isn't very good, but I've put a lot of thought into the
coming chapters and they'll be a few surprises that I'm sure will make it
very interesting. Well, onto writing chapter two. Oh and one more thing...
please review!!!!!! Thanks so much.
Meg
Chapter 1
Meg sat in her room reading as she always did. It had been a long time since she had played Peter Pan in her basement with her mother's best friend's sons and her two sisters, but she never forgot the fun she had, the excitement she felt at playing Wendy. Her and Danny, the boy who had played Pan even had a little romance, if four year olds can have such a thing. She longed for something like that again, to be lost in a fantasy world. To be able to run around the house, away from her older sister who was playing Hook, screaming and laughing and then stopping abruptly and using a ruler for a sword. It was such fun.
But she was seventeen now, no longer able to run around the house screaming and laughing without getting glares and questioning glances from her parents and sisters. But something in her told her that it was real. That Peter Pan, and Tinkerbell, and the lost boys, and the mermaids, and the Indians, and Hook, they were all real. She just couldn't get to them again. She dreamed of flying, dipping her finger into the clouds and causing them to part, flying past the lost boys, teasing them while flinging dust into the air. She dreamed of her friend, Jessenia, a fairy, much like Tink. She wanted to go back, so badly. But it was all a dream... there was nowhere to go back to. At least that's what she thought.
On winter's night, she sat up in her bed, writing about vampires and werewolves, the things her mind had turned to when she pushed aside the thoughts of a place where people were forever young and beautiful, when she heard something at her window. She looked up quickly and noticed a shadow against the streetlight's gleam through her window. It looked like that of a boy. Slowly she crept out of her bed, even though her heart was screaming at her to run. She tip toed to the window and peered to the right. There, against the moons light she saw a boy's silhouette. She gasped and then a smile crept to her face. She opened the window quickly, and called out his name just as he began to fly away. He turned and looked at her, and flew closer to her.
"You know me?" The boy asked.
His forehead between his eyebrows was furrowed. His hair was a mess, just as she had remembered it. But his legs had grown longer and more muscular, and his face was less round than she remembered. But his eyes, his eyes still danced with the same mischief that she had seen so many years before. The jungle green had always been present in her dreams. His skin was a golden brown from the sun's rays of his many days of flying through the cerulean sky.
"Of course I know you, Pan. We had such fun together in Neverland. With the lost boys always causing chaos for the pirates and playing tag with the Indians. ." Meg said
"How do you know of Neverland?" He asked. He had taken up his usual stance, his hands on his hips, his chin held high while he floated lazily in the air.
"Well, I've been there. I've forgotten most of it, but I remember bits and pieces, and what I've forgotten has been filled in by the many stories I've heard of you." Meg said.
She was slightly hurt that he had forgotten the fun they had had. It had been the best time of her life. She was six when he had wandered to her window and knocked on it a few times. He had played with her some, but then told her he had to go. She begged him to take her with him, and he had complied happily. The only other girl that had come to Neverland was Wendy and she had gotten lost in time.
But she dismissed the pain in her heart and asked him to bring her back to Neverland, so that she could show him things that would certainly help him remember.
"But you're old now." Pan said with a twisted look of disgust on his face. "You're old enough to be a pirate."
Meg enraged by the accusation, grabbed the neckline to Peter's shirt and dragged him into the window and plastered him to the wall. "I will never be a pirate." She said her gray-blue eyes flickering with rage. "I'd rather be drowned by the mermaids than to be a pirate." She said letting Pan's shirt go.
She quickly de-framed a picture she had of her family and put in her mini- back pack bag. Slid it to her back and turned back to him.
"Ok, where's Tink?" She asked looking at him with a smile on his face.
Just as she asked a yellow glow came through the window. It rammed into Meg with such force that she was knocked back onto her bed. She shook her head slightly and looked at the little pixie on her chest. Tink was on a tirade about how Meg hadn't come back to visit like she promised.
"I'm sorry Tink, but you'll have to take that up with Peter, how was I supposed to get back to Neverland with no fairy dust to take me." Meg said reasonably.
Tink then turned on a very confused Pan and flew to him, all Meg could hear were little Bells as she was too far from her.
"Alright! Ok! Will you shush?" Pan said sternly to Tinkerbell.
He looked back at Meg, who was still sitting on her bed looking expectantly at him. "Tink says that you've been to Neverland before. So, how do you get there?"
"Flying. Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning." Meg answered. "Now can we go?" She asked.
Tink didn't wait for Peter's response. She just dropped golden fairy dust over Meg. Instantly Meg's feet lifted from the ground and she started for her window. "You coming?" She asked Pan, now a mischievous smile on her face. Peter shrugged, and hopped off his feet and led the way for a new adventure.
Chapter 1
Meg sat in her room reading as she always did. It had been a long time since she had played Peter Pan in her basement with her mother's best friend's sons and her two sisters, but she never forgot the fun she had, the excitement she felt at playing Wendy. Her and Danny, the boy who had played Pan even had a little romance, if four year olds can have such a thing. She longed for something like that again, to be lost in a fantasy world. To be able to run around the house, away from her older sister who was playing Hook, screaming and laughing and then stopping abruptly and using a ruler for a sword. It was such fun.
But she was seventeen now, no longer able to run around the house screaming and laughing without getting glares and questioning glances from her parents and sisters. But something in her told her that it was real. That Peter Pan, and Tinkerbell, and the lost boys, and the mermaids, and the Indians, and Hook, they were all real. She just couldn't get to them again. She dreamed of flying, dipping her finger into the clouds and causing them to part, flying past the lost boys, teasing them while flinging dust into the air. She dreamed of her friend, Jessenia, a fairy, much like Tink. She wanted to go back, so badly. But it was all a dream... there was nowhere to go back to. At least that's what she thought.
On winter's night, she sat up in her bed, writing about vampires and werewolves, the things her mind had turned to when she pushed aside the thoughts of a place where people were forever young and beautiful, when she heard something at her window. She looked up quickly and noticed a shadow against the streetlight's gleam through her window. It looked like that of a boy. Slowly she crept out of her bed, even though her heart was screaming at her to run. She tip toed to the window and peered to the right. There, against the moons light she saw a boy's silhouette. She gasped and then a smile crept to her face. She opened the window quickly, and called out his name just as he began to fly away. He turned and looked at her, and flew closer to her.
"You know me?" The boy asked.
His forehead between his eyebrows was furrowed. His hair was a mess, just as she had remembered it. But his legs had grown longer and more muscular, and his face was less round than she remembered. But his eyes, his eyes still danced with the same mischief that she had seen so many years before. The jungle green had always been present in her dreams. His skin was a golden brown from the sun's rays of his many days of flying through the cerulean sky.
"Of course I know you, Pan. We had such fun together in Neverland. With the lost boys always causing chaos for the pirates and playing tag with the Indians. ." Meg said
"How do you know of Neverland?" He asked. He had taken up his usual stance, his hands on his hips, his chin held high while he floated lazily in the air.
"Well, I've been there. I've forgotten most of it, but I remember bits and pieces, and what I've forgotten has been filled in by the many stories I've heard of you." Meg said.
She was slightly hurt that he had forgotten the fun they had had. It had been the best time of her life. She was six when he had wandered to her window and knocked on it a few times. He had played with her some, but then told her he had to go. She begged him to take her with him, and he had complied happily. The only other girl that had come to Neverland was Wendy and she had gotten lost in time.
But she dismissed the pain in her heart and asked him to bring her back to Neverland, so that she could show him things that would certainly help him remember.
"But you're old now." Pan said with a twisted look of disgust on his face. "You're old enough to be a pirate."
Meg enraged by the accusation, grabbed the neckline to Peter's shirt and dragged him into the window and plastered him to the wall. "I will never be a pirate." She said her gray-blue eyes flickering with rage. "I'd rather be drowned by the mermaids than to be a pirate." She said letting Pan's shirt go.
She quickly de-framed a picture she had of her family and put in her mini- back pack bag. Slid it to her back and turned back to him.
"Ok, where's Tink?" She asked looking at him with a smile on his face.
Just as she asked a yellow glow came through the window. It rammed into Meg with such force that she was knocked back onto her bed. She shook her head slightly and looked at the little pixie on her chest. Tink was on a tirade about how Meg hadn't come back to visit like she promised.
"I'm sorry Tink, but you'll have to take that up with Peter, how was I supposed to get back to Neverland with no fairy dust to take me." Meg said reasonably.
Tink then turned on a very confused Pan and flew to him, all Meg could hear were little Bells as she was too far from her.
"Alright! Ok! Will you shush?" Pan said sternly to Tinkerbell.
He looked back at Meg, who was still sitting on her bed looking expectantly at him. "Tink says that you've been to Neverland before. So, how do you get there?"
"Flying. Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning." Meg answered. "Now can we go?" She asked.
Tink didn't wait for Peter's response. She just dropped golden fairy dust over Meg. Instantly Meg's feet lifted from the ground and she started for her window. "You coming?" She asked Pan, now a mischievous smile on her face. Peter shrugged, and hopped off his feet and led the way for a new adventure.