Chapter 1: Let's just call it an Introduction
Peter sat on the wooden windowsill, which had once been Wendy's. He just couldn't seem to stop coming back. He lingered in the shadow, wearily noting his surroundings. He ran his fingers through his curly hair and sighed as he leaned back against the windows frame. He looked at the building across the street and watched the lights play their unnoticed game. One light would turn off and another on. The cycle was endless. His gaze drifted back to the window that was not longer Wendy's.
A new family lived in her house now. They weren't like Wendy's family. They weren't happy and they kept the windows closed. There was no mother here either, only a father, who was always yelling. The girl, who lived here now, was currently lying motionless on the bed, more than likely crying. Her father had ht her. Peter hated grown up for reasons like this.
They were mean and bitter. They never had fun. That is why Peter wanted to stay young forever.
He felt bad for the small brown headed girl. She seemed nice when she would lay on her bed reading something or listening to music and she was pretty, with her soft brown curls and mystic green eyes. He wished that he could help her.
He sat on the windowsill for about an hour before he finally decided to leave. He stood up and stretched his stiff limbs but right before he was about to fly away to that oh so infamous second star to the right he heard the window creak open behide him. He stopped in his tracks, turned, and knelt down so he could look inside.
Anna hated her father. God he was such an asshole. What had she done to deserve this? She wished that she could go somewhere else. Somewhere were no one yelled at her and hit her. And where she wouldn't have to cry so damn much. She hated crying more than she hated her father.
She wiped her face and turned over onto her side away from the window. Away from the freedom the world outside it promise and never brought. She would just go to sleep and maybe, if she was lucky, she would never wake up.
She heard a loud clank from behide her and she quickly turned around to see what it was. Her window was wide open and a bellowing breeze blew her white lace curtains in every direction. Was there a shadow there? On the other side? She couldn't tell. So she wrote it off as a trick of the moons pale lighting and got up to close the window. She put her hand on the curtains in an attempt to keep them from harshly hitting against her bruised face. She pulled them back and gasped
Her heart quickened. She watched silently, unable to even scream as the blonde headed boy bounced off the roof and into the air. She had to be dreaming. On the other hand, maybe she was going crazy. She had always known she would one day. Just like your mother, that's what her father had said. Crazy just like that sorry bitch. Never good for a damn thing.
So everyone, I hope you liked it. I have always loved Peter Pan. Oh, and just so you know it's rated M for content that will be in later chapters. I also learnt a very funny fact today. My boyfriend and one of my best friends have never seen Peter Pan. I am now on a mission to make them watch it. Needless to say, my boyfriend wasn't thrilled. Lol. Anyways, please review and I hope you come back for more.
