"Wendy, dear, hurry up. You don't want to be late for the party"
"Coming mother"
Wendy Darling was sitting in her room putting the finishing touches on her outfit. She was a fair girl of 16. She had beautiful brown hair and rose pink lips. She was the catch of London. She had just put on an amethysts necklace when her brothers, John and Michel, came rushing in.
John looked like his father. He was 8 and he had black hair and glasses. Michel looked more like his mother and Wendy. He had brown hair that was almost red. He had many freckles, especially for a five year old.
"I had it first!" Michal yelled chasing John around Wendy's room.
"Well come and get it you ninny!" John said laughing.
Wendy was desperately trying to stay out of their way.
"Boys calm down" their mother said as she came in. Mrs. Darling was one of the sweetest people put there. She loved her family very much and didn't mind the fact that they had a dog for a nurse. She knew it was creating gossip but she didn't mind it at all. Mr. Darling was a very civilized man which was not a surprise because he worked in a bank. He played by the rules and never had one toe out of line. He was a nice man as well, but he was bothered by gossip unlike Mrs. Darling.
"Now boys, I want you in your best suits. Let me get Wendy ready."
"But he took my bear!" said Michael, frowning.
"We were pirates! It is what pirates do!" said John
"Well, boys, I want you to get ready. Besides, some pirates can be nice"
"Not in Captain Hooke's crew" both the boys yelled out.
Mrs. Darling looked at Wendy. Wendy was known for telling her brothers many stories. It was ok when she was younger but the Darling parents wanted her to grow out of it. She had to be a lady and ladies of 1800s don't tell stories.
"Now, get to your bedrooms and get dressed. You will go to a special room for children"
"Mother" John said looking at her with the most sincerity "I'm am hardly a child anymore"
"Yes, well, if you both behave maybe next year I won't make you go to that"
When the boys had left Mrs. Darling looked at her daughter. Her hair was curled and partly up in a bun. The rest was sitting gracefully on her bare shoulders. The amethysts stood out on her white neck. Her dress was sky blue. It could have been considered strapless. The sleeves were hanging low on her shoulders. It was a low cut dress but it wasn't too reveling. She had a few blue beads in her hair. She looked like an angel. But she didn't look happy. Her blue eyes looked unhappy.
"What is the matter dear?"
"I don't want to go."
"Why ever not?"
"It is not entertaining. I hate how I have to pretend for all the men."
"Pretend dear? Why are you pretending?"
"More than half the men in there expect nothing of me more then to be pretty! All they want is someone who is pretty!" she said turning angrily toward her mother.
"You are a very smart young women. One day you will find someone who will love you for you. But for now you have to find your prince charming. SO you will go to the ball."
Wendy just walked out of the room.
The ballroom was magnificence. It had paintings on the walls. It had beautiful white tile floors. It was amazing. It also had many people already there. Many ladies trying vie for a man attention. Mr. and Mrs. Darling went right off to talk to some of Mr. Darling's bank friends so Wendy was on her own. She began roaming the room looking at the paintings. One was a lion. Another was a forest. But the one that she was shocked at was on about a starry night. It didn't look realistic, but in a way it did. It looked like a picture out of someone's imagination.
"Excuse me" said a man tapping her on the shoulder.
"Oh' she said surprised. She looked around to see who it was. There was a boy her age staring at her. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was taller than her.
"Yes you may" said Wendy after scrutinizing him.
Her took her hand and led her straight to the middle of the dance floor. When they had got there he grabbed her around the waist and started waltzing.
"So, how was your day?" asked Wendy, trying to make small talk.
"I went with my father to his business which I am to get when he dies."
"Oh. I just read a book. I suppose that must be much more boring" she said smiling.
"You can read?" the boy said shocked.
"Yes. I am quite capable of reading." She said annoyed.
"Why would you want to? When you get married you will have to put that nasty habit aside."
"I beg your pardon? Why is reading a nasty habit?"
"It gives women …..ideas" he said with disgust.
"Why is that bad?" she said getting angrier.
"Well when you get married you will take care of the children and the house"
Before Wendy had the chance to smack him or get away (whichever she would have decided. He deserved both if you ask me) someone yelled over the music "FIRE!"
Wendy turned around and saw that a curtain was on fire (probably because of a fire in the kitchen. She was about to run when she saw John and Michel.
"John! Michel! Run!" she screamed.
Wendy was pushed around till she was finally pushed down. On the way down she hit her head on a table. She was unconscious before she hit the floor.