(I don't own Peter Pan or anything else mentioned that you
know in the book. The rest is owned by the one and only, me!
The character Peter Pan is still pictured as the Peter Pan in P. J. Hogan's new movie. He looks exactly like Jeremy Sumpter except a bit older. Yippy!)
COME CLEAN
Wendy Moira Angela Darling looked out the frosty window with a sad face. The nursery of her childhood was now changed into her new daughter's room. The twenty-year-old woman's green eyes had lost their shine, and was no longer the small, tiny child she used to be. Her body size had changed in all ways possible for a woman. Her light brown hair turned darker, as it glistened with the lighting.
"Promise not to come back, Peter Pan." She murmured to herself, in a much more grown-up voice. She opened the window as the blue curtains flapped around. Wendy sighed again as she turned to the fireplace and began to sew.
Moments later, footsteps appeared at the window. Wendy looked at the feet in confusion as she saw her worst nightmare enter the room.
"Wendy?" a boy's anxious voice asked, walking around the room. Wendy gasped, whirling herself around. "Wendy, where are you? I have come for you."
A tear trickled down Wendy's face as she stood in the shadows. "Hello Peter."
The tall boy with golden, flipped out everywhere hair turned around. His sparkling aqua eyes lit up as he smiled in his familiar cocky way.
"Oh there you are!" He laughed his hands on his hips. Wendy stood up, walking over to him slowly. It was still dark, so he couldn't see everything.
"Peter, I cannot go back to Neverland with you." Wendy said regretfully. Peter staggered backwards, afraid. "I am a married woman now."
"No, you're not." Peter's voice was hoarse as he shook his head in disbelief.
Wendy shook her head in sorrow as she walked over to the kerosene light switch. Peter staggered backwards.
"I will turn on the light now, and show myself as a grown-up." Wendy said in a sad, sorrowful tone.
"No! Don't turn on the light!" Peter whispered loudly with a scared expression on his face. Wendy turned the light on, revealing her age. The eerie glow of the room was overwhelming as the mother stood there, her hands behind her back. "Oh, Wendy." Peter cried. "You shouldn't have."
Wendy walked nearer to the boy. "I couldn't help it, Peter." She whispered. "That infant in the cradle is my daughter, Jane."
"No, she is not." Peter murmured, glaring at Wendy then whipping him around, towards the cradle. He pulled out his dagger, holding in the tears as he approached the sleeping child. When he looked into the crib, he started to cry with his right hand over his face like a lost toddler without his toy.
"Peter." Wendy sighed, walking over to where the boy had sat down and wiping his tears with her sleeve. "You know this was going to happen to me. It is called fate."
Peter jerked his head up to her biting his lip. He gave her a cold stare, keeping his tears inside of him. "No! You just grew up and had a stupid infant! I never want to see you! Ever!" Peter ran from the room, to the open window, and started to fly out.
"Peter!" Wendy cried as she had once before, running to the window and watching him leave. "Peter wait!"
"No! Never!" Peter yelled with rage as he disappeared behind a cloud.
Wendy looked as one condemned, as she regretfully closed the window and locked it, knowing that she will never be able to open it again for an old memory. She walked to the rocking chair beside the cradle and continued to read the book that Mr. Barrie, a next-door neighbor from Scotland, wrote based on her old stories.
"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laughter broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about." Wendy read. Suddenly, a bright and warm laughter from the crib made Wendy jump out of her chair and pick up her daughter. Jane was laughing gleefully, her green eyes shining bright. "That was the beginning of fairies." Wendy whispered; smiling about the fairies that Jane supposedly made. This was not the end for Peter Pan in Wendy's home, but of the beginning with a girl in the same household, thirteen marvelous years later....
The character Peter Pan is still pictured as the Peter Pan in P. J. Hogan's new movie. He looks exactly like Jeremy Sumpter except a bit older. Yippy!)
COME CLEAN
Wendy Moira Angela Darling looked out the frosty window with a sad face. The nursery of her childhood was now changed into her new daughter's room. The twenty-year-old woman's green eyes had lost their shine, and was no longer the small, tiny child she used to be. Her body size had changed in all ways possible for a woman. Her light brown hair turned darker, as it glistened with the lighting.
"Promise not to come back, Peter Pan." She murmured to herself, in a much more grown-up voice. She opened the window as the blue curtains flapped around. Wendy sighed again as she turned to the fireplace and began to sew.
Moments later, footsteps appeared at the window. Wendy looked at the feet in confusion as she saw her worst nightmare enter the room.
"Wendy?" a boy's anxious voice asked, walking around the room. Wendy gasped, whirling herself around. "Wendy, where are you? I have come for you."
A tear trickled down Wendy's face as she stood in the shadows. "Hello Peter."
The tall boy with golden, flipped out everywhere hair turned around. His sparkling aqua eyes lit up as he smiled in his familiar cocky way.
"Oh there you are!" He laughed his hands on his hips. Wendy stood up, walking over to him slowly. It was still dark, so he couldn't see everything.
"Peter, I cannot go back to Neverland with you." Wendy said regretfully. Peter staggered backwards, afraid. "I am a married woman now."
"No, you're not." Peter's voice was hoarse as he shook his head in disbelief.
Wendy shook her head in sorrow as she walked over to the kerosene light switch. Peter staggered backwards.
"I will turn on the light now, and show myself as a grown-up." Wendy said in a sad, sorrowful tone.
"No! Don't turn on the light!" Peter whispered loudly with a scared expression on his face. Wendy turned the light on, revealing her age. The eerie glow of the room was overwhelming as the mother stood there, her hands behind her back. "Oh, Wendy." Peter cried. "You shouldn't have."
Wendy walked nearer to the boy. "I couldn't help it, Peter." She whispered. "That infant in the cradle is my daughter, Jane."
"No, she is not." Peter murmured, glaring at Wendy then whipping him around, towards the cradle. He pulled out his dagger, holding in the tears as he approached the sleeping child. When he looked into the crib, he started to cry with his right hand over his face like a lost toddler without his toy.
"Peter." Wendy sighed, walking over to where the boy had sat down and wiping his tears with her sleeve. "You know this was going to happen to me. It is called fate."
Peter jerked his head up to her biting his lip. He gave her a cold stare, keeping his tears inside of him. "No! You just grew up and had a stupid infant! I never want to see you! Ever!" Peter ran from the room, to the open window, and started to fly out.
"Peter!" Wendy cried as she had once before, running to the window and watching him leave. "Peter wait!"
"No! Never!" Peter yelled with rage as he disappeared behind a cloud.
Wendy looked as one condemned, as she regretfully closed the window and locked it, knowing that she will never be able to open it again for an old memory. She walked to the rocking chair beside the cradle and continued to read the book that Mr. Barrie, a next-door neighbor from Scotland, wrote based on her old stories.
"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laughter broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about." Wendy read. Suddenly, a bright and warm laughter from the crib made Wendy jump out of her chair and pick up her daughter. Jane was laughing gleefully, her green eyes shining bright. "That was the beginning of fairies." Wendy whispered; smiling about the fairies that Jane supposedly made. This was not the end for Peter Pan in Wendy's home, but of the beginning with a girl in the same household, thirteen marvelous years later....