Peter Pan is no fool. He is a brave lad who fought the evil captain Hook and fed his hand to a crocodile. Peter is Father to the Lost boys too. One day I want to travel to Neverland and have an adventure of a lifetime.
I put my journal down and I sighed as a cool breeze swept into the nursery. My family moved here when I was twelve three years ago. In the nursery I found a diary from a girl name Wendy it was dated sixty years before we came here. Her diary was filled with stories of the boy named Peter Pan. Through Wendy's stories I fell in love with the boy who will never grow up.
Peter Pan will never grow up. He is forever fifteen. Tinkerbell can be jealous, she knows her and Peter can never be together. When I went to Neverland Peter showed me the mermaids and even the fairies. To go to Neverland was quiet an adventure.
Every night when I say my prayers I pray that I see the boy names Peter. I even started writing my own journal about all the adventures I want to take if I ever do meet Peter Pan. Being an only child making up adventures all through out my childhood alone is boring. I got up and went to the grand piano we brought into the room near the window.
I started playing the piano something other then reading and writing that I loved to do. I have been playing the piano since I was four, eleven years ago. I played a song my mother taught me before she passed away two years ago. The notes played sweetly and rolled off my fingers like water in a waterfall.
When I stopped playing I got up and changed into my clothing. I pulled on short black shorts with an elastic waist and a dark forest green tunic. I let my long blonde hair fall to my waist and I ran a soft brush through my hair. I then crawled into my bed and let my eyes get heavy and I fell into a light sleep.
I felt a tingle on my lips as though someone was running their index finger on my lips and trying not to wake me up. I opened my eyes and I saw a strange boy hovering above me. He had startling beautiful hazel eyes and curly ashy blonde hair. I sat up slowly and he backed away. His eyes kept a lock on mine and I could tell my prayers had been answered. This was indeed Peter Pan.
"Who are you?" I asked the boy although I already knew the answer.
"Who are you?" he asked back and then landed lightly on the ground.
"I am Juliet. And you are?" I replied.
"I am Peter Pan." He said putting his fists on his hips.
I swung my feet over the side of my bed and he looked at me. "What haven't you seen a girl before?"
"It's been a long time. A girl is worth twenty boys though." He said opening my jewelry box.
"You think?" I said kind of blushing.
"Trust me I live with them." he said holding a diamond ring up. That ring was from my grandmother's wedding.
"That's fascinating ." I said.
"What is?" he asked as he opened a jack in the box and pulled a knife to it.
"That you are actually here. For three years I've been wanting you to come here." I told him.
"Oh I have been coming here for a long time now. I like to listen to the stories you tell and write. The ones of me of course." He said.
"I'm glad you like them." I said as I put a thick black belt around my waist.
Peter then suddenly was in my face, "Juliet? Would you like to come to Neverland with me?" he asked.
I nodded, "That would be an awfully big adventure. But I do not know how to fly." I told him. I noticed he was bare chest for the first time. Lean muscles rippled down his arms and torso.
"I can teach you." he said.
My blue eyes lit up, "you can?" I asked.
"All you need is one happy thought and you'll be flying. Where's Tink?" he said.
"Tinkerbell is here?" I asked him.
He nodded then whistled and a glittering lit flew. Then he blew some gold dust in my face. "Now just think of a happy thought. Say it out loud if that helps."
I thought, Peter Pan and adventures. I looked down and my feet were hovering over the floor. "Peter I'm flying." I laughed.
"You're flying." He said and took my hand. "Now come with me and you'll never have to worry about grown up things ever again.
"Never seems like an awfully long time." I said.
He lifted into the air and I followed him afraid to let go of his hand. I knew he could tell because right when we got out of my window I shivered and said maybe this wasn't a good idea.
"You know." He said whispering in my ear, "Flying is an awfully big adventure."
"I do quite like adventures." I said.
He then took my hand once more and we followed the second star to the right and straight on until morning.
It would be nice to say they made it to the nursery in time, but then there would be no story. And so John, Michael and Wendy were flying with Peter Pan to Neverland. The greatest adventure of all.
We broke through the morning and I could see the ocean for miles, crystal blue. The trees were green and there was a pirate ship at the far end of the island. We dipped down and I ran my hand through the crystal blue water. It was warm and lovely.
Peter then took my hand and we flew to the underground tree house that he and the lost boys lived in. When we arrived he pushed me in and I slipped and slid down a dirt slid and landed with a thump on the floor. I stood up and there he was sitting in a chair adorned with great bird feathers and leaves. I started walking to him when all of a sudden I was knocked over but someone running into me from behind.
"Father!" I heard a bunch of boy's voices yell as they slid down more then one dirt slid into the house.
"Boys!" Peter said with a triumphant smile, "I have brought you a Mother!"
"Mother!" they all crowed and hugged me as I was standing once again.
"I don not know how to be a mother, though." I looked at Peter who know was standing in front of me. he was a head taller then me, I never noticed before.
"Can you tell stories?" one of the boys asked.
"Yes I can." I said smiling weakly.
"Then you will be a perfect mother." Another tinier boy said.
"Mother, can you tell us a story?" the twins asked at the same time.
"Of course." I said looking nervously at Peter.
"Mother will tell us a story!" Peter announced and went sit in his chair. All the lost boys ran and sat at his feet.
I stood there and asked what story they would like to hear. "One of adventure!" the little one names Slightly said.
"All my stories are of adventures." I said smiling.
"What's a good one?" Peter asked, "I do like the one about me."
"I suppose you would. What about the princess Pocahontas?" I asked.