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We all know the story of Peter Pan. The boy who never grew old.
We know of the adventures with Wendy, John, and Michael Darling in Never Land.
The great defeat of Captain James Hook. We even heard of Tinkerbell's banishment.
But there is one tale that we have not heard. A tale that has never been told. The tale of the true first lost girl.
Jane was not the first.
Why did Peter lie? Well that's why this tale is being told.
A tale of forbidden romance, near death experiences, and of course those three magical words
"Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust"
This story starts in Bloomsbury, England. It's the late 1950s. The decade of Ice Cream Parlors and Poodle Skirts. We are brought to an old Victorian neighborhood where James and Scarlett Darling live with their daughters Bella and Susan Darling.
The Darling family is rumored to be a very well mannered family. Mr. Darling was a banker who knew the cost of anything, even a hug. Mrs. Darling was the loveliest woman in all of Bloomsbury. Susan the eldest daughter was a nun down at the local orphanage sharing stories of her own to the boys and girls.
Then there was Bella Darling, Bella unlike her family had a knack for trouble. She was known for her clever pranks, the pranks that put her in mischief and her family embarrassed. She my readers is the main character of this tale. For she is Bella Darling the very first Lost Girl.
"Mother where is my leather jacket?" Bella was rummaging throughout her whole room. Her favorite leather jacket was no where to be found. The jacket was not just some ordinary jacket it was her trademark. Bella wasn't Bella without her leather jacket or at least thats how Bella saw it. Mrs. Darling walked into the room watching her daughter with pure amusement written across her face.
"I don't know why you enjoy that jacket so much" Mrs. Darling exclaimed. "It's something scoundrels wear not young ladies." Bella stopped what she was doing and looked up at her mother. Her mother stood there hands on her hip but still a lovely site. Bella always thought she resembled her mom but she never thought shed be as "lady like" as her. Bella didn't believe in growing up and settling down. She believed in adventures and many of them. They may share the same dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes but their personalities quite differ. "The jacket may not be what young ladies wear but its who I am, what I stand for. I'm not ready to grow-up into a lady, I don't want to." Bella established this to her mother almost every minute of each passing day. As the same Mrs. Darling rolled her eyes and walked over to her daughter's bed picking up the unseen leather jacket and handing it to her oblivious daughter.
Bella's eyes grew wide with gratitude as she grabbed the jacket and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Thanks mom" she exclaimed as she dashed out of her room and down the wooden steps. She was already late as it is. "Bye darling" Mr. Darling said when she ran past the kitchen where he sat eyes never leaving the morning paper. "Bye father". She stepped out of her Victorian house and into England's rickety streets. "Watch where your walking!" yelled an angered driver who sped past Bella nearly hitting her. Bella just laughed.
Every morning Bella would head out to the local Ice Cream Parlor where she would waitress til noon. She took up the job because she's saving for a motorbike, she'd never admit that to her family though knowing they would disapprove. They would go on about how it's not "lady like" and how "young ladies don't.." She really didn't want to listen to their refusals. Besides she was about twenty pounds away from the red beauty itself.
"Ah the sent of noisy customers and dirty dishes, don't you just enjoy it?" Vicky a red headed middle aged woman complained to Bella as soon as she walked through the parlor's doors. Vicky was one of the waitresses at Joe's Ice Cream Galore. Unique right? Or at least thats what Bella likes to see it as. The name not Vicky even though she is a unique one herself. Lanky yet tall and had a mouth that ran like an automobile's motor. "It's what I look forward to everyday" Bella chirped smiling up at Mrs. Vicky sarcasm dripping off of every word. But of course Vicky never catched on to Bella's little joke. Vicky flashed Bella a fake smile while turning back to her morning duties clearly annoyed.
Bella shrugged while walking to the back room. She greeted many workers she knew some customers as well. Even though her job wasn't "first-class" she still managed to have fun. Bella could always have fun, no matter what she was doing. Opening two heavy metal doors she inhaled the familiar scent of leather and cigarette smoke otherwise known as the back room. She shimmied off her jacket and flung it on the nearby couch standing tall she wore a smirk "hello boys."