Hey. This is my first Peter Pan fanfic. Please be nice.
Third Person POV
Wendy say by the fire in her house one evening. She was reading A Tale of Two Cities. Of course, this was not what she wanted to be doing. Wendy put the book down and stared into the fire. She remembered a time when the fire was hand made by her and Peter. She remembered the time she spent working with him, ever if it meant being kidnapped every other day.
It wasn't like she had wanted to leave. But her brothers had wanted to. They were tired and had wanted to go home. Wendy brought them home. But now she couldn't get back.
"Wendy, dear! Me and your father are going out again. Would you mind putting your brothers to bed?" Wendy's mother called from down stairs.
"No, mother. I don't mind." Wendy sighed, breaking out of her trance.
"Thank you. We'll be back in a couple hours." her mother yelled. Then Wendy heard the door slam. She sighed and walked downstairs. There had been a plate of sandwiches set in the middle of the counter. Wendy took one. Her brothers had already gone to bed before her mother had asked her to put them to bed. Wendy ate about 12 mini sandwiches before she went back upstairs.
It had only been a year since Wendy had left. But she remembered everything like it was only yesterday.
She quickly changed into her old dress she wore the first time she met Peter. It was a little short, but it still fit. As every night, she then sat by her window. She stared at the second star to the right, longing to go back.
"If only I could go back." she whispered. Then she lay her head down on her hands and fell asleep by the window.
If only she knew how fast her wish would come.
How was that? It's not that good, I know, but I'm trying. Please review. At least 1 review before more!