I Don't Believe in Peter Pan!
By Letoh
I don't own Peter, Hook, The lost boys, blah, blah, blah.. Like my characters? Please don't steal em.
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"I don't believe in Peter Pan!" shouted 12 year old Angela Darling. She was wearing her cotton night dress and had her lustrous blond hair tied in pig tails. "He is a made up boy that grandfather Michael made up with his silly sister Wendy!" she said to her younger sisters Moira and Wendy. "Now go to sleep, there is no Peter Pan coming through the window, it's more likely we'll be robed!"
"Oh, don't say that Angie!" said 11 year old Moira. She lay in the bed once her grandfathers. She had short light drown hair that never seemed to be tidy. "He's real, I met him! Just stay up and you'll see." She said flopping down on her fluffy bed, belonging once to their Grandfather's brother John.
"Angie, he'll come. He is so wonderful, he said he would take us to Never Never Land, but only if you came! So you must stay up, wait for him!" said 10 year old Wendy. She was a short little girl with long light drown hair in braided pig tails. "Angie, you must please!"
Angela got out of her bed belonging once to the first Wendy Darling. She went up to the window that lay agar. "Look," she said opening the window wider, "there is no flying boy coming through these windows! It's impossible! Now go to-" Suddenly there was a whoosh of air from behind Angela and in came flying a young boy of 13 flowed by his fairy friend Tinkerbelle. Angela was stunned, she was dreaming, this wasn't real, she was asleep in her bed!
Peter landed in front of Angela. He had messy blond hair and looked like a savage. His face was dirty, he had leaves and vines sticking out of his hair, and he seemed to be wearing some sort of jumble of weeds and cloth for clothes. "You look even more beautiful awake."He said to the petrified girl. Angela was about to scream when he covered her mouth. "No, no, don't do that, you'll wake the whole house! We better get going, Tink, dust us!" he said. The fairy wised around the room sprinkling her fairy dust on the heads of the children.
"Does this mean we really get to go this time!" said Wendy jumping out of bed to Peter.
"Of course! You'll have to help me with your sister though, she may not be able to find her happy thought." said Peter. "Just think of any happy though Angela, and we can fly to Never Never Land!" said Peter lifting off of the ground. "No! I will not be persuaded in my own dream! I am going back to bed and I will wake up in the morning in my bed!" she said stomping off.
"Oh, but that's no fun! Come on and help me Wendy, Moira!" he said flying over to Angela picking her up off the ground.
"Help, help, this is kidnapping!" shouted Angela struggling to get loose. "Oh Angie, you're such a grown up, come on, it's fun! Just think of a happy thought!" said Moira flying beside Wendy and Peter. They went out the window, second star to the right, straight on till morning!
"I'm going to fall, I'm afraid of heights! Please just bring me back!" shouted Angela. "Oh no, you're not going back there, we're gonna take you to Never Land, even if you don't wanna. The Lost Boys need a mother, and now that Wendy, the first once I mean, is gone, we need someone to tell us stories!" said Peter. "Just think of once happy though and you'll be able to fly!"
"But I don't want to fly! I want to be in bed sleeping! I want to grow up!" she shouted. Peter accidentally dropped Angela when she said that she wanted to grow up. "Just think of a happy thought! Any happy little thought!" shouted Peter as she plummeted down to earth.
"Happy thought, happy thought! How can I think of a happy thought when I'm falling to my death!" she thought of all that she had done in her short life. She had never done anything enjoyable in her life, and it made her sad. Maybe her sisters were right, maybe she was to grown up. Then she remembered her favorite doll, Dina, how she loved that doll! Angela began to slow down, her happy thought, Dina! She concentrated hard on the thought of her old doll and she came to a halt just before she hit the ground. I'm flying! "I'm flying!" she said and she zoomed up into the sky! "I'm doing it, I'm really doing it!"
"Now, second star to the right and straight on till morning!"
A/N: I know it was short, but it was just to see if anyone liked it so far. I'm still not sure about the character names, it's kinda corny no? Tell me what you think and maybe I'll continue.
Ch.2 Pre-View
"Lost boys, meet Wendy, Moira and Angela Darling, they're going to be our new mother!" said Peter.
"Captain, captain! It seems that the boy has returned, and he's brought three girls with him!" said Smee. "Excellent, my father will be avenged; Peter Pan and his Lost Boys will not escape Captain James Hook again!"
I don't own Peter, Hook, The lost boys, blah, blah, blah.. Like my characters? Please don't steal em.
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"I don't believe in Peter Pan!" shouted 12 year old Angela Darling. She was wearing her cotton night dress and had her lustrous blond hair tied in pig tails. "He is a made up boy that grandfather Michael made up with his silly sister Wendy!" she said to her younger sisters Moira and Wendy. "Now go to sleep, there is no Peter Pan coming through the window, it's more likely we'll be robed!"
"Oh, don't say that Angie!" said 11 year old Moira. She lay in the bed once her grandfathers. She had short light drown hair that never seemed to be tidy. "He's real, I met him! Just stay up and you'll see." She said flopping down on her fluffy bed, belonging once to their Grandfather's brother John.
"Angie, he'll come. He is so wonderful, he said he would take us to Never Never Land, but only if you came! So you must stay up, wait for him!" said 10 year old Wendy. She was a short little girl with long light drown hair in braided pig tails. "Angie, you must please!"
Angela got out of her bed belonging once to the first Wendy Darling. She went up to the window that lay agar. "Look," she said opening the window wider, "there is no flying boy coming through these windows! It's impossible! Now go to-" Suddenly there was a whoosh of air from behind Angela and in came flying a young boy of 13 flowed by his fairy friend Tinkerbelle. Angela was stunned, she was dreaming, this wasn't real, she was asleep in her bed!
Peter landed in front of Angela. He had messy blond hair and looked like a savage. His face was dirty, he had leaves and vines sticking out of his hair, and he seemed to be wearing some sort of jumble of weeds and cloth for clothes. "You look even more beautiful awake."He said to the petrified girl. Angela was about to scream when he covered her mouth. "No, no, don't do that, you'll wake the whole house! We better get going, Tink, dust us!" he said. The fairy wised around the room sprinkling her fairy dust on the heads of the children.
"Does this mean we really get to go this time!" said Wendy jumping out of bed to Peter.
"Of course! You'll have to help me with your sister though, she may not be able to find her happy thought." said Peter. "Just think of any happy though Angela, and we can fly to Never Never Land!" said Peter lifting off of the ground. "No! I will not be persuaded in my own dream! I am going back to bed and I will wake up in the morning in my bed!" she said stomping off.
"Oh, but that's no fun! Come on and help me Wendy, Moira!" he said flying over to Angela picking her up off the ground.
"Help, help, this is kidnapping!" shouted Angela struggling to get loose. "Oh Angie, you're such a grown up, come on, it's fun! Just think of a happy thought!" said Moira flying beside Wendy and Peter. They went out the window, second star to the right, straight on till morning!
"I'm going to fall, I'm afraid of heights! Please just bring me back!" shouted Angela. "Oh no, you're not going back there, we're gonna take you to Never Land, even if you don't wanna. The Lost Boys need a mother, and now that Wendy, the first once I mean, is gone, we need someone to tell us stories!" said Peter. "Just think of once happy though and you'll be able to fly!"
"But I don't want to fly! I want to be in bed sleeping! I want to grow up!" she shouted. Peter accidentally dropped Angela when she said that she wanted to grow up. "Just think of a happy thought! Any happy little thought!" shouted Peter as she plummeted down to earth.
"Happy thought, happy thought! How can I think of a happy thought when I'm falling to my death!" she thought of all that she had done in her short life. She had never done anything enjoyable in her life, and it made her sad. Maybe her sisters were right, maybe she was to grown up. Then she remembered her favorite doll, Dina, how she loved that doll! Angela began to slow down, her happy thought, Dina! She concentrated hard on the thought of her old doll and she came to a halt just before she hit the ground. I'm flying! "I'm flying!" she said and she zoomed up into the sky! "I'm doing it, I'm really doing it!"
"Now, second star to the right and straight on till morning!"
A/N: I know it was short, but it was just to see if anyone liked it so far. I'm still not sure about the character names, it's kinda corny no? Tell me what you think and maybe I'll continue.
Ch.2 Pre-View
"Lost boys, meet Wendy, Moira and Angela Darling, they're going to be our new mother!" said Peter.
"Captain, captain! It seems that the boy has returned, and he's brought three girls with him!" said Smee. "Excellent, my father will be avenged; Peter Pan and his Lost Boys will not escape Captain James Hook again!"