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Never Growing Up

Chapter One

It wasn't growing up that was the problem. It was the fact that the fun would all be over. The last seven months were a hectic few moths for Peter Pan to say the least.

Lets start at the beginning.

All Peter Pan wanted to do was listen to the stories. The stories that a girl had told her two brothers.

John, the oldest of the two boys, was a ten year old boy and a very sophisticated young gentlemen. His looks were received from his father; black hair, long nose (not too long mind you), bright red lips, skinny body but quite tall for his body. He wears round, old fashioned glasses and a black top hat. All gentlemen do.

Michael Darling, the younger brother, was very young, just four years of age. Not at all a gentlemen, not yet anyway. he was very mischievous, always making mess for Nana (their dog or nurse as they would like to call him) to clean up, and noise. He had strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and a short, pudgy nose. nothing alike his father but very alike his mother.

Mary Darling, the mother of the three children and the wife of Mr. George Darling, was a very kind, beautiful and understanding mother. she had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin.

George Darling, the short tempered, over-controlling and hypocritical father and husband, was a black haired man with a large moustache covering his top lip. He wasn't a very nice gentlemen, all things considered. He was very bossy and wanted his children to grow up in a practical manner, not to play around and believe everything they are told. Especially the nonsense told by their sister Wendy.

Now, Wendy Darling was not like most young woman her age. Woman her age would be eager to learn how to be a pristine young lady. Instead Wendy wanted to stay thirteen years old and to continue telling her stories. Wendy had auburn hair, bright blue eyes and a sharp, small nose. she had the same lips as John but more prominent.

Wendy's stories concluded of Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and of course Peter Pan and the the Pirates. This was the story that Peter Pan found himself listening to. It wasn't just the stories that had caught his attention, it was the fact that they knew about him.

She knew about how he had chopped off Captain James Hook's hand off and thew it to the ticking crocodile, whom ticks because it swallowed a clock. The Captain is now afraid of ticking clocks and crocodiles, any shape or form.

She knew about Tiger Lilly and the Indians. She knew about the mermaids and their lagoon. All these things she knew about, yet Peter didn't know any of them. He didn't even know of anyone in London besides The Lost Boys. So how would she know anything about him?

This intrigued the boy who never grew up.

He wanted, no needed to know what else she knew.

Silently Peter Pan flew over to the side of the small balcony of the window. Peeping through the window behind the curtains peter could hear clearly what else the girl was saying about him. she seems to know a lot more about Peter then he himself did.

Peter Pan stayed until the three children had fallen asleep. He will be back.