Okay, this is different for me because for the passed year I've been involved in writing Original Fiction stories on my Mibba user. However, after watching the 2003 version of Peter Pan with Jeremy Sumpter, Jason Isaacs, and Rachel Hurd-wood, I just HAD to start a new fan fiction! I do hope you enjoy it :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or anyone else involved in the fan fiction besides Sophia Moira Beckman and any other character I decide to include!
"Sophia Moira Beckman!" a voice called my name, causing me to groan. "Get down here this minute!" No mother, I will not!
A yawn escaped my throat as I rolled onto my other side. The bed beneath me was too comfortable to leave at the moment. Not only that, but I was too busy to go just yet; there were still many chapters of my story to be written! My eyes closed as I imagined beautiful lands of greenery and high mountaintops covered in glistening snow. There were people with swords in their hands, pirates sailing through the sea on their beaten up old ships, fairies flying around, and savages shooting arrows at game for their meals. Not only that, but there were mermaids too, but they weren't very nice. Unconsciously, I shook my head. Now why wouldn't a mermaid be kind? Let me tell you, they are quite jealous beings! "At least," I whispered to myself, a smiling playing on my lips. "They are jealous of female human beings, because even though they themselves are beautiful creatures, they cannot walk! Hah!" There was a moment's pause, in which I started to giggle before adding, "And once again, even the most beautiful of creatures cannot compare to even the simplest of girls like me."
"SOPHI!" A different voice boomed; my father's. With haste, I lifted myself out of bed and sprinted down hallways and then stairs until my feet were planted in front of my parents. They were both dressed in formal garments; my mother wearing an old dress from years ago and my father wearing a tux. I didn't understand why; we were only going to my Grammy Jane's house in London, England. [i]Funny, now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever met my Grandma Jane,[/i] I thought as I was roughly dragged into the car by my father.
The drive to the airport was quiet. Once in awhile, my mother would make a comment or two about finally seeing her mother after so many years or how I'd finally be able to meet my Grandma. When I asked about my Grandfather, my mother was quiet again for awhile before explaining that he had died a few years back. Why I hadn't been notified about my own Grandpa's death, I will surely never know. Finally, after an awkward ride, we reached the sought-after airport. To my distaste, everything about the airport was over the top. Overpriced, overcrowded, overrated. At that moment, I would do anything to escape my parents and run home to my story of fantasies. However, there was a huge issue. We lived more than two hours away from this airport and judging on how I can barely run two miles without being out of breath, going home was a lost cause. And hey, I was looking forward to meeting my Grammy…and being a bother to my parents.
"Sophi," my mother literally begged. "Please give the nice lady your ticket. We have to get going if we want to reach Grammy's before dark." Pursing my lips, I did what I was told (mostly because my father was sending a death glare that could kill) and rushed after them onto the airplane. Most of the seats were taken except for a few in the back. My parents sat in two seats in front of me, while I was stuck sitting with some five year old that I did not know.
Hours passed slowly and I was beginning to feel drowsy. My eyes were just about to close when the petite boy shouted, "Ship!" and began shaking me awake. Unsure of what he meant, I just stared at him with half opened eyes; obvious to anyone around that I had no clue what the insane child was talking about. "Did you see it? Did you see it, miss? There was a ship in the air! It was flying! And there were people! Did you see it? Did you see it?" I lifted my brow at him but followed his chubby, pointed finger and peered out the window. If he had managed to somehow see [i]anything[/i] in that heavy mist, of course it was the infamous flying ship the flew eastward over the Atlantic to Europe. Note the heavy use of sarcasm.
"A ship in the sky?" Of course, I wasn't going to use sarcasm with this little bugger. He was too cute to disappoint, even if he did just wake me from my rest. "Where is it?" When I turned back to the boy, he was frowning.
"It's gone!" He yelped, his bottom lip quivering. "I swear I saw it! I saw it, miss, I really truly did!" I wasn't sure if I should report this kid to leave with the loonies or to just nod my head and agree with everything he's saying. I chose the latter.
"Who was on the ship, little boy?" Might as well fuel his imagination…
He looked around in every direction before motioning me closer. I bent my head down and he whispered in my ear, "Pirates!"
Did that little boy just say what I think he did? When I backed up, he smiled a toothy grin. I wasn't sure what to say to him. Whether he saw a floating ship in the sky or not he truly caught my interest. Before I could question him anymore, a voice came on the loud speaker. "We will be landing in London in a few minutes! Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for landing. I hope your travel was satisfactory and we hope to see you on our airlines soon! Thank you!" Click.
I never did get a chance to talk to the little boy again. After everyone exited the plane, he and his family – as well as my own – were lost in the crowds. Whoever he was, God bless him for brightening my mood. I wouldn't want Granny to think I'm a bitter old man or something like that. From what I heard, she wasn't far from the midpoint between imagination and insanity as I was. I'm sure we'll like each other very much.
The taxi ride to Granny Jane's was livelier than the one to the airport. My mother was animatedly talking about herself when she was a child and how familiar the neighborhood looked. Even my father was excited, which was strange for him since he was usually quite uptight. Rain was trickling down the car windows and I made it my duty to count every one of them. When I reached eighty-seven though, the taxi driver opened up my door to let me out, causing me to lose count. I glared at the man while my father paid him for driving us and the taxi car driver lifted a brow at me in obvious obliviousness. Rolling my eyes, I followed after my mother and up the slippery steps to Granny's front door. Behind me, I heard my father trudge up the steps.
It took only one knock for someone to answer the door. There was a lady, no older than my mother, wearing a maid's outfit. There was a feather-duster in one hand and a spray bottle in the other. I lifted my brow at her and she stared back at us. "Are you Ms. Banning's daughter Moira?" My mother's smile grew.
"Yes I am!" She said, breathless. "Oh, thank lord! I thought someone else had moved in and she had left! It is a pleasure to meet you Miss…?"
"Just called me Emily," she told my mother while motioning us in. "This must be your husband and daughter. It is a pleasure to meet you as well. Ms. Banning should be down in just a moment. Please make yourself comfortable."
I dropped my bags at my sides and stared at the ancient house. It had to have been more than 100 years old at least. Just looking at the prehistoric build of the home made me believe it would just break if I flicked even the railing. My mother, however, didn't seem to think this the case. She ran around the house like it was her jungle gym and made it a mission to look and see if anything had changed since she'd last been there. My father followed close behind her, just in case she got hurt or broke something or, more likely, does both. Sighing, I headed up the creaky steps up to the second floor. While it was petite, I managed to fit. Going down a short hall, I found the master bedroom, a bathroom, and a closet. There was one more room to the right and when I turned to see what it was, I was surprised to see someone in there. A little more than surprised, actually.
"Who-Who's there?" a frail voice spoke out after a "yip" had escaped my mouth. I gulped as I watched her turn around. "Moira? Is that you?" The lady walked closer to me while I shook my head.
"No!" I said. "I'm her daughter. I'm Sophi…" The old woman emerged from the room and I could finally see her face and was relieved. She looked like a normal old woman with her short snow white hair and little glasses balancing on her nose.
"Sophi…" She smiled. "You're the spitting image of your mother, no doubt. Same fragile features, brown hair, and –" She looked closer at me and her smile faded a little. Noticing her pause, she added, "But not the same eyes. Hmmm…." She muttered something to herself before turning back to me. "I see you are exploring my home; that was my old bedroom when I was your age." She pointed toward the room she'd just emerged from. It was rounded with a thin, but tall window at the other end of the room. "It was also your mother's room. You will be sleeping there while you stay, okay?" I nodded obediently and she frowned. "Honey, you don't need to be so uptight. Loosen up a little. Have fun."
As Granny stepped by me to head downstairs to greet my parents, I felt frozen where I was. An adult telling me to have fun? To loosen up and not be uptight? I think I'm going to like stay here awhile.
Did you like it? This is only a little introduction so the actual Peter Pan characters will come in shortly. However, if you are a true fan of it, you'd know I already put in a character from it ;)
Review please! Much appreciated! :D
-Mikki
