Chapter 1 – Peter Pan Fanfiction
When Peter stepped on Emma's newly cleaned windowsill on that foggy night of June 2nd, 2016 Peter was convinced she was one of Wendy's descendants. The huge brown eyes that had a look of wonder and knowledge that were wide awake to the sound of his light breathing, as she could not sleep. Unfortunately, Emma thought this breathing was just the wind calling for her to shut her lonely window, but her mother like all mothers in England once told her gently to never keep it closed in case Peter Pan wants to return but she was not fooled and believed in no fairy tales… or at least she protested. 14 year olds are too old to believe in the stupid, fantasy stories adults try to tell them to make them think happily, and she would always use this argument when her mother would try to tell her Brother a story. But her mother was gone. She left to elope with Emma's step Dad 3 long, hard years ago and never returned.
A part of Emma always wanted to believe in Peter Pan and Wendy and their dashing, exciting adventures yet her mind created a wall that would stop her believing. The wall was transparent but solid hard and tough to crack and so when she heard the wind calling for her to shut the window, she rolled her eyes and turned over to see that her little brother was staring her right in the eye – something of which he had never previously done.
In this time, Peter was walking around Emma's room but stopped when he saw her and flew swiftly behind her vanity set when Emma emerged from her bed to close the window. She locked it tight shut and Peter was still in there! She locked it with a small, dainty key and put the key under her pillow. Many a thought raced through Peter's mind as how to escape and his first thought was to appear to the sleeping girl. He hadn't spoken to a girl since Wendy, and since he assumed this girl was related to Wendy he didn't think the experience would be much different.
"Hullo" Peter said, leaning against one of the walls next to Emma's bed. His confident, cocky voice awoke Emma from her half-sleep and she did not know what to do. A boy, about her age, just stood there in her room and he was covered in leaves and acorns and mud and… she sighed, thinking it was just her imagination playing tricks, as she was very tired. Peter spoke again after watching the girl who looked confused, and the girl then just lay back down onto her bed. "The name is Pan, and I believe you locked the window, and being clever like I am I thought I would ask you for the key" he proclaimed quickly and surely, watching her intently.
At this point Emma gathered up enough courage to speak, saying sarcastically "Oh great, I am dreaming about Peter Pan of all stupid fairy tales. How lame of me, and just get out of my room." Sarcasm was not something Peter was accustomed with, and hence was rather baffled. "I am fairly sure that deep inside you actually do believe in me, you just deny it. Otherwise I would not have been drawn here as my time is very precious although I have unlimited amounts of it."
"Peter Pan. If you are real, then do something to prove it" The girl stated.
"I should have to prove nothing. But as you do wish it, I could teach you to fly."
"FLY?" Emma said rather astonished. Before Peter's breathing awoke her, she had dreamed about being able to fly, she flew to an island where it was very…
"Come," Peter boastfully proclaimed "Think a happy thought, any happy thought. It will lift you into flight, and you will fly with me to the never never land." Emma's eyes gazed up to the ceiling that waited there above her. Everything he said was exactly how she remembered it from her Mother to the word. She had no idea how but this must have been her happy thought as she looked up again and the ceiling was only centimetres away. The girl was flying.
She woke up what was probably a few hours later, although she could not tell. The sun's loving beams of light and joy lit up the sand that she was laid down on and it glistened like stars engraved with gold streaks. She felt the sand run through her fingertips as she lifted her head to find her location and then remembered. She could see two fires on the beach and a trail of smoke coming from the dense forest that engulfed most of the beach and there; before her very eyes in the water was a ship, a grand battleship with big black flags with bones and skulls and the sky was the brightest blue and no clouds could be seen. She smiled the most genuine smile she had smiled since her mother left her, and began her first trek into the dense forests of Neverland.