For my sister, thank you for being a sincere friend.
Author's note: I have never done anything like this before, but I hope to keep you interested and entertained. I'm going to try to get my mind out of "essay-zone", but if I lose my way, simply tell me. If you have any other suggestions or questions about my writing, don't hesitate. Unless you're rude. If you're rude, please, by all means, hesitate.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Peter Pan" or any of the previous adaptations.
Chapter 1
On a crisp October morning, the Darling household found itself at peace. Within the kitchen, Mr. Darling sipped his coffee, and Mrs. Darling prepared breakfast. Upstairs, two boys shared a room, John and Michael, not bothering about the pressures of an adult life, John being only 14 and Michael about to turn 10 next December. John, a knowledgeable adolescent, was dreaming of discovering the remains of the oldest tribe on American soil, and being claimed as the best archaeologist in the world. Michael, having just watched the newest Pirates of the Caribbean, was dreaming about the treasures of becoming a pirate, and the freedom of roaming the open sea.
As for the eldest, Wendy, a bright, charismatic girl just yet 17 years old fast asleep and still barely possessed the ability to dream like a child. She dreamt of adventures she would have, such as rowing through the Amazon River, or climbing the Alps, with not a single care in the world. Her dreams forecasted what she planned to do later in life. Her ambition was to roam around the world freely, and with her she would carry a journal, and record all of her adventures.
Before this dream could become reality, Wendy would have to graduate high school, this being her third year. As for the situation of her love life, she had decided long ago that falling in love would only tie her down from her dream, causing her to want to settle down instead. She'd decided that love was a blockade from her adventures.
Wendy's alarm blasted her favorite blink-182 song,
"Say it ain't so, I will not go,
Turn the lights off, carry me home"
But to the band's dismay, it was much too early for this level of noise, so she flung her arm at the stereo, and shut off the music. Groaning from the interruption of her sleep, Wendy slowly lifted herself up from the bed and looked around the room. Pictures of her favorite bands and icons, such as Kurt Cobain, My Chemical Romance, and Sleeping with Sirens filled the walls of her room, except one. Wendy had saved that wall for the portrait of the face that haunted her dreams, blurred so she couldn't make out the features.
"Wendy! Breakfast is ready! Better hurry, the bus is coming soon!" Her mother yelled up the stairwell.
Wendy jumped from her bed and threw on a white buttoned shirt, plaid skirt, and blue sweater, the regulation uniform of her school. Living in the outskirts of Chicago, the choices of schooling were few. Mr. and Mrs. Darling had decided private school had been the better option rather than public school. She looked in the mirror and noticed the subtle changes in her face, she was growing up. Wendy had always had naturally girlish facial features, ones that contrasted her personality. Wendy raced down the stairs as her brothers pushed past her.
"Oof! Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry, got to get to the bacon first!" John replied.
Wendy reached the kitchen and snatched a piece of bacon off the plate.
"Good morning, dear, did you sleep okay?" Her mother asked.
"Actually, yes. I had a fascinating dream where I slipped off a cliff but latched a grappling hook on the edge and lowered myself to safety!" Passion filled her eyes as she explained.
Mr. Darling peered at Wendy behind his newspaper. "Now, Wendy, it's about time you gave up these silly dreams, isn't it? I mean what ridiculousness, if that actually were to happen, you'd surely be dead!"
Ignoring her father's pessimistic attitude, Wendy simply continued telling her story and added a few more exciting details, to show that Wendy Moira Angela Darling didn't give a damn about what anyone thought, including her father.
After finishing her story, Wendy saw the time and hurried out the door to the school bus. She'd put in her ear buds and blasted her favorite playlist on her iPod. Boarding the bus, she looked around for an open seat.
"Oh great, no seats." she muttered under her breath.
She took her seat next to a boy with his hood up and was leaned against the window. He looks like he won't bother me. Wendy thought. She continued to listen to the music that flooded her ears.
"At my high school, it felt –hey- more to me,
Like a jail – you can't…- cell, a penitentiary
My time spent there it only –what's…- made me see"
She looked over and saw that the boy had his hood down and was trying to communicate with Wendy. He had golden brown hair and bright green eyes that could make any girl fall for him.
"What is it?" Wendy said annoyed as she was being interrupted of her daily morning ritual.
"Geez, what's up your butt?" the boy asked.
What's this kid's problem?
"Well I was kind of listening to music, so long as you don't mind."
"Well I'm sorry for just trying to be friendly; obviously you're not a people person." He replied.
"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean? I was listening to music!" Wendy asked offended. Is he for real? He doesn't even know me!
"Oh nothing, just that you're bitter, I get it, just some people are." He said with a tiny smirk across his lips as he folded his arms, looking rather satisfied with his comeback."What are you listening to anyways?" He asked as he snatched the ear buds out of her hands.
"Hey! What gives you the right?"
"It's the least you could do for me after how rudely I've been treated. Hey, these are actually pretty good. You don't strike me as the sort of person to listen to good music. What's your name anyways?"
"Wendy." She said sternly as she took back her ear buds.
With a cheerful and proud smile, he said "I'm Peter, I'm new here! Just came from L.A last week. It's so cold; I'm surprised there's actually life here."
The bus came to a halt and Wendy jumped to her feet and swiftly got off the bus. She turned around to see if Peter had caught up, and to her surprise, he was only a few feet away.
"Hey! Wait!" he yelled through the crowd of kids.
Wendy didn't slow down or check to see if Peter had caught up. She just kept walking and didn't stop until she got to class.
What a strange kid. He thought he was the shit, didn't he? Ugh, cockiness and boys are a bad mixture. I'm just gonna pray that I never see him again. For all I know, maybe he is a year younger and not in any of my classes? He's probably not in any of my classes. I take a lot of AP classes, and he couldn't be very smart.
First period was English, Wendy's favorite class, and mostly because her teacher, Mrs. Bartlet, had given a fresh perspective on everything she taught, and filled her students' minds with creative ideas. They were currently learning about rhetorical analysis, judging writing by searching for the purpose that the author had for writing the piece.
As Wendy had begun to do her analysis, Mrs. Bartlet had risen from her desk and cheerfully announced, "Students, I believe we are getting a new student in class today, so I want everyone to make him feel welcome." Just then the classroom door clicked open.
Oh no.
A boy about 6 feet tall, slender and a tad muscular strutted into the room, acting as if he owned the school. "Hi Mrs. Bartlet! I'm Peter, Peter Pan. I'm so looking forward to this class; I've always been a fan of literature."
Mrs. Bartlet looked impressed and asked "Oh really? What is your favorite piece?"
Suddenly a smile came across Wendy's face. Yes, now everyone will see how fake and horrible he is.
But Peter was not one to back down from a challenge, and stated with pride "O Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman." Too add to Wendy's rage, Peter began reciting it.
"O Captain, my Captain, rise up and
hear the bells;
Rise up – for you the flag is flung – for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths
-for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass,
Their eager faces turning"
What? Ugh. That bastard. He would know the poem that happened to be Mrs. Bartlet's favorite poem. Kissass.
Wendy folded her arms in disgust, as the class and Mrs. Bartlet clapped for Peter's recital in admiration. "How splendid! I think you're going to fit in just fine here, Peter. There's an open seat next to Miss Darling, you may sit there."
"Don't mind if I do! Seems as if we keep bumping into each other everywhere, Wendy." Peter smirked looking quite pleased with himself.
"Well, I'm sure this is the only class we have together." Despite Wendy's hopes, she glanced at Peter's schedule and noticed that they had every. Single. Class. Together.
Peter's schedule and noticed they have Every. Single. Class. Together.
Today is going to be a long day.
And There you have it! Chapter 1 finished! How did you guys like the splash of Walt Whitman in there? I'm almost positive that if a boy recited that to me I'd marry him on the spot. This chapter was basically just a set up for the plot to begin, so please stay tuned for updates! Characters like Tinkerbell and James Hook are coming next chapter! I'm excited on how I'm going to incorporate them in. Also, if you like this story, please write a review/favorite/follow! Thanks for reading!
-C.B