How Tinker bell became Tinker bell

Chapter 1: The boy in the Window

Ever since I was just a little girl, my father would tell me stories about this magical place called Never land, where time stops and you can never grow a day older than the moment you've arrived. Almost every night, I would dream of going there, to see this place with my own two eyes. Sometimes, in my dreams, I actually believed I was there in Never land, battling Captain Hook along side with my friend Peter Pan, but one night had turned into two, two nights turned into four, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. Eventually I had stopped believing that I would ever visit this place and Never land had become, a memory and than a myth. Until one day, everything changed and I had lost all hope, faith, love, dignity and even the joy of life its-self…

On March, 17th at quarter to 9 was the exact time and date that it happened. My Father was on his way home from work, and just has he turned left on to the street where we lived, he was hit by a drunk driver. I remember staying up past midnight, just waiting for him to come home, but he never came. I didn't even know what had happened to him, until the next day. Since I had fallen asleep on the couch, I thought that my Father had come home and was sleeping in his bed. When I checked his room, I noticed that he wasn't there and I had developed a very sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I needed to get out of that house! So, I decided to go for a little walk, as soon as I was on the side walk, I saw a few police cars, an ambulance, and my father's smashed up car...
After that, I was sent away, to live with my grandparents. They had tried everything to try and cheer me up, but none of it had worked. At School, I had become an outsider, even my friends didn't know who I was anymore. I had just stopped caring, and walked around without a purpose. There was this one day, where I was so depressed that I actually wrote a suicide letter to my grandparents, with tears running down my face, but I never sent it to them, for there was a boy, looking in threw the window and to this day, I still thank him for saving my life.

The Boy had dirty blonde hair, light blue almost green eyes and seemed to be wearing shorts with leaves every where! I was a bit frightened by him at first, but for some reason, I felt that I've known him for a long time and that I could trust him.

"Why are you crying?" he asked curiously

Even though I heard him, I did not answer him, I was too embarrassed to say it. So, I just kept on writing that dreadful letter.

"What's that you're writing?" the boy asked.

I sighed, "It's….its nothing!" and I crumbled up that letter and threw it away in the garbage can. I refused to look at the boy, I didn't know who he was and I really didn't care at the moment. A few tears started to pour out of my lifeless eyes. I quickly tried to brush them away; I didn't want that boy to see me like this, but he seemed to know I was crying anyways. The boy flew in through my window, only wearing some torn, faded shorts.

"Take my hand; we can get away from here." He said while stretching out his hand.

"I just met you, what makes you think that I would go anywhere with you?" I thought, but that quickly changed. I looked at him and his gorgeous blue-green eyes. A new feeling came over me and for some reason I just couldn't say no. So I took his hand and asked him.

"Where are we going?"

"Some where far away, where we can do what ever we want when ever we want! But, first I'm going to have to teach you how to fly!" said the boy enthusiastically while he pulled a small bag out of the back pocket of his shorts.

"What? That's impossible! I can't fly!"

"Well, if you keep saying that you won't! The only way to fly is to believe that you can fly! And this stuff also helps." The boy sprinkled some dust on me. "Now all you have to do is think of a happy thought."

"A happy thought?" I said in disbelief. "I haven't had one of those in a really long time." Just than Peter took my hand and I looked straight into his gorgeous eyes. "I-I-I don't think its work—AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I screamed! My whole body was floating in the air! I could now touch the ceiling!

"Tinker bell, what's going on it there?" Instantly shouted my Grandmother's voice from the hall way.

"Oh, nothing I just tripped over the side of my bed!" I replied. After a while you could hear the sound of her slippers against the wood floors. "Hide!" I whispered to the boy, and started to fly out the window. "Wait! What's your name?" I called after him.

"Peter Pan." Said the boy before he flew out the window; I began to sink as I watched him, than my bedroom door slowly opened. I turned around and found my grandmother in the door way.

"I just wanted to see if you were ok, that was quite a scream I heard!" she said.

"I'm fine."

"I was just making sure, good night my darling."

"Good night." I said while giving her a hug, before she left. I walked back over to the window, to see if the Peter Pan was still there. I waited for a few minutes and came to the conclusion that he probably went back to wherever he came from. I crawled in my fairly big bed and fell fast sleep, having one of the best dreams in my whole life. All my father's stories seemed to be coming back to me and I've finally realized how much I needed them.