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Mother always told me stories, stories about the Darlings, Hook, Tinker bell, Peter and Neverland. At times I'd wish that I were Wendy and that I was the one that went to Neverland with Peter Pan. Though people say that dreams come true, mine never will.
Like any other day, I'd wake up and get ready for school. Today is my 16th birthday and they say that coming of age meant marriage for me. I on the other hand completely detest the thought of being tied down to a man. It's absolutely preposterous.
"Elle, darling, hurry or you will be late for school."
" I will be down shortly, mother!"
It's not that I hate school. It's not that at all, it's just that I would rather travel and dream. I might write a novel of some sort since books are everything to me. I took my bag and went straight to the kitchen only to find mother and father holding a huge cake. I squealed with delight. Although it wasn't lady like I absolutely did not care. It was my birthday for Pete's sake.
I ran up to them and gave them a huge bear hug.
"Oh! Mother! Father! You shouldn't have! This is amazing. I honestly did not expect this."
"Oh Elle, today is your day, of course your father and I would want it to be the very best."
I eyed both my mother and father. I sense a discussion about my betrothal coming on. Before they could even say another word I bid them goodbye and dashed out of the house. I could hear them calling out to me telling me to wait but I just can't let the idea of marriage and weddings interrupt my trains of thought.
As I walk down the alley I noticed that it was awfully warm for normal London weather. Must be the said rumors of climate change taking its toll.
As I arrived in class the voices of the discussion were muted from my ears. I cannot help but daydream about a life that I wish I had. Flying side by side the amazing Peter Pan and don't forget the lovely tinker bell.
Though it didn't make sense, I sometimes feel like I knew them. Like I was with Peter and Wendy and that I lived in Neverland. It sounds like a bunch of hullabaloo but it seems all too real.
It makes me wonder about what would have happened if Peter stayed with Wendy or if Wendy didn't leave Peter.
"Ms. Williams, care to join in the class discussion?"
"Of course , I apologize Madam Carter."
Well, that gave me a bit of a shock. I think it be best if I concentrated on schoolwork rather than imagining such tales. As they say, dreams are for children. Which is something I no longer am. It's time to grow up.
I went home thinking that this would be a long day. Not only is my age appropriate for marriage, my mother and father would be hunting down every single eligible gentleman there is in the whole of London.
Walking along Kensington Park I found serenity and well needed silence. My parents probably have a young gentleman waiting for me at home. If that were the case then I would sit on this wooden bench and dream.
As I sat there my imagination went wild. I began thinking of amazing stories, stories that I could turn into novels if I wanted to but my father and mothers words kept creeping in the back of my mind.
"Caitlyn Elle B. Williams, a woman's duty is to marry and take care of her husband and children. That is something women around the world are to be proud of. You my dear Elle will be an amazing wife and mother."
I rolled my eyes at those words, of course only in my head. My father would have scolded me about respect and my mother for etiquette and manners.
I absolutely abhor the thought of being stuck with a man my whole life when I could do as I wish and achieve so many on my own. My parents just cannot understand. Actually they don't want to understand.
Harsh winds blew my face and only just then did I realize the sun setting. I immediately stood up and ran home as fast as I could. Mother and Father would be terribly worried.
I opened the door and called out for my parents.
"Mother, Father, I'm home. Where are you?"
"In the dining hall darling."
Once I entered the room there was once again a humongous cake and such an appetizing feast ready for consumption.
"Oh sit down, love, and let us celebrate your special day. Come on let us eat."
The three of us sat down and ate to our hearts content. I was having an amazing time until my Father decided that he could not wait till the end of dinner to tell me such important news, news that I very well know of.
"Elle, we have invited the son of Mr. Bennett and they were more than pleased to hear from us. We will be having dinner with them tomorrow so please be on your best behavior."
I wanted to scream and shout. I do not want to get married! But I bit my tongue; I have to please my parents for they have done so much for me. It might be time for me to do something for them.
I smiled at my parents and replied.
"It would be an honor to meet the Bennetts , Father."
Both my parents smiled, delighted that I took in the news with such poise and gratefulness. If only they knew how much it took me only to say those few words. We continued to eat dinner in silence.
Once dinner was over I each bid them goodnight and went up stairs well deserved rest.
I slowly closed the door behind me and began to slide down to the floor. I didn't know what to do. I am positive that I did not want to get married but I don't want to disappoint my parents and yet I want to live my life. I was torn with what I want to do and what I needed to do.
I broke down on the floor, sobbing my heart out.
Where am I… Who's there?!
You look beautiful our dear Elle.
What? WHO are you?
The images slowly moved closer, an image of a young man and woman appeared before me. I didn't know who they were yet they looked so familiar.
Who are you two? Why in the world do I feel like I know you some how?
The images just smiled at me. Their smile was sad and broken. Who are they?
We love you. We will always be here for you no mater what.
I can hear that the woman was in the brink of tears. What is happening?
TELL ME! Tell me who you are! Please!
You will forever be in our hearts, Elle Moira Pan.
Just that I woke up. I realized that I was still on the floor. My head hurts because of my sudden awakening.
I tried to stand up but couldn't, my legs are shaking. That dream, why did I have that dream?
Who were they and why did they call me that. Is it possible that- No it couldn't be…
It was all a dream, I shouldn't think too much about this.
I stood up, changed my clothes and went to bed, hoping that those dreams would never come back.