Growing Up

A Peter Pan Fanfiction

By: Sydney Smekofske

Chapter 1

"Peter!" Wendy cried out, "You won't forget me will you?" "Me, forget? Never." Peter answered back. "Will you come back?" "To hear stories, about me." That was the last time that Wendy saw the boy who wouldn't grow up and it seemed that was all she would ever see of Peter Pan.

As time went on, Wendy and the boys all enjoyed the rest of their childhood together. But one by one they all grew up as all children must. They all went their separate ways out of the house, but Wendy still remained in her home.

After everyone else moved out, Mr. and Mrs. Darling decided to get a smaller, simpler house out in the country. So when the time came for them to move they gave their old house to their eldest, who didn't seem to mind at all. Wendy kept her bed in the old nursery and became a very famous author with her first book about her adventures in Neverland.

She is twenty-one now and lives all on her own, despite the attempts that her aunt Millicent makes at composing her as a wife. Wendy enjoys quiet nights like tonight where she can drift back into her memories. She has never forgotten the boy who taught her how to fly and thinks of him often.

As she looks back, she sees how very new she was to love and not aware of the different kinds of love. There is the love that many couples share and plan to share for the rest of their lives. But there was also the love of a mother.

Wendy believes as she grew older that in her youth she loved Peter differently then she loves him now. As she thinks of that night on the ship, she feels that now her heart has grown to love Peter in the way that a mother loves her child. She leaves her window open every night believing that Peter Pan will return and keeps her faith strong as mother would have with her runaway child. This night was no exception.

Wendy had just finished getting ready for bed that night after dinner and having a long conversation with her aunt. She then went up to her room to find the window closed and locked with the key nowhere in sight. Wendy immediately ran into the hall and called her aunt.

"Why yes dear, I did close the window and lock It." answered Aunt Millicent

"But why?" demanded Wendy, "And where is the key."

"Dear I will tell you in the morning," replied Aunt Millicent, "Right now it is too cold for a window to be open."

"But I need the window open!" insisted Wendy.

"What do you think that boy from your story will come through the window and whisk you away. Ha," laughed Aunt Millicent, "Authors."

"Would you just please tell me where the key is," asked Wendy

"Alright since you used please," gave in Aunt Millicent "It's downstairs, in the living room, in the lovely blue and red pot on the table."

"Thank you," Wendy said quite elegantly, "good night."

Wendy quickly went downstairs to retrieve the key. As she did, she did not notice the small banging at her bedroom window.