Author's Corner:
Hey! It's Jenny here! I hope u like it! R&R! This is a Pendy FanFiction and it's from after the 2003 movie. It's from Wendy's point of view and she's fourteen now, two years after her adventure with Peter. Pretty soon the story will unravel itself, because it might not be making much sense right now. Just keep reading!!
Song for the Chapter: Misery Business by Paramore
Song for the Story: Absolutely (Story of a Girl) by Nine Days
I slammed the door and burst into tears, diving onto my queen bed and burying my head into a soft white pillow
I slammed the door and burst into tears, diving onto my queen bed and burying my head into a soft white pillow. I could hear my parents screaming at each other from downstairs. I reached over to the bedside table and pulled my iPod out of the iHome and plugged the headphones in. I searched through all of my songs until I found the perfect one. Misery Business, by Paramore. It was an American song, but I was fond of Americans. Not even fifty seconds into the song my two brothers barged in, trying to look important. They always did this when they needed something from me.
"Hi Wendy." Michael said. I couldn't hear him through my headphones. John reached over and tapped on my head. I paused the iPod.
"What do you want this time?" I asked, exasperated.
"Tell us the story about Peter, will you? We don't remember our time with him as well as you do." Michael said, sitting on my bed. I took my headphones off.
"Peter?" I was confused. Who in the devil was Peter?
"Peter Pan! What other 'Peters' do we know?" John said.
Peter Pan… That name was so familiar… I felt a nostalgic feeling in the pit of my stomach. But it was weird, because I didn't know who or what I was missing. Who was Peter Pan? It was an odd name. Maybe it was a new American pop star, like Hannah Montana.
"Wendy?" Michael said. But it sounded like more of a question.
"Who is Peter Pan?" I asked. The jaws of both of my little brothers dropped to the floor.
"Haha. It's not quite April Fools' Day Wendy." John said with a chuckle. He obviously thought the whole situation was funny. Michael laughed along.
"Yes Wendy, we know you remember." Said Michael. I groaned. It made me angrier than I already was that my brothers were sharing a private joke, as if they were taunting me.
"If your name is John or Michael you have three seconds to get out of my room before I blast your bottoms off to Neverland!" I yelled. The boys' faces lit up.
"I knew you remembered Wendy!" Michael said, throwing his arms around me. John grinned. What were they talking about? Neverland was a name I had just made up to threaten them. Or was it… Why had I felt like I had heard that name before? Why did I feel so empty, as if I was missing out on something extraordinary?
"Just leave." I said, exasperated. John opened his mouth to protest, but I quickly put my iPod into the iHome and blasted some Cheetah Girls song. I don't think I've ever seen two little boys run faster.
If you're wondering why I was mad, I'll tell you why. And it seems crazy, but it's 100 true. You see, I'm not sure why, but ever since I was twelve years old, I've been failing school. I used to be a star student. Teachers loved me! But then something happened, and my brothers and I disappeared for a whole entire summer! They tell me that I need to keep it a secret, but I honestly don't remember what happened. I was only a child then. Now, I'm an adult. So anyways, I was failing school ever since I came back from that disappearence. I'm not sure why, but I got in trouble all the time and I just wasn't focused. I used to have dreams about beautiful mermaids and an annoying and stubborn fairy. And there was always a boy. In these dreams, I never knew his name. But he was a regular in my head at nights. We would be on a magical island and we were always doing something adventurous. In these dreams, I was always in love with him. But now, I just get nightmares. I miss this boy. I get nightmares about crocodiles that tick, and pirates who always want me and these poor, innocent little boys who are always dressed like animals. My Aunt Millicent recently came to visit with my parents. She's a strict aunt. She found out about my poor grades, and she threw a fit. I happened to overhear her and my parents talking. They were talking about adoption. For me. They wanted to disown me. Although my mother wouldn't hear for it, it still upset me that my aunt would even bring up such a thing, and that my father would actually consider it. I hated them all!
"Wendy?" My mother's golden-honey voice dances through the door cracks and reaches my ears. I love my mum's voice. But right now, I just want her to go crawl under a rock.
"What do you want?" I grumbled.
"Wendy Moira Angela Darling, you unlock this door this instance!" That isn't my mother's voice. That cold, granite, dreary voice belongs to my horrid Aunt Millicent.
"Bite me." I reply. Aunt Millicent banged her fist against the wood.
"Wendy! You little brat! I told you that you should put her up for adoption Elizabeth!" Aunt Millicent growled, probably hoping that I would overhear. I just turned up the volume of "Misery Business". I would much rather be abducted by martians for the rest of my life than see Aunt Millicent's cruel face. Honestly.
That's when the lightbulb turned on inside of my head. Literally, it was a brilliant plan. I would run away! It was perfect. I turned up my iPod louder so that my mum and Aunt Millicent couldn't hear me scurry around my room packing a backpack for myself. I glanced at the "EMERGENCIES ONLY!!" credit card on my dresser. This was an emergency. I was going to live on my own, isn't that an emergency enough? Of course it was! I grabbed it and stuck it in my pocket.
"Wendy! This isn't funny anymore!" Mum yelled, pounding on the door. I could tell she was exhausted. God, let her be exhausted! I don't care!
I wrote a quick note to my mum and dad.
Mum and Dad (and maybe even you Aunt Millicent),
I'm running away. I might as well save you the trouble of disowning me. I've heard about orphanages. They aren't very fun. I've packed everything I need, including the credit card. Running away is emergency enough. And let Father through a fit, I don't care. I'm off on my own now.
Don't forget to do my chores. Nana needs washing with extra shampoo, and bath her every other day instead of once every week. And John and Michael love to listen to stories. Please don't forget to tell stories to them. Their favourite is the story of how a magical boy had an epic fight against his mortal enemy Captain Hook. I can never remember how it goes, so they will probably have to do most of the telling. They also like Jack and the Beanstalk and we always save Snow White for Sunday nights. They might talk about what we did in that summer that we disappeared. It's a very entertaining story, and it changes every time, but it's untrue.
Don't come looking for me. I don't want you to. I would end this note with an "I love you", but I don't. You hurt me. I was your only daughter. Don't call the police. Just forget about me. I'll be fine.
Wendy Moira Angela Darling (No longer your daughter)
I smiled sadly and placed the letter gently on my pillow. Then, taking my backpack, I opened the huge window next to my bed. There was a tree that I could used to climb down. I dropped my backpack and inched onto a big branch. I didn't remember it ever being hard to climb... I guess it just came with being older. As I got to the bottom of the tree, I grabbed my backpack and ran as far away as I could. I got tired pretty soon. It was dark outside. I could barely see my house, but I ran into a dark alley just in case my parents were looking for me. I walked through the dark alley, passing tons of crazy people who all stared at me and laughed. This made me run faster.
I reached a park. It seemed like the perfect place to stay the night. I found a nice bench under a big apple tree and sat down. I unzipped my backpack and pulled out a picture. It had been taken the day before the first day of school. In it, my family and I were standing on the porch outside of my house. I had my arms reached out around John and Michael, who were to my left and right. Behind me, my mother had her arms on my shoulders. She looked so beautiful. I remember wanting to grow up just like her. My father was looking at her in awe. Like she was a beautiful creature he couldn't understand. I felt that way about her too. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.
"Don't cry Wendy." A soothing voice said from the apple tree.