A New Adventure with Peter Pan
Chapter 1: A Taste of Life
A loud knock on the burgundy door rang through the vast household. The smacking persisted after a moment with a long hand that belongs to a slender middle aged woman.
"Sapphira! Get up!" she hollered into the door. "Now!"
Silence. The red head growled and opened the door.
Blue eyes opened slightly, irritated by the racket and sun. The owner of those eyes sat up and stretched while watching her guardian, who shuddered at the sight of her T shirt clad niece.
"Horrid." she stated, which wasn't what the girl was. Horrid meant unpleasant and offensive, and in this case it meant unpleasant looking. But Sapphira wasn't so, she was…different. True, her bronze skin didn't suit her bluish brown eyes like other females. Nor did the natural blue streaks in her long wavy black hair fit the normal being. However, just because it was unusual doesn't mean it's horrid. For Sapphira it was actually beautiful. Josephine was telling her so because she envied or simply disliked the child she cared for.
"Hurry up and get dressed for school, I don't want to see your face for too long." In fact, Josephine was the one who should be called horrid. She always wore dark purple make up around her eyes that completely unmatched her pasty skin so much that even when it's taken off she looks the same. Her dreaded burgundy locks were curled so tight on the top of her head that you would think it was a short mass of stringy red yarn. Josephine always wore dark red lipstick, and Sapphira could see it now, and the worst part of her was her heart; which was cruel and envious.
Standing out of bed, the teenager passed her fuming Aunt and opened an old wardrobe. Quickly, she dressed up in her blue hoodie and jeans and faced her guardian with a wrinkled nose. The damned perfume she wore smelled of rotten fish and roses, but Sapphira knew that if she spoke it she'd get a beating and walked out of the room. She really didn't feel like fighting today. Snatching a muffin and her messenger bag, she waited for the woman to say something to her.
"You better be home before sunset, girl." she shooed the younger one out of the house and twiddled her red hair. "Oh and I'm leaving for a party to night."
"Great…." muttered Sapphira sarcastically. Josephine frowned and stomped on the porch near Sapphira's foot.
"What was that?" she snapped bulging out her raccoon looking eyes. Sapphira said 'nothing' and the woman regain her composure. "Anyway, while I'm out having a good time.." she smiled evilly.
Having a good time indeed, I wonder whose old husband you'll be sleeping with tonight.…thought Sapphira.
"You'll fix your Uncle Richard some dinner." she finished. Sapphira cringed at the thought of being alone with the bald fat man called her aunt's husband. Whenever she was gone, he was drunk. It was never a pretty night. Though still untainted, she didn't want to risk it since he bought a whole crate of snifter the other day.
"What are you still standing here for?" broke out the blood haired female startling the raven and blue one. "Go to school!" She swung her arm to the girl and missed, immediately Sapphira ran off to the education building in London.
"Okay now class," stated Wendy Darling as she pulled out one of her books from home. "Today we have a special assignment on imagination." She watched as most of the class groaned in boredom and sighed herself. Her blue eyes saddened at the supposed children of the future. She just couldn't believe that they disliked the fun and fantasies of make believe. Almost anything they bring to her was from something they saw on television. It was killing her that even when they were kids they acted so uninterested in fairies and pixies...and possibly Peter Pan. Well...almost all of them. The teacher smiled at one of her students was staring out of the window, daydreaming as usual. Sapphira was different from her classmates. She didn't watch excessive T.V. and loved reading books. Wendy walked over to her spotting that she had her typical drawing and writing notebooks were out. The other students snickered at the fourteen year old oblivious to the teacher. But Wendy and Sapphira ignored them
"Sapphira?" the girl snapped her head to Wendy in alarm letting her black and blue hair sway in the air. The other kids laughed out loud.
"Wha?-I mean yes miss darling?" she stuttered making the classmates chuckle harder. But Wendy simply smiled as she stared into her russet and sapphire eyes. They reminded her of wonder and magic and adventures that made her day. The girl broke the stare though, and scrambled putting her two notebooks away. But Wendy took them gently away from her, intending to give it back after class
"Please pay more attention, and see me after class." Wendy whispered and went back to the front of the classroom. The students, after snickering, went back to the assignment as Sapphire sighed and listened attentively as Wendy revealed to them. It was a story about a young boy that never grew up and lived in a magical place called Neverland with indians, mermaids, fairies, little lost boys and pirates. The leader of which was the boy's arch enemy Captain Hook. And the boy's name was Peter Pan.
The children liked the story quiet well. Even though they saw the Disney animation of it when they were young. Especially the girls who wooed at the thought of Peter Pan and Wendy, each wishing they could be in her shoes.
Now before you even ask, no, these kids don't know that they were standing before one of the main characters in Peter Pan; Wendy. They call her miss darling because they thought it was better than Ms. Revant, carrying the last name of her husband. They also don't know that her first name is Wendy, which is something Sapphira would discover later by over hearing a conversation. And finally, even if they did, and this was in real life and not a story, they wouldn't believe she was the same girl in the tale going to a dream world in a star.
Wendy shook her head in amusement. Even when Peter wasn't there girls still fancied him. "How many of you want to meet Peter for personal relations?" she joked.
The girls, at the ages of 13 to 15, raised their hands as the boys rolled their eyes. Girls, prone to love romance, would probably love to be with a young boy on an island alone. Wendy counted.
"13.14…15...15 girls?"she asked.
Sapphira slowly raised her hand, but she didn't mean it for the reason stated. She wanted to have an adventure with Peter, to her it would be a privilege for just that in Neverland, and to have a personal relationship with him…she didn't know.
"Sapphira? You too?" Apparently Wendy thought other wise and the whole class turned to the girl. She was one of the few…I hate to use the term here…cough black people in the school. And was the only one who raised her hand in the class. This wasn't going to set out well.
"Umm….yes Mrs.Darling, but not just for Peter." she admitted. The girls around her narrowed their eyes. "I also wish to see Neverland, and possibly have an adventure of my own."
"That's very good, Sapphira." commented Wendy. The other girls huffed and whispered amongst themselves. Wendy caught on and changed the subject. "Which is better; Indians, pirates, fairies or mermaids?"
Sapphira sighed.
After class, only the two females stayed in the classroom. Wendy adjusted her light whitish blonde hair and watched Sapphira take her blue books into her backpack.
"Sapphira," navy eyes reconnected with auburn ones. "I know that your life is hard. But if you ever need somewhere or someone to go to, you know where I live."
"I know Mrs. Darling, and thanks." she paused before leaving. "Miss?"
"Yes?"
"Can I sleep over at your house tonight?" asked the teenager. Wendy blinked, surprised. It's not as if Sapphira can't; both her daughter and granddaughter had left the house when Jane moved. But the question was really why?
"Why?" asked the lecturer.
"Aunt Josephine is going out to a party today, leaving me alone with Uncle Richard." she whispered. Wendy smiled and nodded.
"Of course, now hurry home and get you things and I'll prepare my old room for you…" Wendy was cut off by Sapphira embracing her tightly.
"Oh thank you Mrs. Darling!" she hopped out of class. "See you later!"
"No problem, dear." she giggled as the girl raced down the halls.
"So…WHAT happened in class today?!" demanded Rachel, Sapphira's best friend. She had her hair in brown dread locks and wore a plaid pair of jeans with a red jacket. And lets just say she was wondering why all of the girls have been..cough Bitching about Sapphira actions.
"Nothing really…" Sapphira turned a sidewalk corner knowing the girl didn't believe her so she added. "I just raised my hand saying that I wanted to go with Peter to Neverland."
Rachel stopped. "Oh… So that explains it."
"Explains what?" Sapphira stopped walking and glared at her popular friend. She hated to be the center of attention, and she would break her friendship with the other if she said anything about her behind her back.
"Well, I heard that umm…" she bit her lip. "They said that you would never be able to see Peter or Neverland…"
"Why?" she gritted her teeth. Rachel cringed.
"Well…for one thing your not a Darling, nor related to Wendy in any way. And the other thing is that we might be a bit older than him so he might go for a younger girl. Unless he's 14 or 15. And finally….." the dread lock haired one stopped making Sapphira anxious.
"What? 'And finally…' what Rachel?" she pleaded.
"They…they don't believe Peter would go after a black girl." she then attempted to bustle pass her friend, but Sapphira grabbed her arm. Her blue and brown eyes filled with emotion as she stood there shocked.
"What?!" she spat.
"Sapphira, I'm sorry but I have to go. I can't control what they say. You know how some people are, and I…I just have to go home by myself now." Rachel snatched her hand back and bolted down the street, leaving a confused and hurt Sapphira to walk home.
The moment Sapphira walked into the green home, she froze at the strong smell of whisky. Crap…he's awake…. she thought.
A cubby man in his fifty's came into her view. He had a white sleeveless shirt that was no match for his huge gut and black hair on either side of his head but no hair on top. He has loose black pants and one bottle of alcohol that was nearly empty.
"Welcome home," Uncle Richard smiled, letting all of his yellow teeth be revealed to the girl. Sapphira scowled and walked past him, searching through the kitchen, she cursed finding no food for them. The man smirked and plopped himself down on one of the two chairs in the dining room. Looking over her shoulder at the drunk, she began to think.She needed to get to Wendy's house ASAP, but would he let her go? After leaving to go to the store for food, he'd be too angry to-
That was it! When she goes to the store, she could go to Wendy's! Turning abruptly she smiled. "We're out of food, Uncle Richard."
"Fuck." he muttered. Scrambling in his pants, he took out 40 dollars. "You go to the damned store and bring me something to eat, ya hear?"
"Yes, Uncle Richard." Sapphira took the money despite it's toxic smell. "I have to drop off my bags, it'll only take a second."
"I don't care if it'll only take a split second, just do what you gotta do and go to the store!" he roared and went into the living room. Sapphira smiled and ran off upstairs to her bedroom. Quickly, she gathered her clothes and personals… Which was a total of everything she owned in one suitcase and backpack. Slowly, she crept down the stairs and peeked in the living room. There sat Richard, watching television with another bottle of beer. How convenient for him to be drunk with his attention the screen facing away from the door that our main character was slowing opening.
Crrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeack
Sapphira froze at the unexpected sound and tensed up as she glanced at her intoxicated Uncle. He scratched his head tired and laughed at his show. Wasting no time, the girl closed the door and left the past she knew behind in the night. Through the streets of London, she walked to Mrs. Darling's house.
AN: Hi everyone! Wow…I never thought I'd do this. Especially a fanfic about the boy who never grew up…OH WELL lol But this really was made out of boredom, spring break boredom, whether or not it should continue is up to YOU. If you have any questions just put it in a review. For now I'll work on something else. (maybe the next chapter with Peter Pan!) Byes!
Solarity