The following events took place in 1920,
Years before Wendy came into the picture.
It was sunset, the loveliest sunset I have ever seen. The sun's vibrant color bounced of the white clouds, creating a most beautiful rainbow across the light blue sky. The moon shined patiently, waiting for the sun to disappear so it could silently take hold of the night. I wondered if the moon and sun are friends, even though they are so unlike each other. I-mean-they-both-light-up-the-sky-but-then-again-the-moon-takes-a-day-off-every-once-in-a-while.I-guess-the-sun-does----------
"Elizabeth..." My mother whispered quietly, I didn't hear it.
Too.When-the-clouds-are-in-the-sky-and-it's-gloomy-and-grey-is-when-the-sun-takes-a-break. Oh-how-I-wish---------
"Elizabeth..." My mother repeated, slightly louder. I still didn't hear her.
The-sun-never-took-a-break. OH. But-then-there-would-be-no-winter,-which-means-no-snow,-and-that-would-be-positivily horrible-------
"Elizabeth!" Her voice bellowed through the room, and her pale face flushed a bright pink. She's a very quiet person, so she isn't used to talking loudly, unlike my father on the other hand----
"Maria! Maria, please get the children in bed. I paid good money for this play, and I don't intend for /our/ seats to be given away to crazy baboons!" My father rushed in the door. His tie perfectly tied on his neck, and not a piece of dog hair on his trousers. Yet again, there wouldn't be, for we didn't have a dog! My father's allergic, yet he absolutely adores our cat 'Mr. Duke', who can usually be found strewn across the bed across from mine. My mother never again did have a child, yet we have two beds. It's quite strange.
It's nice though, for the bed closest to our giant glass window has the most beautiful view of the rooftops of London. At night everything is so very peaceful and calm, it's the perfect image to see before you go to sleep. It just guarantees good dreams.
I looked at my father, who seemed to be talking the whole time. Ranting, more like it.
"---I mean dearest. She need's to be punished. Slacking off like that. It's disrespectful!"
"But, Honey, she was doing nothing wrong."
Oh yikes, what did I do this time.
I was horrified yet awfully humored. Seeing my parents argue left me with giggle fit's after they leave. My father towers over my mother at 6 foot 1', and seems to always be yelling with a certainty that everything he says is the most important thing in the world. My mother, on the other hand, is small, fragile, and timid, yet, awfully stubborn. They fit perfectly together. They started for the door, and were about to leave, when all four eyes rested on me. My mother spoke first.
"We need to go. Will you be okay with getting ready by yourself tonight?"
I nodded, and my father patted my head, frowning when a piece of curly blonde hair attached itself to his hand. It refused to come off until he rubbed it against my favorite velvet-cushioned chair.
I waited quietly, like a good daughter should, until they finally left the building. Once they were gone, I breathed out slowly, sighing with relief. I grabbed the chair (The small strand of hair still attached) and set it down near the window, so I could sit and have a perfect view of the night sky, now that the sun had set. I continued rambling inside my head about the relationship between the sun and the moon, and how it may affect the world, until I became incredibly tired. With the rest of my strength I replaced the chair to its usual spot, and then I collapsed on my bed, snuggling between my warm covers.
I must have fell asleep right away, for I don't remember hearing a window opening, or a door either. Yet, when I woke up, I knew it wasn't my father and mother who had entered the house while I was asleep. It was a boy, maybe around 13 or so, in tattered clothing.
I was terrified, what did he want with me? Did he have a weapon? Do I have a weapon? Are my parents home yet? Where's the nearest phone?' Questions filled my mind, what to do, what to do.
I reacted on instinct. I let out a blood-curling scream as I hopped out of my bed, my eyes wide with fear. I pushed the boy on the ground and tried to run out of the room, but end up sprawled on the ground when I trip over my dressers bottom drawer, which I accidentally left open earlier today.
The boy looked at me, my face as pale as new fallen snow, and laughed.
His eyes twinkled like a distant star.