I looked outside the window I haven't forgot about him but it seems like he have forgotten me. I can see his eyes and smell him like he was next to me. Sometimes I think I see him but it turns out to be a clawed just shaped like him. I miss him so much and I can't fly to Neverland by myself so I probably will never see him again so I just should stop looking and start to face facts he's never coming back to get me! I will never see him again. And I closed the window for the first time in weeks. I looked at it one last time then lie down on the bed. Ten minutes that was all. I ran to the window and opened it.
"Sorry!" I whispered to him like he could hear me. I went back to bed and fell asleep.
"Wendy dear, time to wake up, you have to go to school." Mum aka Mrs., Darling woke up Wendy carefully. (AN: sorry to interrupted but can someone please tell me what AKA stands for? Haha have no idea ;) thanks.) I sat up and looked at mum.
"Mother do you think he will come back?" Mum just looked at me and gave me a little smile.
"I don't know dear. Well get dressed now you have to hurry." She said and then woke my two brothers up. I walked over to the closet and scratched trough it. I stopped at the blue nightgown a tear fell like it have done so many times in the past weeks. I grabbed my school uniform and put it on.
"Wendy you have to go you start in ten minutes." Mum said and pushed me out the door I ran as fast as I could and I got in time just right.
"Well Students today you're going to tell a fantasy story about anything that you want! Let's start with Anne!" our teacher told us. Everyone in the class told a story about princesses and dragons (AN: sorry again but like it looks like in the movie from 2003 Wendy only goes in a class with girls.)
"Wendy now it's your turn!" I thought and decided to tell one of the stories I told my brothers when we just got home from Neverland.
"Once upon a time there was a boy named Peter. One night he overheard his parents talking about what he would be when he grows up. Peter didn't like the thought of that so he ran away. He ended up on as an orphan and there he met Tinkerbelle…" I continued the story. Just the second I looked out the window I saw a boy walk by it, he looked a lot like peter but I was presumably just fantasizing it. I continued but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Our teacher opened it and I felt my heart pounding harder and I started to smile and the tears were pushing to get out. The boy in the door was peter pan. I ran forward and hugged him and started to cry.
"Don't be sorry for closing the window. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting but…" He whispered in my ear but was interrupted of the teacher braking the huge.
"Wendy Darling I will see you after class!" The teacher yelled angrily at me. "And you young man should not be here!" She said and slammed the door in his face.
The lesson got by fast and I wished it would just be over faster. Finally the day was over; I was about to walk out the doors when our teacher called me.
"Wendy you will learn your lesson about interrupting my class! I will write a letter to your father." She did a sign to me that I could go and took up a pen and a paper. I was domed, but I didn't care for now all I could think about was Peter being here.
I walked out the school doors and looked around but didn't see Peter anywhere. Someone grabbed my shoulder and I turned around to see him.
"I thought you had forgotten me!" I said to him.
"I forget? No way! I have just been occupied and that's why I haven't come!" Peter said and we started walking home. We talked and laughed like old times. "Wendy, please help me!" Peter suddenly said.
"With what?" I asked. He looked down.
"I need help with getting a person out of Neverland!" He said and looked at me with big eyes.
"But isn't Hook long gone?" He just looked down again.
"It's not Hook it's a girl that have taken your place as the mother." He said in a low voice but that didn't help. I felt the tears wanting to get out but I didn't let them, I felt my heart break like before. How could he just come here thinking I would help him after breaking my heart? But he wouldn't have come at all if it wasn't something big.
"What's wrong with her too nice?" I said he looked at me surprised.
"She isn't nice at all she's mean and doesn't read stories or tell them she just sit there and are doing nothing!" He explained. I thought about it and decided to help him.
"Fine I'll help you!" I said as we had just got home. I opened the door and walked inside peter didn't fallow me. I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.
"Wendy Darling get in here now I need to talk with you!" my father said in a loud voice, oh no the letter. I walked into the kitchen still holding Peters arm. Both my mum and dad gasped when they saw I was holding his arm.
"So that's way you interrupted class today?" My mother said in a soft voice and she gave me a smile. My father looked angry and choked.
"Well I had to! If you know who this is you would understand." I said to them. I looked at peter he looked like he wanted to go but I didn't let go of his arm.
"Then who is this?" My father asked. I looked at Peter to see if it was okay and he did a sign that it was.
"This is Peter Pan." I said in a slow voice. My mother walked up to him and hugged him and I don't know why??? My father was red in the face of angriness.
"I will not tolerate this madness anymore!!!" He yelled just as my brothers walked through the door. They both gasped.
"Peter Pan?"Was all my brother John could ask? Michael just stood there he had just "forgotten" about him.
"John and Michael go to your room now!" Commanded my father!
"And take Peter with you, please dears."My mum said and gave them a little push for the stairs I let go of peters arm and he fallowed them. We gave each other a look before he went upstairs.
"Young lady I will not tolerate this nonsense any more you will have your window closed at night and I don't want to hear another word about Peter Pan!" He said Peters name with disgust. My mother just gasped.
"No…" My tears started to fall. "If I can't do what I want I'll runaway!" I shouted out before thinking.
"Wendy?" My mother looked at me with big chocked eyes.
"Runaway then because as long as you live under my roof you fallow my rules!" He yelled. I ran upstairs were John, Michael and Peter sat and had listened to every single word.
"You won't runaway will you?" Michael asked.
"Of cures she won't. Or will you?" John asked.
"I'll help Peter in Neverland and then I will think about it!" I said in a low voice so my father wouldn't hear.
"Well let's get going! I mean flying!" Peter said and stood up.