The key to her heart
Authors Note: Hi! My name is Lucy and I am the author of this story. Please R&R and make my day!
Wendy sighed, staring longingly at the night sky. The stars shone like secrets untold, laughing...teasing her, almost. She didn't mind. She found comfort in them and one particular star, which twinkled deep with in her heart. Wendy gazed in fascination, her chin propped up in her hand and her hair tumbling down her back in loose curls, swaying gently in the winter breeze. But something was missing. He was missing...and he wasn't coming back. Wendy blinked back her tears, trying to summon her inner strength and not scream in frustration. It's your fault, she scolded, you let him go. It was true. She had let him go. Not on her own free will of course, but she'd had to. For the sake of her parents and her brothers. If he'd kept on visiting, then she'd never have been able to forget. He would have made it so much harder, she knew he could have. Besides she didn't mind growing up any more...did she?
"Wendy?" A small voice murmured. Wendy turned to look behind her and found herself facing her little brother. Not so little. Or so he thought. She smiled at Michael's toussled hair and sleepy expression.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Is Peter ever coming back?" Michael's pleaded with her, as he clambered onto Wendy's lap. His sister looked away from him, not wanting him to see the acceptance in her eyes.
"Maybe, Michael...maybe."
Wendy growled silently and continued smiling, even though her cheeks were aching painfully. She tried to appear excited by the prospect of meeting yet another suitor, as it would have disappointed Aunt Millicent("OH darling...I'm so proud!)if she'd done otherwise. But the very thought of seeing yet another suitor, most likely over 7 years older than her, made her stomach churn in an unpleasant manner.
"There darling, you look simply fabulous!"
Wendy snapped out of her thoughts and looked into the mirror infront of her. She winced. She was...a cream puff! If this was what the ladies of today considered fashion, then they'd better get their heads checked. Wendy was covered from head to toe in pink frills! She looked simply ridiculous. The dress was far too big for her and there were so many puffsof material and ribbons, that it looked like they'd been added for the sake of it. Plus her sides were stinging painfully from the corset she was wearing. She looked ill. Her face was so pale, that is was almost see through and her cheeks were bright red and not to mention sore from being pinched constantly by her aunt. Her hair looked greasy from the amount of creams rubbed into it and it was piled onto her head like a hill.
"Well...say something dear!" Aunt Millicent said, grinning stupidly and placing the mirror down on the dressing table. Wendy opened her mouth to answer, but was spared having to do it when her father burst into the room.
"Martha...Wendy...Mr. Brian has cancelled the meeting!" He gasped, clutching his chest.
"He WHAT!" Auntie shrieked, dropping her comb and gasping in horror.
"Well, apparently, James, or whatever his name is, has found a better girl to be his wife!"
Mr. Darling fumed, snorting slightly, "Who could be better than our Wendy?"
"Probably some rich girl...who has a father whom is successful at small talk!" Martha whispered angrily, her eyes flashing at her brother, who rolled his eyes.
"Now, now, don't bring that up again--"
"WHY NOT!" Martha yelled, "IF YOU'D BEEN ANY GOOD AT ANY TYPE OF SMALL TALK THEN MAYBE WE WOULD HAVE FOUND YOUNG WENDY A SUITOR YEARS AGO!"
"DON'T MAKE ME OUT TO BE USELESS! YOU AREN'T THE ONE WHO HAS TO SMALL
TALK, YOU AREN'T PUT IN AN AWKWARD POSITION! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?
HELLO MY NAME IS GEORGE DARLING, WOULD YOUR SON MARRY MY DAUGHTER? OH WHAT A JOLLY CONVERSATION THAT WILL BE!"
"DON'T BE SILLY GEORGE! I WOULD SMALL TALK FOR YOU, BUT I AM A LADY AND IT WOULD BE IMPROPER!"
"WELL, I--"
"STOP!" Wendy shouted, jumping to her feet and glaring at her father and aunt. Both of the adults spun around to face her, shock and realisation dawning on their faces. "Stop it both of you! You're acting like a couple of children! Why doesn't anyone ask my opinion on this matter? How come you get to decide when I marry? Why do you get to pick my husband? I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP! I DON'T WANT A HUSBAND! I HATE YOU BOTH!"
Feeling hot tears pour down her cheeks, she buried her face in her hands and ran out of the room. She continued running, not daring to look back, untill she reached her bedroom where she slammed the door shut. Leaning against the door, she let out a small sob and slid to the ground. She felt like a damsel in distress. In a fairy tale...in one of her stories. Except her story didn't end happily ever after, for she didn't want any of the knights in shining armour who'd come to rescue her...no, there was only one knight for her. And where was he? In another world. Gone. She couldn't reach him and he'd probably forgotten all about her.
"Hello Wendy."
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