Hey guys! This is my first story so it'll probably suck. But anyway, TRY to enjoy.
Iris Darling looked out her window. She tried to guess where the second star to the right would be. There were so many. Ah! She spotted it, but would it still be the same in Massachusetts? She loved looking out to the night sky, especially during the full moon, where the moon light struck through her window.
She had a deep love for Peter Pan. She always believed that he would come for her. As she got older though she grew tired of waiting and her faith in him faded. She wanted desperately to fly out the window and have numerous adventures with him. But she couldn't.
She sat up and hugged her knees. She was the first child to Emma and Rupert Darling out've two. She had constantly heard stories if him as she grew up. Especially from her grandmother (Who had recently passed away) Margaret. She would whisper to her every night before she went up to bed, "Peter will come back, matter where you live." Iris would ask her how he'd come back, but Margaret would just shake her head and smile, leaving her confused with a nervous feeling in her stomach as she walked up the stairs to her room.
She missed her grandmother very much. Margaret would often tell Iris how much she looked like Wendy, Iris's great-grandmother. It would be the best compliment she would ever hear.
But Iris still longed to leave; no matter how many times her parents would tell her he didn't exist and how much faith she had lost. She felt as if he would come, as if he were coming, but was just lost. Like he needed some help.
Iris was thinking before she fell asleep, if he would remember Margaret or John or Michael, or even Wendy. But she hoped, that he would remember Wendy.