*Okay, this is the first of many chapters. The rating doesn't
fit this chapter, it should be PG. Yet, have No fear! Later on,
it'll get to be PG-13
CHAPTER 1: THE CALLING OF WENDY What if you could escape...to a world without parents, grown-ups, and without having to grow up yourself? The only way you could escape is by being a child. And, you'll need one more thing to enter that world. You'll need a boy, who never grows up.
The night was cold and eerie during late December of the year 1905. The sky seemed salted with stars, and the few clouds sprinkled down flakes of white snow, which brushed the rooftops, streets, and sidewalks in London. Three story houses were all lined up next to each other. They each had a yard, and a garden house. The most interesting home from the eye is the one with the porch lights bringing the brightest comfort on the street. A cedar tree had no more leafs on it, and was standing by a beautiful stained-glass window on the third story. The window was open, the peach curtains lightly swaying in the wind.
A beautiful girl is standing near the window, her arms outstretched to a blowing leaf. She had just turned thirteen, and had the most beautiful sparkling green eyes. Her wavy, blonde and brown mixed hair went three quarters down to her waist. Her rosy cheeks with her perfect complexion looked ravishing. The girl had a round nose just the perfect size for her face, and the loveliest lips that a girl can own. She had a faint smile on her lips as she looked at the odd leaf.
The wind whispered her name as it blew the leaf closer to her. "Wendy." The wind whispered, "Wendy."
"WENDY!" A worried woman's voice cried. Wendy flipped around, noticing her mother standing among the detailed toys with an open jaw. Wendy grabbed the leaf and hid it behind her nightgown. "Don't lean over that window, you'll fall and break your neck." Wendy's mother, Mrs. Morgan, was the loveliest woman in London. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back in a loose bun, matching her dark brown eyes. She had a round nose like her daughter, and had a tiny smudge on her lip that was there since her first kiss. She wore a red, plain dress with a cream bodice. Mrs. Morgan was also the kindest, sweetest mother in town that the Morgan children knew.
Wendy walked to her mother, and lightly smiled. "Yes, but wouldn't it be just a dramatic way to die?"
Mrs. Morgan couldn't help but smile back at Wendy. "You've always had such a lovely imagination."
Wendy went to her peach bed; a canopy with very detailed paintings on each board. Her mother tucked her in, and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight mother." Wendy sighed.
"Goodnight, Wendy." Mrs. Morgan whispered. She blew out all of the lights and closed the window. Once she closed the window, Mrs. Morgan locked it.
Wendy sprang up in bed and cried, "Don't lock it!"
Mrs. Morgan looked at Wendy. "Why not?"
Wendy laid her head down on the peach pillow. "I just, prefer it unlocked."
"Yes." Mrs. Morgan looked at Wendy as she left the room. "Sleep well." Wendy closed her green eyes and almost drifted asleep. A sudden yell came from downstairs. Wendy jumped in her bed. Her eyes now wide open with surprise.
"Mary!" Mr. Morgan's voice rang out from the study. Under his glasses, two blue eyes were focused on sheets of paper with numbers and lots of writing. He looked up in frustration. His brown hair was slicked back, and he had a not too pointy nose. He was an average sized man at the time, and was, of course, taller than his family. "MARY!"
Mrs. Morgan ran down two flights of stairs to the study. "George, not so loud. The children are trying to sleep." Mrs. Morgan sat on a leather couch, touching the mahogany walls. "What is it?"
"We spend six pounds each week for food, times that by thirty-two pence for taxes, add the sum and multiply by the hours spent at the office..."
"George, why do you need me here?" Mrs. Morgan asked.
"I need to ask you a question. Could you come with me, to a dinner party at my boss's home? If we went, I could get a promotion, which means more money. And, if I make more money, then we could afford the fare for Ben and Harry's future in a university, and Wendy would marry someone of a high class, which means that her life will be spoiled with the high life that we've always wanted our children to have. And-"
"George! George! Settle down." Mrs. Morgan laughed. "I'll go. Since it is my liking for parties."
Mr. Morgan sighed with relief to her, but didn't show it. Mrs. Morgan walked up the stairs to their room.
"Goodnight, Mary." Mr. Morgan sighed.
"Goodnight George." Mrs. Morgan sighed, closing the brown door behind her.
Wendy felt that all was well, and tried to drift to sleep. But, another distraction made her eyes open. The window had opened by itself. Wendy looked puzzled at the window, and ran over to it.
"That's odd." Wendy murmured aloud. She closed it and walked back to her bed. Just when she closed her eyes once more, the window opened again. How could Wendy have known that the window was open? She heard the tiny bump and the wind blowing through the room. Wendy ran to the window, and looked out as puzzled as ever. "Hello?" she asked. She looked around for some creature, but nothing was there. Nothing, that is, what Wendy could see. The girl looked down to the streets, in the tree, and up in the sky, but yet no one was there. She closed the window, but would not dare lock it. Once she closed the window, a silhouette of a boy with hair flipped out everywhere appeared looking at Wendy through the window in the trees.
Wendy was asleep, tossing and turning with a confused look on her face. The window opened slowly and a boy flew in that you can't see enough to describe. All you can make out is his hair flipped out in all different directions and the odd leafs that Wendy found. He knelt next to the bed and whispered, "Wendy." Wendy stopped tossing in her sleep. "Wendy."
Meanwhile, a seven-year-old boy named Harry tiptoed out of his room. His red hair was neatly groomed and he had some freckles. Harry had blue eyes, like his father. He liked to pretend and listen to stories told by his sister. The only thing that Harry despised was taking baths! Yuck! He hated to take baths like every other seven-year-old boy. Harry was carrying his teddy bear as he walked down the dark hall. He first checked in Wendy's room.
"Wendy?" he whispered, being scared and all. Harry walked into Wendy's room and found a dark figure hovering over her. "AH!" he yelled. Wendy popped open her eyes and found a figure of a boy hovering over her. She sat up, her eyes wide, and her mouth slightly open. The boy flew back and jumped out of the window. The two children gasped and ran to the window, trying to find a body in the snow below. But, no body was there.
"What was that?" Wendy asked Harry.
Harry looked at Wendy, also scared. "I don't know." He said slowly.
Wendy closed the window and walked to her bed. Harry followed. "What are you doing here?" Wendy asked as she lit a nightlight by her bed.
"Ben wouldn't wake up, and I had the most awful dream, Wendy!"
"Can't you go to mother and father's room?" Wendy asked, a bit annoyed.
"I was going to go there, but I wanted to see what you were doing." Harry laughed, forgetting the figure.
"What do you think that I was doing!" Wendy rolled her eyes, smiling. You see the Morgan children are all best friends. Even Harry is considered as a best friend to Wendy and Ben.
"Sleeping?" Harry laughed.
"Yeah. Can I sleep some more? After all, it is Christmas Eve day today." Wendy laughed.
Harry looked at his sister, puzzled. "But, I thought that it's Christmas Eve day tomorrow?"
Wendy pointed to the clock, which read 2:44 a.m. "It's Christmas Eve day today."
"Oh! That means, presents tomorrow!" Harry cried with joy. Wendy nodded.
"Yes, and some tonight. Now, go to your own room." Wendy pushed her brother out of her room, hoping that he already forgot about the boy.
"See you in the morning, Wendy."
"Without a doubt, Harry." Wendy closed the door after Harry exited the room and fell asleep peacefully.
fit this chapter, it should be PG. Yet, have No fear! Later on,
it'll get to be PG-13
CHAPTER 1: THE CALLING OF WENDY What if you could escape...to a world without parents, grown-ups, and without having to grow up yourself? The only way you could escape is by being a child. And, you'll need one more thing to enter that world. You'll need a boy, who never grows up.
The night was cold and eerie during late December of the year 1905. The sky seemed salted with stars, and the few clouds sprinkled down flakes of white snow, which brushed the rooftops, streets, and sidewalks in London. Three story houses were all lined up next to each other. They each had a yard, and a garden house. The most interesting home from the eye is the one with the porch lights bringing the brightest comfort on the street. A cedar tree had no more leafs on it, and was standing by a beautiful stained-glass window on the third story. The window was open, the peach curtains lightly swaying in the wind.
A beautiful girl is standing near the window, her arms outstretched to a blowing leaf. She had just turned thirteen, and had the most beautiful sparkling green eyes. Her wavy, blonde and brown mixed hair went three quarters down to her waist. Her rosy cheeks with her perfect complexion looked ravishing. The girl had a round nose just the perfect size for her face, and the loveliest lips that a girl can own. She had a faint smile on her lips as she looked at the odd leaf.
The wind whispered her name as it blew the leaf closer to her. "Wendy." The wind whispered, "Wendy."
"WENDY!" A worried woman's voice cried. Wendy flipped around, noticing her mother standing among the detailed toys with an open jaw. Wendy grabbed the leaf and hid it behind her nightgown. "Don't lean over that window, you'll fall and break your neck." Wendy's mother, Mrs. Morgan, was the loveliest woman in London. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back in a loose bun, matching her dark brown eyes. She had a round nose like her daughter, and had a tiny smudge on her lip that was there since her first kiss. She wore a red, plain dress with a cream bodice. Mrs. Morgan was also the kindest, sweetest mother in town that the Morgan children knew.
Wendy walked to her mother, and lightly smiled. "Yes, but wouldn't it be just a dramatic way to die?"
Mrs. Morgan couldn't help but smile back at Wendy. "You've always had such a lovely imagination."
Wendy went to her peach bed; a canopy with very detailed paintings on each board. Her mother tucked her in, and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight mother." Wendy sighed.
"Goodnight, Wendy." Mrs. Morgan whispered. She blew out all of the lights and closed the window. Once she closed the window, Mrs. Morgan locked it.
Wendy sprang up in bed and cried, "Don't lock it!"
Mrs. Morgan looked at Wendy. "Why not?"
Wendy laid her head down on the peach pillow. "I just, prefer it unlocked."
"Yes." Mrs. Morgan looked at Wendy as she left the room. "Sleep well." Wendy closed her green eyes and almost drifted asleep. A sudden yell came from downstairs. Wendy jumped in her bed. Her eyes now wide open with surprise.
"Mary!" Mr. Morgan's voice rang out from the study. Under his glasses, two blue eyes were focused on sheets of paper with numbers and lots of writing. He looked up in frustration. His brown hair was slicked back, and he had a not too pointy nose. He was an average sized man at the time, and was, of course, taller than his family. "MARY!"
Mrs. Morgan ran down two flights of stairs to the study. "George, not so loud. The children are trying to sleep." Mrs. Morgan sat on a leather couch, touching the mahogany walls. "What is it?"
"We spend six pounds each week for food, times that by thirty-two pence for taxes, add the sum and multiply by the hours spent at the office..."
"George, why do you need me here?" Mrs. Morgan asked.
"I need to ask you a question. Could you come with me, to a dinner party at my boss's home? If we went, I could get a promotion, which means more money. And, if I make more money, then we could afford the fare for Ben and Harry's future in a university, and Wendy would marry someone of a high class, which means that her life will be spoiled with the high life that we've always wanted our children to have. And-"
"George! George! Settle down." Mrs. Morgan laughed. "I'll go. Since it is my liking for parties."
Mr. Morgan sighed with relief to her, but didn't show it. Mrs. Morgan walked up the stairs to their room.
"Goodnight, Mary." Mr. Morgan sighed.
"Goodnight George." Mrs. Morgan sighed, closing the brown door behind her.
Wendy felt that all was well, and tried to drift to sleep. But, another distraction made her eyes open. The window had opened by itself. Wendy looked puzzled at the window, and ran over to it.
"That's odd." Wendy murmured aloud. She closed it and walked back to her bed. Just when she closed her eyes once more, the window opened again. How could Wendy have known that the window was open? She heard the tiny bump and the wind blowing through the room. Wendy ran to the window, and looked out as puzzled as ever. "Hello?" she asked. She looked around for some creature, but nothing was there. Nothing, that is, what Wendy could see. The girl looked down to the streets, in the tree, and up in the sky, but yet no one was there. She closed the window, but would not dare lock it. Once she closed the window, a silhouette of a boy with hair flipped out everywhere appeared looking at Wendy through the window in the trees.
Wendy was asleep, tossing and turning with a confused look on her face. The window opened slowly and a boy flew in that you can't see enough to describe. All you can make out is his hair flipped out in all different directions and the odd leafs that Wendy found. He knelt next to the bed and whispered, "Wendy." Wendy stopped tossing in her sleep. "Wendy."
Meanwhile, a seven-year-old boy named Harry tiptoed out of his room. His red hair was neatly groomed and he had some freckles. Harry had blue eyes, like his father. He liked to pretend and listen to stories told by his sister. The only thing that Harry despised was taking baths! Yuck! He hated to take baths like every other seven-year-old boy. Harry was carrying his teddy bear as he walked down the dark hall. He first checked in Wendy's room.
"Wendy?" he whispered, being scared and all. Harry walked into Wendy's room and found a dark figure hovering over her. "AH!" he yelled. Wendy popped open her eyes and found a figure of a boy hovering over her. She sat up, her eyes wide, and her mouth slightly open. The boy flew back and jumped out of the window. The two children gasped and ran to the window, trying to find a body in the snow below. But, no body was there.
"What was that?" Wendy asked Harry.
Harry looked at Wendy, also scared. "I don't know." He said slowly.
Wendy closed the window and walked to her bed. Harry followed. "What are you doing here?" Wendy asked as she lit a nightlight by her bed.
"Ben wouldn't wake up, and I had the most awful dream, Wendy!"
"Can't you go to mother and father's room?" Wendy asked, a bit annoyed.
"I was going to go there, but I wanted to see what you were doing." Harry laughed, forgetting the figure.
"What do you think that I was doing!" Wendy rolled her eyes, smiling. You see the Morgan children are all best friends. Even Harry is considered as a best friend to Wendy and Ben.
"Sleeping?" Harry laughed.
"Yeah. Can I sleep some more? After all, it is Christmas Eve day today." Wendy laughed.
Harry looked at his sister, puzzled. "But, I thought that it's Christmas Eve day tomorrow?"
Wendy pointed to the clock, which read 2:44 a.m. "It's Christmas Eve day today."
"Oh! That means, presents tomorrow!" Harry cried with joy. Wendy nodded.
"Yes, and some tonight. Now, go to your own room." Wendy pushed her brother out of her room, hoping that he already forgot about the boy.
"See you in the morning, Wendy."
"Without a doubt, Harry." Wendy closed the door after Harry exited the room and fell asleep peacefully.