Peter Pan is Real

by Beatrice B

This story is about love, Passion, and growing up. This is from The Girl and Peter's point of view. It has been in my imagination for quite a while to write a grieving sort of adolescent Peter, because when Wendy left, he grew up some; she took some of his innocence away. He will constantly compare the two. Meanwhile The Girl is just trying to get used to the fact that he is real.

1. Peter Pan is Real

Peter Pan is Real

It was dark, 11:11 to be exact. My friend Alicia and I were walking down the street. We hadn't seen each other in a couple weeks. Our hands were full with shopping bags. Tomorrow I turn 18, December 16 I will be an adult. I know I don't want to grow up. I don't want to die. That means going off to college, getting a degree, getting married, having children… then nothing. Don't get me wrong, I do want to have kids, I do want to get married but… my life is going by WAY too fast. Currently Alicia and I are having a debate on Peter Pan, whether he is real or not.

"You never know, there could be parallel world where fiction is reality?" Her brown eyes bore into mine, full of amusement and motherliness. "There is no such things as fair-" I slam my hand onto her mouth. "Don't you dare finish that sentence! Every time you say that a fairy somewhere falls down dead."

In the darkness of the night a shadow danced on the rooftops, a sixteen-year-old boy crouched down on the odd building. I didn't know it then, but that was to be the last time I would see Alicia for many months, I didn't know it then but my life would change with the next words I uttered.

"I wish you were real Peter. I wish you could just fly me away to never land, I don't want to grow up."

The girls down below were having quite a talk. Tink's voice echoed in my head " She is pure of heart, she is kind; she is innocent – Peter she is like you." I groaned; No one was like me. Not even my Wendy. Wendy. My Wendy. " You need to let her go Peter, she died many decades ago. You need a new Wendy, You need someone who will stay with you, and you need that girl down below." I clench my fists. Then what that girl says floats up to my ears.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence! Every time you say that a fairy somewhere falls down dead!"

She believes, a lot more than Wendy did at her age, and she hasn't even met me yet. I can't forget Wendy. She will be with me forever. She even is wearing what Wendy wore when I first met her, a white night dress.

She is very pretty. Brunette hair with haunting blue eyes; she is short only 4'11, Her nose is a little big, bigger then Wendy's was. Her lips are plump and cracked. Cheeks flushed from the cold. She is curvier than Wendy. She has more of a stomach, not too much, a little chubby… sort of cherubic.

When she leaves her friend and starts walking, she is turning purple. Her hands are many colors. Her lips are purple. The cold seems to bite her bones, yet I feel only slight chill. I am going to land. I wonder how she will react when she figures out I am real.