Peter Pan: The Next Generation
By: Dreamless_Mermaid
Chapter 1
A loud rasping sound went through the room. It stopped..then continued. The rasping eventually became louder and turned into a hard knock on the white wooden door. A woman's irritated voice floated through next.
"Wendy, if you don't get up I swear I'll pour a bucket of water on you!" A muffled groan sounded.
"All right, mum I'm up, I'm up! Geez.." A girl's voice said sleepily. Footsteps could be heard walking down a long hallway, turning a corner, then descending a flight of steps.
Wendy Darling opened her eyes slowly, willing them not to close. She sat up in her "bed", reluctantly leaving her soft blue pillow that she had molded to her liking behind. She stretched, yawned and looked to her left. Her midnight blue, almost black, shutters were closed but she could still see through the cracks. Wendy stood up, fixed her Rolling Stones nightshirt and walked to her shutters. She gripped one side and pulled hard, the shutter opening to reveal a dark sky.
'It's still early,' Wendy thought. 'TOO early if you ask me. But at least it's a clear morning.' She looked up to see the last of the diamond white stars twinkling against a curtain of black. She looked at each one of the stars, remembering that every night since she was six, she would sit in front of that very same window and just stare. Her eyes would roam the heavens, searching for a comet to wish upon. She would find a couple and wish but none of them ever came true. Wendy put a hand on the windowpane and looked down on the empty streets of her San Fransisco neighborhood. A light wind ruffled the tops of the trees and no lights were on in any of the surrounding houses. Everyone was sound asleep in they're bed, dreaming peacefully.
"Of course everyone would be asleep. No one in their right mind would be up at five-thirty in the morning on a Saturday." Wendy said miserably. She tore her eyes away from the street and instead roamed around the room. Where once her many posters of old rock bands hung on the white walls were now bare, where her dresser and bookshelf used to stand were gone along with her vanity and bed. The last of her things were in a large brown box that was next to her pink sleeping bag. Wendy suddenly looked at her wristwatch and saw the date. January fifth. She sighed heavily and with feeling.
"Well that's just bloody great. It's my last day in the states and I get to spend my birthday being shuffled from airport to airport. Oh what fun this will be." She added the last part with sarcasm and took out a set of clothes from the box and quickly dressed, tossing her nightshirt into the box. She then popped into the bathroom next door, brush in hand, and quickly brushed her wavy back length brown hair. Wendy started at her reflection, gazing at her face, her brilliantly bright blue eyes and her slender body. She didn't feel thirteen much less look it, Wendy mused. But she didn't have time to worry about that now. She went over her hair one last time and left the empty bathroom, flicking the light off on the way out.
She walked back into her room and bent down to begin to roll up her sleeping bag. Once that was accomplished she shoved it into the box along with her pillow. She impatiently pushed a strand of hair from her eyes as she stood up, box in hands, and slipped on her comfortable grey tennis shoes, not bothering to tie them up. She walked to the doorway and turned around to skim over her empty room one last time. Her eyes went to the spot where her bed had once resided and smiled at the memory of her sitting indian style with her little sister in front of her, the little girl's eyes wide with excitement. Wendy had told a story about pirates, mermaids, indians, and most of all about a boy who never wanted to grow up. She told this story quite frequently to her sister, Amanda, and occasionally the two would dress up and act out scenes that both of them knew by heart. Once in a while Wendy would add a few things to the end of the story and leave Amanda in suspense for the next night, where they would continue where they left off and make up new adventures. But those days were over as Wendy grew up, leaving her ten-year-old mind and stories behind her. She couldn't even remember how it went anymore and Amanda certainly couldn't recall either. She sighed and with those thoughts shut off the light and closed the door slowly, not wanting to look back.
Wendy carefully walked down the stairs, being cautious not to trip, and when she was safely down she walked into the kitchen . She then set the box down on the kitchen counter and tied her shoelaces. No sooner was she done then she was jumped on.
"Come on, Wendy! We can't be late for our plane! Can you believe it? We're moving to London!" A little voice said. Wendy looked down into green eyes that could only belong to her nine-year-old sister. Amanda looked up at her elder excitedly. Wendy rolled her eyes.
"Oh sure we'll have so much fun together, getting to go window shopping in airports." Amanda shrugged off Wendy's reply and beckoned her sister down to her level. Amanda hugged Wendy tight and kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear,
"Happy birthday, Wendy. Even if mum and dad don't remember you can always count on me to." She then skipped out the back door.
Wendy stood up and stared after Amanda. Every year since she was nine, her mother and father would forget her birthday because they were too busy or too wrapped up in anything important to get away. The only person who gave a care about Wendy's most important day was Amanda. She secretly guessed that Amanda was the favorite in the family, her parents (ESPECIALLY her mother) would always give the girl things and pay more attention to her like Wendy didn't even exist. But every year Amanda always managed to wish Wendy a happy birthday and she could never figure out why. In three more weeks her parents would finally remember, but they would give her a crappy excuse for a present. Wendy didn't really care anymore. She just wanted to get away from it all.
She picked up the box again and trudged out the back door to the small red taxi that was waiting patiently in the driveway.
"Where's dad?" Wendy asked her mother as Wendy put the box in the trunk of the taxi.
"He took the early flight out this morning and said he would meet us in the London airport tonight." Mrs. Darling explained. Wendy nodded.
"So explain to me again why we have to take two airplanes." Wendy said rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Because we can't take one plane across the country. You should know that by now, you've been to London plenty of times before." Mrs. Darling said irritably.
"Mother, I haven't been there in about eight years. The last time I went I was learning how to ride a bike." Wendy shot back. Mrs. Darling decided to change the subject by pulling lint from her daughter's violent pink and grey lava lamp shirt. Wendy tried to push her mother's hand away. "Mum, please stop. I know my shirt is dirty but I can't help it."
"Your clothes are so retro, Wendy dear. Your shirts are huge and your jeans are always so baggy. Don't you ever want to own a dress or buy makeup and go shopping?" Mrs. Darling asked with..was that hope in her eyes? Wendy, however, was positively disgusted. Buy makeup? Go shopping? Wear a DRESS?! Absolutely not.
"Mum, you know I don't do that stuff! You also know that I REVOLT dresses." Wendy nearly shouted.
"You're going to have to someday, Wendy. You can't be stuck in that..rubbish you call clothes forever," Mrs. Darling said quietly. "And don't shout, you'll wake the neighbors." Wendy's face was twisted in rage, her fists clenched tight, white and shaking. This was the last straw and Wendy had had enough. She was tired of her mother putting down her sense of style, her attitude, what she did and what kind of music she listened to. Mrs. Darling hated everything about Wendy it seemed. Mrs. Darling was so solely focused on her daughter's lacks that she was sometimes embarrassed to be seen with Wendy. Frankly she was sick of it.
"What's wrong with my clothes? I HATE shopping, I HATE makeup and I despise everything and anything to do with dresses. My sense of style is not rubbish and I refuse to change it, especially for you!" Wendy shouted, not bothering to take her mother's words to heart about waking the neighbors. She could care less if she didn't or didn't wake them, they were going to be gone in a few hours anyway. Her cheeks were turning red and angry tears formed in her crystalline blue eyes. She tried to hold them back, not daring to shed one tear in front of her mother. Mrs. Darlings' eyes darted around nervously and said in a deadly calm voice,
"Wendy Darling, I don't care what you say, you're going to have to grow up. Get over this silly fad you're in. You're already thirteen years old and it's time you started taking some responsibility." This time tears spilled over her cheeks and her heart skipped a beat. So her mother HAD remembered. Wendy pushed that thought aside and glared daggers at her mother.
"I WILL NEVER GROW UP! I WILL NEVER TAKE RESPONSIBILITY! I DON'T WANT TO AND I DON'T PLAN ON STARTING!" Wendy shouted at the top of her lungs. She whipped around and stalked to the back of the taxi. She rummaged around in the box, pulled out her cd player and went into the backseat of the car, slamming the door. She wiped her tears away, furious with herself that she let her mother see her weakness. Mrs. Darling stood rooted to the spot and blinked a couple of times before collecting Amanda from the house. Amanda jumped into the backseat next to Wendy while Mrs. Darling slid into the front passenger side.
As the taxi pulled out of the concrete driveway, Wendy turned up her music louder, The Beatles blasting in her ears. Amanda turned in her seat and waved to their house, Wendy refusing to look back as she had done with her room. The scarlet two-story victorian house slowly faded from view, and as the car turned a corner, the house disappeared completely.
Author's Notes: Hey guys! I hope you like chapter 1 of my story. Please go easy on me, as this is my first Peter Pan story. Reviews are always appreciated. See you in the next chapter!
~Dreamless_Mermaid~
By: Dreamless_Mermaid
Chapter 1
A loud rasping sound went through the room. It stopped..then continued. The rasping eventually became louder and turned into a hard knock on the white wooden door. A woman's irritated voice floated through next.
"Wendy, if you don't get up I swear I'll pour a bucket of water on you!" A muffled groan sounded.
"All right, mum I'm up, I'm up! Geez.." A girl's voice said sleepily. Footsteps could be heard walking down a long hallway, turning a corner, then descending a flight of steps.
Wendy Darling opened her eyes slowly, willing them not to close. She sat up in her "bed", reluctantly leaving her soft blue pillow that she had molded to her liking behind. She stretched, yawned and looked to her left. Her midnight blue, almost black, shutters were closed but she could still see through the cracks. Wendy stood up, fixed her Rolling Stones nightshirt and walked to her shutters. She gripped one side and pulled hard, the shutter opening to reveal a dark sky.
'It's still early,' Wendy thought. 'TOO early if you ask me. But at least it's a clear morning.' She looked up to see the last of the diamond white stars twinkling against a curtain of black. She looked at each one of the stars, remembering that every night since she was six, she would sit in front of that very same window and just stare. Her eyes would roam the heavens, searching for a comet to wish upon. She would find a couple and wish but none of them ever came true. Wendy put a hand on the windowpane and looked down on the empty streets of her San Fransisco neighborhood. A light wind ruffled the tops of the trees and no lights were on in any of the surrounding houses. Everyone was sound asleep in they're bed, dreaming peacefully.
"Of course everyone would be asleep. No one in their right mind would be up at five-thirty in the morning on a Saturday." Wendy said miserably. She tore her eyes away from the street and instead roamed around the room. Where once her many posters of old rock bands hung on the white walls were now bare, where her dresser and bookshelf used to stand were gone along with her vanity and bed. The last of her things were in a large brown box that was next to her pink sleeping bag. Wendy suddenly looked at her wristwatch and saw the date. January fifth. She sighed heavily and with feeling.
"Well that's just bloody great. It's my last day in the states and I get to spend my birthday being shuffled from airport to airport. Oh what fun this will be." She added the last part with sarcasm and took out a set of clothes from the box and quickly dressed, tossing her nightshirt into the box. She then popped into the bathroom next door, brush in hand, and quickly brushed her wavy back length brown hair. Wendy started at her reflection, gazing at her face, her brilliantly bright blue eyes and her slender body. She didn't feel thirteen much less look it, Wendy mused. But she didn't have time to worry about that now. She went over her hair one last time and left the empty bathroom, flicking the light off on the way out.
She walked back into her room and bent down to begin to roll up her sleeping bag. Once that was accomplished she shoved it into the box along with her pillow. She impatiently pushed a strand of hair from her eyes as she stood up, box in hands, and slipped on her comfortable grey tennis shoes, not bothering to tie them up. She walked to the doorway and turned around to skim over her empty room one last time. Her eyes went to the spot where her bed had once resided and smiled at the memory of her sitting indian style with her little sister in front of her, the little girl's eyes wide with excitement. Wendy had told a story about pirates, mermaids, indians, and most of all about a boy who never wanted to grow up. She told this story quite frequently to her sister, Amanda, and occasionally the two would dress up and act out scenes that both of them knew by heart. Once in a while Wendy would add a few things to the end of the story and leave Amanda in suspense for the next night, where they would continue where they left off and make up new adventures. But those days were over as Wendy grew up, leaving her ten-year-old mind and stories behind her. She couldn't even remember how it went anymore and Amanda certainly couldn't recall either. She sighed and with those thoughts shut off the light and closed the door slowly, not wanting to look back.
Wendy carefully walked down the stairs, being cautious not to trip, and when she was safely down she walked into the kitchen . She then set the box down on the kitchen counter and tied her shoelaces. No sooner was she done then she was jumped on.
"Come on, Wendy! We can't be late for our plane! Can you believe it? We're moving to London!" A little voice said. Wendy looked down into green eyes that could only belong to her nine-year-old sister. Amanda looked up at her elder excitedly. Wendy rolled her eyes.
"Oh sure we'll have so much fun together, getting to go window shopping in airports." Amanda shrugged off Wendy's reply and beckoned her sister down to her level. Amanda hugged Wendy tight and kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear,
"Happy birthday, Wendy. Even if mum and dad don't remember you can always count on me to." She then skipped out the back door.
Wendy stood up and stared after Amanda. Every year since she was nine, her mother and father would forget her birthday because they were too busy or too wrapped up in anything important to get away. The only person who gave a care about Wendy's most important day was Amanda. She secretly guessed that Amanda was the favorite in the family, her parents (ESPECIALLY her mother) would always give the girl things and pay more attention to her like Wendy didn't even exist. But every year Amanda always managed to wish Wendy a happy birthday and she could never figure out why. In three more weeks her parents would finally remember, but they would give her a crappy excuse for a present. Wendy didn't really care anymore. She just wanted to get away from it all.
She picked up the box again and trudged out the back door to the small red taxi that was waiting patiently in the driveway.
"Where's dad?" Wendy asked her mother as Wendy put the box in the trunk of the taxi.
"He took the early flight out this morning and said he would meet us in the London airport tonight." Mrs. Darling explained. Wendy nodded.
"So explain to me again why we have to take two airplanes." Wendy said rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Because we can't take one plane across the country. You should know that by now, you've been to London plenty of times before." Mrs. Darling said irritably.
"Mother, I haven't been there in about eight years. The last time I went I was learning how to ride a bike." Wendy shot back. Mrs. Darling decided to change the subject by pulling lint from her daughter's violent pink and grey lava lamp shirt. Wendy tried to push her mother's hand away. "Mum, please stop. I know my shirt is dirty but I can't help it."
"Your clothes are so retro, Wendy dear. Your shirts are huge and your jeans are always so baggy. Don't you ever want to own a dress or buy makeup and go shopping?" Mrs. Darling asked with..was that hope in her eyes? Wendy, however, was positively disgusted. Buy makeup? Go shopping? Wear a DRESS?! Absolutely not.
"Mum, you know I don't do that stuff! You also know that I REVOLT dresses." Wendy nearly shouted.
"You're going to have to someday, Wendy. You can't be stuck in that..rubbish you call clothes forever," Mrs. Darling said quietly. "And don't shout, you'll wake the neighbors." Wendy's face was twisted in rage, her fists clenched tight, white and shaking. This was the last straw and Wendy had had enough. She was tired of her mother putting down her sense of style, her attitude, what she did and what kind of music she listened to. Mrs. Darling hated everything about Wendy it seemed. Mrs. Darling was so solely focused on her daughter's lacks that she was sometimes embarrassed to be seen with Wendy. Frankly she was sick of it.
"What's wrong with my clothes? I HATE shopping, I HATE makeup and I despise everything and anything to do with dresses. My sense of style is not rubbish and I refuse to change it, especially for you!" Wendy shouted, not bothering to take her mother's words to heart about waking the neighbors. She could care less if she didn't or didn't wake them, they were going to be gone in a few hours anyway. Her cheeks were turning red and angry tears formed in her crystalline blue eyes. She tried to hold them back, not daring to shed one tear in front of her mother. Mrs. Darlings' eyes darted around nervously and said in a deadly calm voice,
"Wendy Darling, I don't care what you say, you're going to have to grow up. Get over this silly fad you're in. You're already thirteen years old and it's time you started taking some responsibility." This time tears spilled over her cheeks and her heart skipped a beat. So her mother HAD remembered. Wendy pushed that thought aside and glared daggers at her mother.
"I WILL NEVER GROW UP! I WILL NEVER TAKE RESPONSIBILITY! I DON'T WANT TO AND I DON'T PLAN ON STARTING!" Wendy shouted at the top of her lungs. She whipped around and stalked to the back of the taxi. She rummaged around in the box, pulled out her cd player and went into the backseat of the car, slamming the door. She wiped her tears away, furious with herself that she let her mother see her weakness. Mrs. Darling stood rooted to the spot and blinked a couple of times before collecting Amanda from the house. Amanda jumped into the backseat next to Wendy while Mrs. Darling slid into the front passenger side.
As the taxi pulled out of the concrete driveway, Wendy turned up her music louder, The Beatles blasting in her ears. Amanda turned in her seat and waved to their house, Wendy refusing to look back as she had done with her room. The scarlet two-story victorian house slowly faded from view, and as the car turned a corner, the house disappeared completely.
Author's Notes: Hey guys! I hope you like chapter 1 of my story. Please go easy on me, as this is my first Peter Pan story. Reviews are always appreciated. See you in the next chapter!
~Dreamless_Mermaid~