Peter Pan: The Next Generation
By: Dreamless_Mermaid
Chapter 2
"Daddy!" Amanda squealed as she ran into her father's arms. Mr. Darling picked up his youngest daughter and held her close to him. He pushed a stray of Amanda's white-blonde hair behind her ear.
"How were the plane rides?" Mr. Darling asked his wife, Wendy right behind her.
"They were all right. A little turbulance on the way to New York but nothing major." Mrs. Darling said giving Mr. Darling a quick kiss.
"I absolutely loved the plane ride here, daddy! They played a movie and gave me a snack box, made specially for me." Amanda said, who was now back on the ground. Mr. Darling smiled and looked over at Wendy, who was gazing off in the distance.
"You're awfully quiet, Wendy. Something wrong?" He asked. Wendy snapped her attention to her father and blinked.
"Oh no, nothing's wrong, dad. I'm fine." She said giving a small smile. Although Wendy sometimes hated her mother and was annoyed with Amanda, she loved her father dearly. Mrs. Darling was the criticizing type, especially toward Wendy. Amanda was the annoying little sibling who had to do everything you did and bounce all over the place and got away with a lot more things. But Mr. Darling was, thankfully, none of those things. He would never yell at Wendy when he was angry and he would always seem to know what was wrong. Granted he practically always forgot about important things and never remember unless someone told him, but that was just the way he was, Wendy guessed.
The family walked out of the waiting area and went to retrieve their luggage. They walked out of the airport after getting their luggage and into a taxi that Mr. Darling called. Again Wendy sat in the backseat along with Amanda but this time Mr. Darling sat with them while Mrs. Darling took the front seat. The little yellow taxi sped across the highway. Wendy gazed at the scenery and decided that London was her favorite place to be at wintertime. About fifteen minutes later, the taxi left the highway and turned a corner into a quiet little neighborhood. It soon pulled up into a driveway and Wendy practically jumped out of the car. She looked up and squinted her eyes so the sun would not invade them.
She stared up at a pleasant two-story narrow house that was built with red bricks and held a magnificent oak front door. On the first story were two windows, one on the left and one on the right and the same was on the second story.
"What an ancient looking house. Are we going to live here?" Wendy asked, turning to her father. Mr. Darling smiled proudly.
"We sure are. We wouldn't live anywhere else, considering the fact that your mother used to live here." Mr. Darling replied.
"*You* lived here, mum?" Wendy asked amazed.
"When I was growing up, yes. Your great-grandmother Wendy used to live here also. Along with her children and your grandmother." Mrs. Darling said, staring up at the house.
"Wait, great-grandmother? I'm named after her?" Wendy asked.
"Of course, dear. It's tradition in our family to name the first born girl Wendy, also to keep the Darling name." Her mother said.
"I never knew that. What was she like?" Wendy asked.
"Who, dear?" Mrs. Darling asked, confused.
"My great-grandmum! What did she look like, what did she do for fun, that kind of stuff." Wendy said still gazing up at the house.
"You look exactly like her. Granted she didn't wear anything that atrocious, you two were exactly alike in every way. Even the gift of story telling had been passed down to you." Mrs. Darling said helping Amanda and Mr. Darling pull the luggage out of the trunk. Wendy blinked. So *that* was where she got her stories from. Wendy thought she just had a knack for it and a great imagination, but now that she knew her great-grandmother had once possessed it, she was intrigued.
Wendy averted her gaze to the front door, took a step forward and opened it. She stuck her head inside the grand foyer to find a wooden floor, the living room to her right and a huge dining room to her left. She soon ventured inside and her shoes echoed in the empty house. Directly in front of her greeted a staircase that went up and took a sharp curve to the left. Wendy litterally ran up these stairs, turned the corner, ran up the last few set of stairs and came to a halt when she saw the long hallway. A large window over looking the street was at the end. From a distance Wendy could tell that it was dirty and was in desperate need of a good washing, as if it hadn't been cleaned for years. She took a step forward and slowly walked down the hallway, looking left and right. When she got to the end she discovered that there were six doors all together: three on the left and three on the right. The very last door on her right was the one she decided that she wanted to explore. She gripped the white know, turned it, and pushed it open.
The first thing Wendy noticed when she walked into the room was the very large window, larger than the one that was at the end of the hallway. It wasn't like anything she had ever seen. It wasn't bare like ordinary ones, but had beautiful colored glass pane that when the sunlight hit it just right, all of the blue's, green's, red's, yellow's and purple's reflected to the back wall.
"Beautiful," Wendy breathed when she noticed this. She stood to admire it for a moment when suddenly she saw a flicker of light streak by the window. She stared but pushed it aside when she realized that it must have been the sun. There it was again! Only she saw a small ball of sparkle hover in front of the window. This time she knew it wasn't the sunlight playing tricks on her. She ran to the window, fumbled with the lock and threw it up. By the time it was successfully open, she stuck her head outside and looked left and right. Then she turned around and looked up to the sky. The small sparkle of light had gone. Wendy sighed, her eyes filled with disappointment. She pulled her head back inside and continued to look around the room.
Two minutes later, footsteps came bounding up the stairs and Amanda entered her small green backpack in her hand.
"Oooo I like this room. I wonder which one it was when grandma Wendy lived here." Amanda said.
"It was the nursery, it still is, and she's your great-grandmother," Mrs. Darling said, entering the room also. Amanda's eyes lit up.
"I want this room!" She cried. Wendy turned sharply to face her sister.
"No way, you little creaton! I claimed it first!" Wendy said.
"Says who?" Amanda asked putting her hands on her hips.
"Says me! And the fact that it has a large, colorful window." Wendy said, jerking her head toward the still open window. Amanda stomped her foot in protest. She turned to Mrs. Darling.
"Mum, please make Wendy give me the room. It fits me so well! It even has pink wallpaper!" Amanda pleaded. Wendy rolled her eye. There was no use in trying to argue over it now, seeing as how Mrs. Darling always gave Amanda anything she wanted. But to Wendy's surprise, Mrs. Darling shook her head no.
"No on is going to get it. Well unless I have another baby, but that is not going to happen anytime soon. This is the *nursery*. Not and actual bedroom." She said. Wendy folded her arms over her chest. Amanda did the same.
"Where did you sleep?" Wendy asked.
"What do you mean, dear?" Mrs. Darling asked.
"Where did you sleep when you lived here?" Wendy asked again.
"I resided....well here."
"Then why can't I?" Wendy asked.
"And me?" Amanda copied.
"All right fine. You can stay. *Both* of you can since you both seem to want it so badly." Mrs. Darling said. Wendy and Amanda looked at each other positively horrified.
"I'm NOT sharing a room with her!" Wendy shouted pointing a finger at Amanda.
"Likewise!" Amanda shouted. Mrs. Darling shrugged and began to back out of the room.
"Suit yourselves. But if neither of you are willing to share then no one will have the room." She said and left. Wendy and Amanda glared daggers at each other, emerald green eyes piercing into crystalline blue ones. Then Amanda's glare turned into a pout.
"I want the room! Can't you just give it to me? Pink's not you're color anyway." Amanda whined.
"I don't care about the color of the bloody wallpaper! I like it because, call me crazy-" Wendy said.
"Gladly," Amanda muttered. Wendy heard it but chose to ignore her and moved on.
"Call me crazy but something is calling me here. I feel like I'm meant to be here. I mean you know what I'm talking about. You told me you felt like, in some way, that my stories were true. Remember that?" Wendy asked, leaning up against the closest wall. Amanda blinked.
I remember those. About the mermaids, the indians and the pirates right? Yeah, I guess I can see where you're coming from. Well instead of one getting the room and one not and being sulky about it, why don't we just do this..." And so Amanda launched into a full-fledged compromise. About an hour later the girls left the room, skipped down the stairs and into the living room where Mr. and Mrs. Darling were examining the floorboards. Wendy then went into explaining that she and Amanda were going to share the nursery. Then when Wendy was old enough, she was going to move into the bedroom across the hallway. Mr. and Mrs. Darling were glad that Wendy and Amanda finally came to an agreement and both went upstairs to explore further, Amanda tagging along with them.
Wendy went outside and wrapped her arms around herself. The sun was starting to sink and a few scattered clouds had hidden it, patches of sunlight shining through the puffs. Wendy smiled and kicked a piece of snow gently. She liked this place so far and had a feeling she was going to have many adventured here. She laughed under her breath and shook her head. Wendy then turned around and went back inside, closing the door behind her. However she was unaware of a figure's shadow laying on the rooftop, a small sparkle of light hovering beside it.
Author's Notes: Hey guys! Sorry if it took me a while to update but I have school and stuff..school sucks! Anyway, just to let some of you know, this is set in the twentieth century, the year 1990. The deal with the whole great-grandmother thing, if none of you understood it, when the original Wendy married, she started the tradition that every first born girl in the family was to be named Wendy Moira Angela Darling and keeping the last name "Darling". So when she married, she had two boys and a girl. When her daughter was married (I know in the movie her name is Jane, but let's just pretend it's not, for the sake of the story) she had one girl. That one girl was Wendy's granddaughter. When that girl married, she had two girls, making Wendy's granddaughter's children be their great-grandmother. If that made ANY sense whatsoever. Yes before starting this story I actually worked out the little family tree in my notebook. Thank God I did otherwise I would be so stuck right now. But anyways, Wendy died in like 1972, when she was 70 years old. Ok, so now I will stop blabbering and go write the next chapter. Please keep the reviews coming!
~Dreamless_Mermaid~
By: Dreamless_Mermaid
Chapter 2
"Daddy!" Amanda squealed as she ran into her father's arms. Mr. Darling picked up his youngest daughter and held her close to him. He pushed a stray of Amanda's white-blonde hair behind her ear.
"How were the plane rides?" Mr. Darling asked his wife, Wendy right behind her.
"They were all right. A little turbulance on the way to New York but nothing major." Mrs. Darling said giving Mr. Darling a quick kiss.
"I absolutely loved the plane ride here, daddy! They played a movie and gave me a snack box, made specially for me." Amanda said, who was now back on the ground. Mr. Darling smiled and looked over at Wendy, who was gazing off in the distance.
"You're awfully quiet, Wendy. Something wrong?" He asked. Wendy snapped her attention to her father and blinked.
"Oh no, nothing's wrong, dad. I'm fine." She said giving a small smile. Although Wendy sometimes hated her mother and was annoyed with Amanda, she loved her father dearly. Mrs. Darling was the criticizing type, especially toward Wendy. Amanda was the annoying little sibling who had to do everything you did and bounce all over the place and got away with a lot more things. But Mr. Darling was, thankfully, none of those things. He would never yell at Wendy when he was angry and he would always seem to know what was wrong. Granted he practically always forgot about important things and never remember unless someone told him, but that was just the way he was, Wendy guessed.
The family walked out of the waiting area and went to retrieve their luggage. They walked out of the airport after getting their luggage and into a taxi that Mr. Darling called. Again Wendy sat in the backseat along with Amanda but this time Mr. Darling sat with them while Mrs. Darling took the front seat. The little yellow taxi sped across the highway. Wendy gazed at the scenery and decided that London was her favorite place to be at wintertime. About fifteen minutes later, the taxi left the highway and turned a corner into a quiet little neighborhood. It soon pulled up into a driveway and Wendy practically jumped out of the car. She looked up and squinted her eyes so the sun would not invade them.
She stared up at a pleasant two-story narrow house that was built with red bricks and held a magnificent oak front door. On the first story were two windows, one on the left and one on the right and the same was on the second story.
"What an ancient looking house. Are we going to live here?" Wendy asked, turning to her father. Mr. Darling smiled proudly.
"We sure are. We wouldn't live anywhere else, considering the fact that your mother used to live here." Mr. Darling replied.
"*You* lived here, mum?" Wendy asked amazed.
"When I was growing up, yes. Your great-grandmother Wendy used to live here also. Along with her children and your grandmother." Mrs. Darling said, staring up at the house.
"Wait, great-grandmother? I'm named after her?" Wendy asked.
"Of course, dear. It's tradition in our family to name the first born girl Wendy, also to keep the Darling name." Her mother said.
"I never knew that. What was she like?" Wendy asked.
"Who, dear?" Mrs. Darling asked, confused.
"My great-grandmum! What did she look like, what did she do for fun, that kind of stuff." Wendy said still gazing up at the house.
"You look exactly like her. Granted she didn't wear anything that atrocious, you two were exactly alike in every way. Even the gift of story telling had been passed down to you." Mrs. Darling said helping Amanda and Mr. Darling pull the luggage out of the trunk. Wendy blinked. So *that* was where she got her stories from. Wendy thought she just had a knack for it and a great imagination, but now that she knew her great-grandmother had once possessed it, she was intrigued.
Wendy averted her gaze to the front door, took a step forward and opened it. She stuck her head inside the grand foyer to find a wooden floor, the living room to her right and a huge dining room to her left. She soon ventured inside and her shoes echoed in the empty house. Directly in front of her greeted a staircase that went up and took a sharp curve to the left. Wendy litterally ran up these stairs, turned the corner, ran up the last few set of stairs and came to a halt when she saw the long hallway. A large window over looking the street was at the end. From a distance Wendy could tell that it was dirty and was in desperate need of a good washing, as if it hadn't been cleaned for years. She took a step forward and slowly walked down the hallway, looking left and right. When she got to the end she discovered that there were six doors all together: three on the left and three on the right. The very last door on her right was the one she decided that she wanted to explore. She gripped the white know, turned it, and pushed it open.
The first thing Wendy noticed when she walked into the room was the very large window, larger than the one that was at the end of the hallway. It wasn't like anything she had ever seen. It wasn't bare like ordinary ones, but had beautiful colored glass pane that when the sunlight hit it just right, all of the blue's, green's, red's, yellow's and purple's reflected to the back wall.
"Beautiful," Wendy breathed when she noticed this. She stood to admire it for a moment when suddenly she saw a flicker of light streak by the window. She stared but pushed it aside when she realized that it must have been the sun. There it was again! Only she saw a small ball of sparkle hover in front of the window. This time she knew it wasn't the sunlight playing tricks on her. She ran to the window, fumbled with the lock and threw it up. By the time it was successfully open, she stuck her head outside and looked left and right. Then she turned around and looked up to the sky. The small sparkle of light had gone. Wendy sighed, her eyes filled with disappointment. She pulled her head back inside and continued to look around the room.
Two minutes later, footsteps came bounding up the stairs and Amanda entered her small green backpack in her hand.
"Oooo I like this room. I wonder which one it was when grandma Wendy lived here." Amanda said.
"It was the nursery, it still is, and she's your great-grandmother," Mrs. Darling said, entering the room also. Amanda's eyes lit up.
"I want this room!" She cried. Wendy turned sharply to face her sister.
"No way, you little creaton! I claimed it first!" Wendy said.
"Says who?" Amanda asked putting her hands on her hips.
"Says me! And the fact that it has a large, colorful window." Wendy said, jerking her head toward the still open window. Amanda stomped her foot in protest. She turned to Mrs. Darling.
"Mum, please make Wendy give me the room. It fits me so well! It even has pink wallpaper!" Amanda pleaded. Wendy rolled her eye. There was no use in trying to argue over it now, seeing as how Mrs. Darling always gave Amanda anything she wanted. But to Wendy's surprise, Mrs. Darling shook her head no.
"No on is going to get it. Well unless I have another baby, but that is not going to happen anytime soon. This is the *nursery*. Not and actual bedroom." She said. Wendy folded her arms over her chest. Amanda did the same.
"Where did you sleep?" Wendy asked.
"What do you mean, dear?" Mrs. Darling asked.
"Where did you sleep when you lived here?" Wendy asked again.
"I resided....well here."
"Then why can't I?" Wendy asked.
"And me?" Amanda copied.
"All right fine. You can stay. *Both* of you can since you both seem to want it so badly." Mrs. Darling said. Wendy and Amanda looked at each other positively horrified.
"I'm NOT sharing a room with her!" Wendy shouted pointing a finger at Amanda.
"Likewise!" Amanda shouted. Mrs. Darling shrugged and began to back out of the room.
"Suit yourselves. But if neither of you are willing to share then no one will have the room." She said and left. Wendy and Amanda glared daggers at each other, emerald green eyes piercing into crystalline blue ones. Then Amanda's glare turned into a pout.
"I want the room! Can't you just give it to me? Pink's not you're color anyway." Amanda whined.
"I don't care about the color of the bloody wallpaper! I like it because, call me crazy-" Wendy said.
"Gladly," Amanda muttered. Wendy heard it but chose to ignore her and moved on.
"Call me crazy but something is calling me here. I feel like I'm meant to be here. I mean you know what I'm talking about. You told me you felt like, in some way, that my stories were true. Remember that?" Wendy asked, leaning up against the closest wall. Amanda blinked.
I remember those. About the mermaids, the indians and the pirates right? Yeah, I guess I can see where you're coming from. Well instead of one getting the room and one not and being sulky about it, why don't we just do this..." And so Amanda launched into a full-fledged compromise. About an hour later the girls left the room, skipped down the stairs and into the living room where Mr. and Mrs. Darling were examining the floorboards. Wendy then went into explaining that she and Amanda were going to share the nursery. Then when Wendy was old enough, she was going to move into the bedroom across the hallway. Mr. and Mrs. Darling were glad that Wendy and Amanda finally came to an agreement and both went upstairs to explore further, Amanda tagging along with them.
Wendy went outside and wrapped her arms around herself. The sun was starting to sink and a few scattered clouds had hidden it, patches of sunlight shining through the puffs. Wendy smiled and kicked a piece of snow gently. She liked this place so far and had a feeling she was going to have many adventured here. She laughed under her breath and shook her head. Wendy then turned around and went back inside, closing the door behind her. However she was unaware of a figure's shadow laying on the rooftop, a small sparkle of light hovering beside it.
Author's Notes: Hey guys! Sorry if it took me a while to update but I have school and stuff..school sucks! Anyway, just to let some of you know, this is set in the twentieth century, the year 1990. The deal with the whole great-grandmother thing, if none of you understood it, when the original Wendy married, she started the tradition that every first born girl in the family was to be named Wendy Moira Angela Darling and keeping the last name "Darling". So when she married, she had two boys and a girl. When her daughter was married (I know in the movie her name is Jane, but let's just pretend it's not, for the sake of the story) she had one girl. That one girl was Wendy's granddaughter. When that girl married, she had two girls, making Wendy's granddaughter's children be their great-grandmother. If that made ANY sense whatsoever. Yes before starting this story I actually worked out the little family tree in my notebook. Thank God I did otherwise I would be so stuck right now. But anyways, Wendy died in like 1972, when she was 70 years old. Ok, so now I will stop blabbering and go write the next chapter. Please keep the reviews coming!
~Dreamless_Mermaid~