Author: Sorry that it took so long to get this out here, but I've been a little tied up lately with school and figuring out new ideas for stories. Oh thank you to 'all' my reviewers…he he… Thank you to Jane Wen my one and only reviewer…yeah… Anyway, here is my next chapter, so enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Peter Pan in any way!
Forget Me NotIt is now the next day. The sun was starting to peak out over the buildings scattered around the city. Wendy was slowly waking up from her wonderful dreams about… yes, the dashing Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. This dream was actually about Peter coming to her school and he actually was a student in her class (Ironic, no?).
"Wendy!"
'Great, now someone has gone and ruined the best dream ever,' Wendy thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes.
"Wendy, are you there?"
"I'll be there in a minute!" Wendy said as she got up and made her bed.
She then got her dull gray and blue uniform on and tied a blue ribbon in her long brown hair. After that she got her pack full of books and then she grabbed her writing journal.
"All right, I'm ready," she said as she walked out her door and closed it behind her.
" About time!" said John impatiently, " I was starting to think that Captain Hook might have popped out of your dreams and kidnapped you to Neverland."
"Very funny, John," Wendy said rummaging through her backpack to find the story she had written last night before she went to bed.
"What are you looking for?" John asked looking over her shoulder.
"Aha!" She exclaimed pulling out three pieces of paper with beautiful cursive handwriting on them.
"You wrote another story!" John said with glee.
She nodded and handed him the papers.
"Come on, John," Wendy said grabbing his hand, " You can read that when you get to class, but first we got to get there or we'll be late. And you know what happens when we're late."
"Alright," John sighed as he hurried along with her.
When Wendy reached her class, she waved good-bye to John as he headed to his class that was just around the corner. Wendy walked into the classroom and sat down in her seat by the window that over looked the school's garden and the big clock tower that lays little ways off in the distances. She was started to remembering the dream when she flew with Peter to Neverland. They had passed by that tower on they're way to it.
"Alright class," said Mrs. Everett said walking in," turn in your English books to page 421. Oh and Wendy I would like to see you at my desk please."
"Yes, Mrs. Everett," Wendy said promptly as she walked to her teacher's desk. Mrs. Everett, by the way, had dark red hair clasped on the top of her head. She was a very beautiful woman and was Wendy's favorite teacher because she was the one of all Wendy's other teachers who actually enjoyed reading Wendy's tales and stories.
As Wendy came up to her desk, she saw one of her stories she had let her teacher read. This story wasn't about Peter Pan, but it was a very beautiful story about a young girl on a journey to for fill her destiny as a maiden warrior. The title was called Whisper of the Snow Maiden.
" You asked for me, Mrs. Everett," Wendy said softly looking at the cold wood planks on the floor of the classroom.
"Yes and I wanted to talk to you about this story," Mrs. Everett said, " I'm not sorry to say this, but this has got to be the most beautiful story I've ever read in my entire teaching career!"
Wendy's eyes widened and she looked down at her shoes shyly, " Really?"
"Absolutely!" she said, " The way you described the girl's hardships on her quest was fun nominal."
"Thanks Mrs. Everett," Wendy said smiling.
"Well, I just wanted to say that and that you shouldn't listen to what any of the other teachers tell you! Your writing is amazing and they just don't have good taste. Now, I guess I better send you back to your seat, so you can do your class work."
"Okay."
Wendy walked back to her seat and sat down.
"Teacher's pet," whispered a voice in her ear to her right.
It was Madison. She was always so mean to poor Wendy!
Wendy just silently read her English assignment and began to write. She was pretty used to the teasing, so it didn't matter what they said to her. She no longer cared.
Knock, knock…
A boy with golden locks cam walking into the room with a black book bag and a small note in his hand. He went up to Mrs. Everett and handed her the note. Mrs. Everett read it and smiled as she looked up at the boy. Then she got up and headed to the front of the classroom with the boy beside her.
"Class," she said in her sweet teaching voice, "We have a new transfer student here with us and I would like each and everyone of you to make him feel very welcome here. His name is Peter Paninster. Peter, why don't you go and sit next to the seat by Wendy. Wendy, please raise your hand."
"Wendy raised her hand, but she didn't look up yet to see who this Peter was.
"Hello," said a voice beside her. The voice was very familiar.
She looked up to meet the face of a very handsome boy who looked just like her version of…
Author: Cliffhanger! Sorry, but you'll just have to read the next chapter to see what happens. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!
