Disney High School
Chapter Three- Wendy Darling
Well, today is certainly going okay, Thought Wendy as she made it to French class; the instructor was Monsieur Lumiere, one of the only nice teachers at Disney High. He was tall and lanky, and was often awkward on purpose to amuse his students. She was glad to be taking French, she found the language beautiful and elegant, and her mother wanted her to take it. The only thing was she had not seen her good friend Peter, actually called by his full name more often, Peter Pan, all day. They had been friends for a long while, best friends actually. Peter always got in trouble, and was actually quite ill-mannered and quirky, while Wendy was calm and more polite, they fit together perfectly. The thing was, Wendy was actually falling in love with Peter, more and more every day, she told no one, not a soul, and not even Peter for fear of ruining their close relationship. Even thinking about Peter's smile, laugh, or bad boy behavior made Wendy blush and her stomach do somersaults. At that exact moment she was blushing actually, and tried to cover it up as she walked into French. She and Peter had reviewed schedules together two weeks before when they came in the mail, and they had all of their classed together, so Wendy thought it was especially odd that she had not seen him all day. Probably goofing off somewhere, the usual Peter Pan, she thought as she sat down at the table. She looked around at the other French students, this was one of the classes where all grades were mixed in together due too unpopular demand as a class by students, so there were seniors in the class, and other upper classmen as well, and that frightened Wendy. She tried not to show it as she nervously looked around, she saw a shy boy huddled to himself, a beautiful girl enticed with a book, a rather revolting boy flirting with a rather –ugly looking girl with orange hair, and a blonde—oh wait, it was Alice! Wendy sighed in relief to have a friend in the class, well, maybe it was too soon to use the word friend, acquaintance maybe, but Wendy was fine with the word friend and she hoped Alice was mutual.
"Psst! Alice, over here!" Wendy waved Alice over, and noticed she had a look of relief on her face, and slight worry as she walked around the revolting tall boy, and relief again as she smoothed her dress and sat.
"Thank goodness I found you; I was worried I would know no one at all, I am glad to have a friend to be with." Wendy smiled, so it was mutual, both girls looked at each other as friends. They had small talk, and then the rest of the class filed in, all but Peter. As Wendy scanned the room for Peter, Alice joined in. "Who are you looking for?" Wendy chuckled.
"My good friend Peter, I would like for you to meet him, he is really funny." Alice nodded, she would've liked to meet Peter. Sadly, the bell rang and Peter was now where in site. Monsieur Lumiere strutted in and made an awkward curtsey motion. The class laughed in unison.
"Bonjour classe, je suis Monsieur Lumiere!" he wrote his name on the board in black marker and in capital letters. He had a thick but understandable French accent. "Welcome to French class! We are going to have lots of fun this year, oui!" But first I must call roll to make sure none are absent!" He was loud and quirky, and the students were all paying attention. Wendy smoothed her hair and made sure her pony tail was still intact. He called each name and each student said 'here' or 'present'. "Pan? Peter Pan? Mowgli Alidi? Tiger Lily?" She knew no Mowgli, but she did realize Peter had not shown up. Wendy gulped; she surely didn't want Peter to miss French too! She raised her hand.
"Uh, Monsieur Lumiere, I know where Peter is, I can go get him, if you like." The lanky man clapped and handed her a hall pass. The truth was, she had no idea where Peter was, but she was willing to look. He then continued with introductions, and Wendy left as the class had entered a chorus of laughter.
"Hm shall I go left, or right?" she quarreled with herself and decided to go left, the school was a complete circle anyhow. It would just give her more time to think. Now that Wendy was in High School, she was permitted to have a "boyfriend", her parents felt that she was definitely mature enough, and they had grown quite fond of Peter. This was the year where she was going to make Peter like her, and then they would be a couple, what she wanted since the seventh grade, when she had realized that he wasn't a boy anymore, but more of a handsome young man. Many people said that Wendy was pretty, but she herself thought she was boring and plain, and not that interesting. "Plain Jane" as they call them. He mother made her dress prim and proper, in only dresses and with her brown ringlets back in a neat ponytail, and god forbid any makeup until she was eighteen. Maybe if I change a bit Peter will notice me more, she thought as she looked down a corridor. The girls that had many admirers last year were the ones that wore the jeans, and the shirts with words on them, and then make up of course. Wendy didn't own a single pair of jeans, and the only shirts she owned were too big and were for sleeping, and then her gym uniform shirt, it was also big and unflattering. Even as scary as it sounded to Wendy, maybe she could become friends with an upperclassman and go shopping to get some new clothes, and start wearing her hair differently. She would change gradually, but not too slow, so it looked as if it was a natural process. First, wearing her hair out of its normal ponytail, and maybe brushing through the ringlets to make it more wavy and straight. Then changing her wardrobe a bit, buying jeans and wearing cute dress shirts that she saw some girls wearing here. Confirming it all in her mind, she realized she was taking probably taking too long and only focused on finding Peter. Wendy went looking down all of the halls, and whispered inside the bathrooms, and was just about to give up as she was walking past the giant windows that had an amazing view of the football fields. She saw him, with a beautiful girl. Wendy blinked, and went out the door to approach them. There were other students on the field, skipping class assumingly, and Wendy didn't feel comfortable around them. She marched over to Peter.
"PETER PAN!" she had said it rather loudly, as some looked her way and she blushed and looked down at her black flat shoes. She got a closer look at the girl, she was beautiful, she had even dark skin, and long black hair that was in two neat braids, and a pale yellow, thin headband like object around her upper fore head, that had a feather hanging from a string on the back. She wore a worn denim skirt, red rainbow leggings, and a brown frill shawl over a yellow tank top, and brown sandals. She looked scared; Wendy actually didn't realize that she was glaring at the pretty girl. "What are you doing?! You missed THREE classes!" Peter did his adorable grin, and Wendy tried to hide more blush.
"Well, what can I say Wendy, they can't keep me locked up." He cockily put his hands behind his head, and noticed Wendy practically glaring at his friend. "this is Tiger Lily, I met her this morning on my way to class, she has the same schedule as us, isn't that great!?" Wendy nodded and stopped glaring. She actually didn't think it was great, at all. She actually despised how fond Peter was of this Tiger Lily girl. What kind of name was that?
"Well, nice to meet you, Tiger Lily, My name is Wendy, nice to meet you!" they shook hands, and Wendy discreetly wiped her hand on her dress afterwards, and nodded to the building.
"You guys missed A LOT of class. You are missing French, right now!" Peter shrugged, and Tiger gasped.
"Oh Peter, I only wanted to skip first period, I head that Mr. Arendihnki was horrible!" Wendy nodded; she also envied how she could say his name perfectly, probably because people with weird names think alike.
"Well, you missed three, so you ought to hurry!" it took a bit more prodding when Tiger Lily asked but with Wendy she only had to ask once more, and Peter agreed to finally come to class. Wendy smiled at how easy it was herself to persuade Peter, and how Tiger just wasn't on her level yet. She made sure they were behind her , and walked off.
Me? Jealous? No. Never. Not in one thousand years. Wendy thought as she re-entered the building and took one last glance at Tiger and Peter, they were sharing a laugh.
Never.