Sorry guys, school is back, and I have been busy with it :( I'm writing this in study now, seeing as I have time. Hope you guys enjoy ;D
Wendy tilted her head to the side. Her new curls flowed from the blue ribbon which held it all in place. She was surprised that her hair was done in the way which it had been all those years ago. A half updo with her golden curls falling down to the nape of her neck. Wendy had also noticed the breeze brushing against her arms. She was also wearing the same baby blue dress with puffy sleeves, and her black ballet-like shoes. Peter seemed just as confused as she was.
"Peter why am I how I was when I first came to Neverland?" Wendy asked. Her higher pitched voice shocked her. She had grown and her voice had gone deeper. Hearing herself how she was when she was 12 was all new to her, and would take some getting used to.
"I don't know.." Peter replied.
"Surely you must know Peter, you live here"
"I've never seen it happen before."
"How come I've turned back? What about Captain Hook and his pirates? They are all adults, and surely they must have come here, and they didn't seem to go back to children" Wendy was more confused than ever.
"I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it before" Peter replied. Of course. Peter was always forgetful. They flew for only a few moments before they had reached the shore. They didn't see Captain Hook's ship, nor any of his men. They were flying over the island of Neverland and eventually paused to a big tree.
"Peter is this still where you and the Lost Boys live?" Wendy asked. Hadn't Captain Hook found out where they were hiding, and couldn't they come here any time they wanted?
"Well, yeah. Where else would we be?" Peter responded shocked. Wendy let out a small smile.
"Oh Nevermind Peter" Wendy giggled.
"Common lets go. The Lost Boys would be happy to see you again." Peter led Wendy to the ground and escorted her into the Big Tree where she was to meet with old friends again. They made their way through the tree and eventually to the open space where they slept, ate, and basically did everything, because besides Peter's room, this was the only space they had. Only there was something different about this room. There were no boys dwelling in it.
"Peter? Where are the lost boys?" Wendy asked. Peter flew into his room, looking for them now. He came back and there was no sign of them.
"They're gone" Peter said.
"Gone? But where would they go?"
"Wendy stay here, I'll be back" And with that said, Peter flew up and quickly out of the tree.
"But Peter" Wendy yelled. It was no use, he was gone now. Wendy made her way and sat on a bed, which was made of wood, cotton sheets, and leather over it. She looked around the room. Nothing had changed. They seemed to do a good job at remaking the Tree house. In fact, she had completely forgotten Captain Hook used a bomb and completely destroyed this place, yet it still was the same as how it was before. Probably because Peter never liked change. Minutes had slowly passed, and it had almost seemed like hours since Peter made his departure on the search for the Lost Boys. Wendy needed some air, and wanted to go outside, but it was all an excuse to go out and do something. She made her way to the little entrance way, in which she had exited before hand on her last trip here, wanting to go home and choosing to grow up. Deja-vu was hitting her. She soon made her way outside, where she stretched and breathed in some of 'Neverland Air'. It was sweet, and seemed a lot cleaner than the polluted air back in London, especially with the War going on. She seemed content and started spinning around like there was no tomorrow. She stopped and began to finally take in, that she was really here. She soon felt a little lonely and wanted to see Peter, and the Lost Boys again, even Tinkerbell, although she may not like her in the state that she was in now. She sat down on the lush, green grass and began to stare into the light blue sky which had covered over. She hadn't been alone though. Beyond the trees, and bushes, there was someone eyeing her, intently, and nothing had convinced them to break their gaze away from her.