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"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Wendy sat up in her bed, screaming at the top of her lungs, "PETER!"
She swallowed hard, her heart was racing fast. Wendy gulped, tears streaming down her face.
Where was he?
Was Peter alright?
Her brother shot out of their beds at the sounds of her screaming, John said, "Wendy! What is it?" Micheal clutched his teddy bear to his chest, the Lost Boys burst in, wearing their pajamas. Right after them was Aunt Millicent, Nana, and her parents?
Wendy ran out of her bed, hugging her mother and father, sobbing, "Mummy! Daddy! You're ok!" Mr. Darling said, a bit unsettled by her sudden affection towards them, "Of course. We heard screaming, what happened?"
Mrs. Darling smoothed back Wendy's sweat stricken hair, "It must have been a terrible dream."
Wendy moaned, "It wasn't, but a utter most terrifying, we were flying back from Neverland again and there was a boom - !"
Aunt Millicent snorted, "Your daughter has quite an imagination."
Wendy turned to the boys, "O, you believe me, don't you?"
They all looked away uncertain, but Slightly said, "I believe you Wendy." She smiled at him and Mr. Darling said, rubbing his temples, "Alright, we'll talk about this in the morning. Get to bed!"
Nana barked harshly.
They all marched out and Mrs. Darling kissed Wendy as she tucked her daughter into bed, "My dear, it was all but a nightmare. Sleep." Her mother turned out the light, leaving and Wendy climbed out of her bed, throwing up the window and peeking out into the snowy night.
Was it all a dream? Could she have dreamt every bit of it so clearly? What about the Lost Boys then, what were they? Was it possible? Was it all a dream?
She wouldn't know. Not in till later anyway.
The only real piece of evidence was a fine chain on her neck, and an acorn button dangling upon it.
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