I am sorry that it has taken me so long to update. I have updated my other
Peter Pan story now as well. I have been having a writers block lately,
but I never let that stop me. I would like to know, however, which of my
stories is your favorite. Would you please read all of my stories if you
get the chance and let me know in your reviews, which one you like the
most. I guess I am rambling on now, I am almost done and then you can get
on with reading the story. The last thing I have to say is, as I have
already said, I do not own any of the characters in the story such as peter
Pan and Wendy. All that I wish to own is the plot itself. I have no
rights to Peter Pan, those belong to GOSH hospital. With that said, on
with the story.
Chapter 3
Discussions
Day came and went in the Darling home, it was once again night and time for bed.
Wendy looked out her window as she remembered what had happened the previous night. She was lost in a dream that she thought would never come true again.
She stood up and walked over to her dresser, which had a mirror on top of it resting against the wall. There was also a medium sized brush that sat in its place, on the dresser. It was a beautiful brush, filled with colors and elegant designs. It was very formal and reminded Wendy of her future, and that some day she would have to become a grown up. Yet even with these setback thoughts, she picked the brush up and began to comb her hair.
"Mother does this every morning and night one hundred times," she thought to herself, putting the brush down and beginning smooth her hair out with her hands.
"Wendy," George, her father said.
"Yes father," she replied.
"What are you still doing up, child? You should be in bed," he told her.
"I could not sleep father, so I decided to comb my hair some more," she replied.
"Well, don't comb your hair too much, or it may fall it," he said in a gesture to be funny.
"Mother says I can go back to the Nursery in a week or so," Wendy mentioned.
"Go back to the Nursery! Go back! Wendy, you need to grow up! This is who you are now," he gestured, "You are no longer a child."
"I am only 13, father," she cried out.
"Yes I know, but when I was your age I had long ago grown up. Now it is your turn to do the same," he told her.
"Father, why must you always yell?" Wendy questioned.
"Why must I always yell!" he screamed back, "Why, why must I always yell? Wendy, if you are going to have that attitude then you must be right. Go back to the Nursery, play games, tell stories, wait for this Peter that you talk of, but you can not forget, that you have to grow up some day!" he told her.
"Father," she cried after him as he began to leave, "I am sorry, won't you tuck me in bed?" she questioned.
"Wendy, you are too old for being tucked in bed," he began.
"Yes, I know, father," she remarked.
"But I suppose that just one time would not hurt," he finished, taking her hand and leading her to her bed.
Wendy sat down on her bed and got underneath the sheets and blankets. As she snuggled in her father gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and turned to leave.
"But this is the last time, Wendy," he told her and then left the room.
"Yes, father," Wendy whispered in a short yawn, turning over to fall asleep and dream of Peter Pan.
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After speaking to Wendy, George went to his room to speak of the topic Wendy had discussed with him. As he entered the room all was silent, and Mary, his wife and Wendy's mother, was sitting by the window. However, she was not looking out the window.
George walked over to her and sat down next to her, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"So you told Wendy she could go back to the Nursery, did you?" he asked her.
"Yes, but I am not sure it was the right thing to do," she answered.
"What made you tell her that?" he questioned.
"Memories of an old past that use to live in my dreams as it does now with Wendy," she told him.
"Really, that does not seem like you, Mary," George pointed out. "I know, that is what Wendy said too, darling," she mentioned.
"She has to grow up sooner or later," George said to her.
"Yes, I know. But it seems that ever since she left the Nursery, growing up has come too fast for her," Mary said.
"What makes you say that?" he questioned.
"She has changed too quickly, do we really want that George?" she replied.
"I suppose, no, we do not want that," he replied.
"You do remember when she first came home, George. You were asleep in Nana's kettle," she laughed to herself, "All those boys that she brought home with her, the ones that we found good homes for, except Tootles, who lives with us, and Slightly, who ran away. Wendy claims that he went back to Neverland to be with Peter. And I do remember Peter, he seemed such a nice boy. It seemed so unreal for him to fly away and not stay with us like the rest of the boys. Yet we say that it is not real, and Wendy merely found all those boys on the streets of London. Don't you think that it all sounds silly?" she finished.
"Yes, it is all silly, but Wendy needs to grow up as we have, and as her brothers will do very soon as well," he answered with a strict tone of voice.
"Yes, George. I know that very well. I now wish that I had not told her the things I did. But everything magical had a purpose does it not? For me, that magic left long ago. Fortunately it was passed on to Wendy, and I hate to see her lose it as I once did," Mary told him.
"Mary, what exactly did you tell our daughter?" George questioned.
"I told her that if Peter ever came back that she could go with him for a little while, and that if she kept quiet of what I had told her about my past, that I would let her move back into the Nursery again," Mary told him.
George had a strange look on his face, it was hard for Mary to tell what he was thinking.
"Mary, what do you really want for her? If you could, would you take back that moment, or at least make it so that you never told her those things?" George asked.
"I really am not sure, George," she answered.
"Then I suggest you think about it for a while. Why don't you take a walk in the garden courtyard outside the house," he suggested.
"Yes, that seems to be a good idea, but..." she paused, "George, I love my daughter and will do whatever is best for her," she started.
"Then do what is best for her, Mary. She is not your baby girl any more, she is growing up. Tell me, what are you going to do?" he asked.
"I do not believe in my childhood any longer, George, you took the place of that. Magic seems unreal to me, but to her it is everything. If she is growing up, then she can make her own choices. She will not go back to the Nursery, but, when the time comes that her childhood calls her again, most likely through this Peter Pan of hers, then it will be her own decision that will we taken into effect. I feel that this may be the only way for her to learn to grow up. She know what she learned on her first trip to Neverland, and keeps it fresh on her mind, yet she wishes to go back. Maybe something has not been learned yet, and in order for her to understand the meaning of being grown up, and the meaning of her home, she must go back to this place that has swept her off of her feet," she finished.
"Then that is your choice. I believe that perhaps her way of learning should be yours," he mentioned.
"George, don't be absurd. I am grown up now, magic has left me. I have you and the children to tend to," she told him.
"Yes, you are right," George remarked.
It was at this moment that a cry was heard from the hall. It was coming from the Nursery, from a small boy, crying because he had had a bad dream.
Mary started to leave the room to go and attend the child, but George stopped her, grabbing hold of her hand.
"I will take care of him. You have tended to the children enough. Go and think about the choice you have made. Relax, think about what I have said to you," he told her.
"But, Tootles, I have to tell him a story or sing to him. You can not handle him," Mary told him.
"You don't worry. I can handle this," George told her, leaving the room and Mary behind.
Mary walked over to the window and looked out. It was a peaceful night, all was calm. The trees swayed with the light breeze, and the lights in the street were lit, showing how empty the quiet streets were. It was beautiful, and she knew to enjoy it.
The beauty of what she saw encouraged her to leave the plain room and go to the courtyard and small garden outside of the house. The ones that she took care of daily when ever she got a chance.
When she reached the place she sat down on a small bench that sat there in the garden. She looked up at the moon, and began to think.
Well, that is that chapter, we are almost to the part where, well I can not tell you what is going to happen or that would ruin the surprise element of the story. Anyway, you know the drill, you have read, now it is time for you to review. So what are you waiting for? Why are you still here? Go and review my story.
Chapter 3
Discussions
Day came and went in the Darling home, it was once again night and time for bed.
Wendy looked out her window as she remembered what had happened the previous night. She was lost in a dream that she thought would never come true again.
She stood up and walked over to her dresser, which had a mirror on top of it resting against the wall. There was also a medium sized brush that sat in its place, on the dresser. It was a beautiful brush, filled with colors and elegant designs. It was very formal and reminded Wendy of her future, and that some day she would have to become a grown up. Yet even with these setback thoughts, she picked the brush up and began to comb her hair.
"Mother does this every morning and night one hundred times," she thought to herself, putting the brush down and beginning smooth her hair out with her hands.
"Wendy," George, her father said.
"Yes father," she replied.
"What are you still doing up, child? You should be in bed," he told her.
"I could not sleep father, so I decided to comb my hair some more," she replied.
"Well, don't comb your hair too much, or it may fall it," he said in a gesture to be funny.
"Mother says I can go back to the Nursery in a week or so," Wendy mentioned.
"Go back to the Nursery! Go back! Wendy, you need to grow up! This is who you are now," he gestured, "You are no longer a child."
"I am only 13, father," she cried out.
"Yes I know, but when I was your age I had long ago grown up. Now it is your turn to do the same," he told her.
"Father, why must you always yell?" Wendy questioned.
"Why must I always yell!" he screamed back, "Why, why must I always yell? Wendy, if you are going to have that attitude then you must be right. Go back to the Nursery, play games, tell stories, wait for this Peter that you talk of, but you can not forget, that you have to grow up some day!" he told her.
"Father," she cried after him as he began to leave, "I am sorry, won't you tuck me in bed?" she questioned.
"Wendy, you are too old for being tucked in bed," he began.
"Yes, I know, father," she remarked.
"But I suppose that just one time would not hurt," he finished, taking her hand and leading her to her bed.
Wendy sat down on her bed and got underneath the sheets and blankets. As she snuggled in her father gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and turned to leave.
"But this is the last time, Wendy," he told her and then left the room.
"Yes, father," Wendy whispered in a short yawn, turning over to fall asleep and dream of Peter Pan.
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After speaking to Wendy, George went to his room to speak of the topic Wendy had discussed with him. As he entered the room all was silent, and Mary, his wife and Wendy's mother, was sitting by the window. However, she was not looking out the window.
George walked over to her and sat down next to her, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"So you told Wendy she could go back to the Nursery, did you?" he asked her.
"Yes, but I am not sure it was the right thing to do," she answered.
"What made you tell her that?" he questioned.
"Memories of an old past that use to live in my dreams as it does now with Wendy," she told him.
"Really, that does not seem like you, Mary," George pointed out. "I know, that is what Wendy said too, darling," she mentioned.
"She has to grow up sooner or later," George said to her.
"Yes, I know. But it seems that ever since she left the Nursery, growing up has come too fast for her," Mary said.
"What makes you say that?" he questioned.
"She has changed too quickly, do we really want that George?" she replied.
"I suppose, no, we do not want that," he replied.
"You do remember when she first came home, George. You were asleep in Nana's kettle," she laughed to herself, "All those boys that she brought home with her, the ones that we found good homes for, except Tootles, who lives with us, and Slightly, who ran away. Wendy claims that he went back to Neverland to be with Peter. And I do remember Peter, he seemed such a nice boy. It seemed so unreal for him to fly away and not stay with us like the rest of the boys. Yet we say that it is not real, and Wendy merely found all those boys on the streets of London. Don't you think that it all sounds silly?" she finished.
"Yes, it is all silly, but Wendy needs to grow up as we have, and as her brothers will do very soon as well," he answered with a strict tone of voice.
"Yes, George. I know that very well. I now wish that I had not told her the things I did. But everything magical had a purpose does it not? For me, that magic left long ago. Fortunately it was passed on to Wendy, and I hate to see her lose it as I once did," Mary told him.
"Mary, what exactly did you tell our daughter?" George questioned.
"I told her that if Peter ever came back that she could go with him for a little while, and that if she kept quiet of what I had told her about my past, that I would let her move back into the Nursery again," Mary told him.
George had a strange look on his face, it was hard for Mary to tell what he was thinking.
"Mary, what do you really want for her? If you could, would you take back that moment, or at least make it so that you never told her those things?" George asked.
"I really am not sure, George," she answered.
"Then I suggest you think about it for a while. Why don't you take a walk in the garden courtyard outside the house," he suggested.
"Yes, that seems to be a good idea, but..." she paused, "George, I love my daughter and will do whatever is best for her," she started.
"Then do what is best for her, Mary. She is not your baby girl any more, she is growing up. Tell me, what are you going to do?" he asked.
"I do not believe in my childhood any longer, George, you took the place of that. Magic seems unreal to me, but to her it is everything. If she is growing up, then she can make her own choices. She will not go back to the Nursery, but, when the time comes that her childhood calls her again, most likely through this Peter Pan of hers, then it will be her own decision that will we taken into effect. I feel that this may be the only way for her to learn to grow up. She know what she learned on her first trip to Neverland, and keeps it fresh on her mind, yet she wishes to go back. Maybe something has not been learned yet, and in order for her to understand the meaning of being grown up, and the meaning of her home, she must go back to this place that has swept her off of her feet," she finished.
"Then that is your choice. I believe that perhaps her way of learning should be yours," he mentioned.
"George, don't be absurd. I am grown up now, magic has left me. I have you and the children to tend to," she told him.
"Yes, you are right," George remarked.
It was at this moment that a cry was heard from the hall. It was coming from the Nursery, from a small boy, crying because he had had a bad dream.
Mary started to leave the room to go and attend the child, but George stopped her, grabbing hold of her hand.
"I will take care of him. You have tended to the children enough. Go and think about the choice you have made. Relax, think about what I have said to you," he told her.
"But, Tootles, I have to tell him a story or sing to him. You can not handle him," Mary told him.
"You don't worry. I can handle this," George told her, leaving the room and Mary behind.
Mary walked over to the window and looked out. It was a peaceful night, all was calm. The trees swayed with the light breeze, and the lights in the street were lit, showing how empty the quiet streets were. It was beautiful, and she knew to enjoy it.
The beauty of what she saw encouraged her to leave the plain room and go to the courtyard and small garden outside of the house. The ones that she took care of daily when ever she got a chance.
When she reached the place she sat down on a small bench that sat there in the garden. She looked up at the moon, and began to think.
Well, that is that chapter, we are almost to the part where, well I can not tell you what is going to happen or that would ruin the surprise element of the story. Anyway, you know the drill, you have read, now it is time for you to review. So what are you waiting for? Why are you still here? Go and review my story.