Chapter 6 : New Discoveries
Peter walked into the room next to him. The walls were completly white with clouds on the cieling. On the painting were little angels flying about with golden halo's over their heads. They were looking down upon the floor with smiles and grins.
Peter saw the room was littered with small soft toys. He took notice to a perticular toy that had fallen upon the floor with its face flat and its rear in the air. Peter bent down and picked it up. It was a rag doll that had been sewn undoubtably by Wendy.
It had green clothes on that were made of a material with the similar texture to felt. It had little boots on made of the same green material. He noticed at the side there was a little ringlet for a dagger. He looked hard at the face. He realized the little doll was undoubtably him.
All of a sudden, it caught his attention. The faint little cry that he had heard and made him walk into the room. He walked over to the crib where the baby lay crying. He looked down at it and decided to pick the baby up. It quit fussing and started cooing. Peter smiled but then the door knob clicked open.
"Peter?" a voice from behind him called.
He turned around and look at the figure standing at the door. It was none other than his darling Wendy. She had grown; Peter noticed right away. Her hair had turned a lighter shade of brown. It was no longer the dark, lush, chocolate brown he had remembered, it was light brown almost blonde.
He could see bits of auburn scattered thoughout her hair. Hey eyes were a brighter shade of blue and the curves of her body were more defined. Her lips, however, had not changed. They remained red and curved just as he had remembered.
"Remarkable," he though outloud.
Wendy blushed knowing Peter's remark had been aimed towards her.
"You've changed too, Peter." Wendy said as she walked towards him smiling.
Peter still had the baby in his arms. It started crying as Wendy drew closer. She frowned at this. She reached for the baby, who only cried harder.
"Peter, give me the baby before it wakes up the whole house," she said eagerly, but Peter pulled the baby away from her.
"She does not want you," he smiled playfully.
"Peter, please," Wendy said angrily.
She drew near again but the child continued to wail.
"I just don't understand how she can like you better than her own--"
Before Wendy could finish, Peter cut her off. His worst nightmare had come true. It was exactly as Hook had said. Wendy did want a family and children and now she had it.
"Mother," she said finishing her sentence. "Wendy, you're her mother?" Peter said saddened looking towards the floor.
He felt tears come to his eyes and trickle down his cheek. Wendy backed away from beter. She was giggling to herself.
"It's not funny," he said angrily,"I've come back to you and you have forgotten all about me."
At this Wendy quit giggling realizing he had greatly misunderstood.
"Peter," Wendy said moving in and lifting his head with her hand.
Her skin was silky smooth. At her touch shivers ran down his back; throughout his entire body. There was a long pause and through her hand she had felt the shudder. She looked into his red, tear stained face and couldn't help but be memorized by his sapphire green eyes.
"What I was going to say," Wendy said quickly looking away from Peter eyes.,"was I can't believe she can like you, a perfect stranger, better than her own sister."
Peter felt a sigh of relief but couldnt help but feel guilty. He had jumped to conclusions but Wendy had fixed everything like she always did.
"Sister?" Peter said questioningly as Wendy nodded. He smiled.
"So this is your sister," he said.
"Yes, Peter, this is Samanta Madeline Darling." Wendy said smiling trying to take the child away but Samantha only clung tighter to Peter.
"Why won't she come to me?" She asked Peter expecting he knew the answer even though she was quite sure he didn't.
However, much to Wendy's surprise, Petere did know it was who he was. It was the very center of being. He was him. Neverland was Peter. Everything about a child was Peter.
"It's because I'm Peter Pan," he said to Wendy with a bit a cockiness and a shrewed smile.
"And exactly what does that have anthing thing to do with this matter?" she smiling and drawing closer to him.
"I'm the spirit of yourth," Peter said matter-of-factly.
"Spirit? You look very real to me," she said watching a confused look spread thoughout his face.
"I suppose your right," Peter said surrendering the baby to Wendy.
He didn't want to fight with Wendy even though she had been wrong. Very wrong. Wendy took Samantha and put her back into bed.
"Let's go. I don't want to wake her up again," Wendy said pulling Peter into her room.
Peter stopped dead in his tracks at the door way. A cold ill look had come over his face. Sweat was pouring down his face catching on his brown and the little hair of his mustache.
Wendy's room had green walls with white furniture. Her bed covers were white with emerald green flowers.
"Peter, what's wrong?" Wendy asked trying to pull Peter but he stayed in place.
"Wendy, this reminds me of somehwere I've been long ago....." he said as he tried to remember.
"Where?" Wendy asked releasing his hand and staring into his cold darkened face.
"Home"
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Oh my goodness guys I"m soo sorry it's been so long and I tried to make this chapter longer although I really don't think it will work. Anyhow, I live in on the east coast where all the snow has been hitting and I left my draft of the story at school and last week we had 5 cancellations. GREAT SCOTTS!!!! I'm currently working on chapter 7. This baby is pretty long and goes into some really detailed stuff. It's already 2.5 pages hand written. We'll see how it turns out. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT MY STORY AND HAVE THEM R&R..... I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT. Thanks to the two reviewers I did have. You rock.
Peter walked into the room next to him. The walls were completly white with clouds on the cieling. On the painting were little angels flying about with golden halo's over their heads. They were looking down upon the floor with smiles and grins.
Peter saw the room was littered with small soft toys. He took notice to a perticular toy that had fallen upon the floor with its face flat and its rear in the air. Peter bent down and picked it up. It was a rag doll that had been sewn undoubtably by Wendy.
It had green clothes on that were made of a material with the similar texture to felt. It had little boots on made of the same green material. He noticed at the side there was a little ringlet for a dagger. He looked hard at the face. He realized the little doll was undoubtably him.
All of a sudden, it caught his attention. The faint little cry that he had heard and made him walk into the room. He walked over to the crib where the baby lay crying. He looked down at it and decided to pick the baby up. It quit fussing and started cooing. Peter smiled but then the door knob clicked open.
"Peter?" a voice from behind him called.
He turned around and look at the figure standing at the door. It was none other than his darling Wendy. She had grown; Peter noticed right away. Her hair had turned a lighter shade of brown. It was no longer the dark, lush, chocolate brown he had remembered, it was light brown almost blonde.
He could see bits of auburn scattered thoughout her hair. Hey eyes were a brighter shade of blue and the curves of her body were more defined. Her lips, however, had not changed. They remained red and curved just as he had remembered.
"Remarkable," he though outloud.
Wendy blushed knowing Peter's remark had been aimed towards her.
"You've changed too, Peter." Wendy said as she walked towards him smiling.
Peter still had the baby in his arms. It started crying as Wendy drew closer. She frowned at this. She reached for the baby, who only cried harder.
"Peter, give me the baby before it wakes up the whole house," she said eagerly, but Peter pulled the baby away from her.
"She does not want you," he smiled playfully.
"Peter, please," Wendy said angrily.
She drew near again but the child continued to wail.
"I just don't understand how she can like you better than her own--"
Before Wendy could finish, Peter cut her off. His worst nightmare had come true. It was exactly as Hook had said. Wendy did want a family and children and now she had it.
"Mother," she said finishing her sentence. "Wendy, you're her mother?" Peter said saddened looking towards the floor.
He felt tears come to his eyes and trickle down his cheek. Wendy backed away from beter. She was giggling to herself.
"It's not funny," he said angrily,"I've come back to you and you have forgotten all about me."
At this Wendy quit giggling realizing he had greatly misunderstood.
"Peter," Wendy said moving in and lifting his head with her hand.
Her skin was silky smooth. At her touch shivers ran down his back; throughout his entire body. There was a long pause and through her hand she had felt the shudder. She looked into his red, tear stained face and couldn't help but be memorized by his sapphire green eyes.
"What I was going to say," Wendy said quickly looking away from Peter eyes.,"was I can't believe she can like you, a perfect stranger, better than her own sister."
Peter felt a sigh of relief but couldnt help but feel guilty. He had jumped to conclusions but Wendy had fixed everything like she always did.
"Sister?" Peter said questioningly as Wendy nodded. He smiled.
"So this is your sister," he said.
"Yes, Peter, this is Samanta Madeline Darling." Wendy said smiling trying to take the child away but Samantha only clung tighter to Peter.
"Why won't she come to me?" She asked Peter expecting he knew the answer even though she was quite sure he didn't.
However, much to Wendy's surprise, Petere did know it was who he was. It was the very center of being. He was him. Neverland was Peter. Everything about a child was Peter.
"It's because I'm Peter Pan," he said to Wendy with a bit a cockiness and a shrewed smile.
"And exactly what does that have anthing thing to do with this matter?" she smiling and drawing closer to him.
"I'm the spirit of yourth," Peter said matter-of-factly.
"Spirit? You look very real to me," she said watching a confused look spread thoughout his face.
"I suppose your right," Peter said surrendering the baby to Wendy.
He didn't want to fight with Wendy even though she had been wrong. Very wrong. Wendy took Samantha and put her back into bed.
"Let's go. I don't want to wake her up again," Wendy said pulling Peter into her room.
Peter stopped dead in his tracks at the door way. A cold ill look had come over his face. Sweat was pouring down his face catching on his brown and the little hair of his mustache.
Wendy's room had green walls with white furniture. Her bed covers were white with emerald green flowers.
"Peter, what's wrong?" Wendy asked trying to pull Peter but he stayed in place.
"Wendy, this reminds me of somehwere I've been long ago....." he said as he tried to remember.
"Where?" Wendy asked releasing his hand and staring into his cold darkened face.
"Home"
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Oh my goodness guys I"m soo sorry it's been so long and I tried to make this chapter longer although I really don't think it will work. Anyhow, I live in on the east coast where all the snow has been hitting and I left my draft of the story at school and last week we had 5 cancellations. GREAT SCOTTS!!!! I'm currently working on chapter 7. This baby is pretty long and goes into some really detailed stuff. It's already 2.5 pages hand written. We'll see how it turns out. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT MY STORY AND HAVE THEM R&R..... I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT. Thanks to the two reviewers I did have. You rock.
