Sorry guys! I've been so busy this week! My friends mother died on Monday, and other things, so, you know… I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! Thank you so much for your support!
I would like to thank another handful: Blueberrie for reviewing first, cherryblossomjen for being depressed by my story, (I always did love sad things) Red Handed Jill for loving intimate moments, Sylvia Sylverton for not caring weather anybody noticed who she checked out, wolfcry for still loving it, Star Katt for reviewing the first chapter, Angel285 for being pushy, Loves to Read for loving my story, (I'm touched) Iris for memorizing the movie also, (Good job) SBGrl925 for realizing her mistake, (it happens to everyone) Rev for liking my whole prophecy idea, KOI for reviewing another one of my fictions, savetheducks for wanting to hear Peter sing, kscurlytop for having an AWSOME name, JustAGirl4 for thinking I have talent, (the cleverness of me!) Kayzu for reviewing and realizing the sad truth, (JK) Poztcardz205pean for being the one who does it all, Adrienne Marie for pushing my to update, And Milk.shake for being the newest to review! Hooray!
Thank you to EVERYONE who helped me out with the whole pram thing! I was totally lost. But you guys still haven't told me if I'm letting you down. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Tell me if you think something needs to be changed or an idea to make the story better! I thrive on people who help and encourage me! (Really) That's all I really wanted to say.
"Girls
are much too clever to fall out of their prams."
"Oh, Peter, it's perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls."
By the way, there's supposed to be lines before and after the quotes of the movie, but my computer won't let them be seen!
Anyways, onto the story!
The One Who Forgot
"If I were you, I would quit." Hook sneered.
He backed Peter up against a wall.
Peter smiled, "If you were me, I'd be ugly."
The next morning Wendy searched carefully for the shadow before she opened the window. She snatched the paper, and wondered if it would ever end. It seemed longer since the letters started arriving. She almost smiled at the blank piece of paper, but as soon as it began to sing, her face lost its happiness.
Could you look me in the eye?
And tell me that you're happy now?
Would you tell it to my face
Or have I been erased?
Are you happy now?
Was this just some sick joke someone was trying to play on her? Who would ever be so mad at her? And who could possibly sing into a piece of paper? She didn't know anyone who had powers like this, and nobody certainly hated her! Who could resist her warm smile and tender laugh? She had a loving family, great friends, and (Most of the time) was doing well in school. Sure, she'd thought of a boyfriend, but no boy wanted to talk to a girl who wanted to be a writer.
Writing excited her. She wished she had some adventures she could write about, but nothing exciting her happened to her. Well, these mysterious letters were eventful, but she had no idea how it would all end. She shook her head, and put the letter in Tink's drawer. After barring the windows, she ran down the steps to a warm breakfast.
Peter was now working on something else. It would take forever if the days kept on like this. What if she didn't remember after the letters finished? What if- No, he had to do something more, effective. Peter flew back to Neverland, and went searching for his new fairy friend, Jingle. He was a little old, and chubby, but he was still as spirited as Tink was before she died. (A/N. Imagine the fairy Hook flicked, okay? Sorta like him.) Jingle was sitting on one of the entrances to Peter's house, humming to himself. Jingle was very close to Tink, even though he was still young when she got older. (She was however many years Peter is (Not how many he looks) plus another year)
Peter landed next to Jingle, with a line of worry etched in his childish forehead. Jingle flew to his side, watching as he had as Peter slowly deteriorate after Wendy left. He had hoped going back would make him happy, but this clearly was not what happened.
Peter sat cross-legged on the ground, not taking his eyes off it, and started to fiddle with the leaves, "She forgot me Jingle."
It was clear this was still painful, as Peter was trying to hold back the tears. He had not said it aloud before, and you know something means much more when said aloud.
"Sorry Peter." The old fairy jingled. His voice sounded like an endlessly sounding low bell.
"You have to help me." Peter had still not looked at him.
"How?" Jingle inquired.
Peter now faced him, "I need a little…fairy dust."
Wendy was now staring at the letters she had spread out on her floor. It was late, so she was counting on her soft light from her antique lamp. There were a total of six letters now. Every morning they had appeared, even though Peter was still in Neverland. (I'm starting to think time goes by slower in Neverland) She touched each one, forming into part of the song that had arrived. She carefully fingered the latest three.
You, took all there was to take And left me with all the blameAnd I don't care about it, yeah
And I'm, giving up this game
And leaving you with all the blame
Cause I don't care
Could you look me in the eye?
And tell me that you're happy now?
Come on, tell it to my face
Or have I been replaced?
Are you happy now? Yeah
Everyday, she seemed to be getting little flashes of conversations she never had. Or had she?
"Wendy? One girl is worth more than twenty boys."
"You really think so?"
"I live with boys. The lost boys. They are well named."
She thought of her brothers. It seemed that she'd always had them. But that were all so close in age, they couldn't have all been Darlings at one point. She raced downstairs, to find her mother and father sitting by the fire. Her mother was sewing Nib's pants, and her father was reading the newspaper.
"Father? Were we always this big of a family?" Wendy asked, breaking the silence.
Mr. Darling turned to her, "Of course not dear. About 2 years ago, we lost you for a time, and then you, John, and Michael came back bringing the rest of your brothers. You announced they were the "lost boys" and you wanted to keep them. Slightly came a little later, and then Aunt Millicent adopted him. Don't you remember?"
Wendy was awed by this recovered information.
"I live with boys. The lost boys."
"Wendy?" Mr. Darling asked when she did not answer.
"No Father. I don't. Where did we go?" She asked, more confused then ever.
So, maybe she did do something she hadn't remembered. Maybe this voice was part of these lost memories.
Mrs. Darling stepped in, "You didn't tell us. You just became deeply involved with telling stories. Many about Peter Pan and Cinderella. Why don't you anymore?"
Wendy shook her head, "I'm not sure. I guess, the boys are getting older, and so am I. I can't even remember those stories."
"Wendy-" Mr. Darling started, but Wendy had fled back up the stairs.
My 3rd chapter! Wee! I'm so sorry guys! By the way, the song is by Michelle Branch, incase you were wondering. Personally, I think it's better if you listen to the lyrics, so if you don't know it, hooray for you! Can anyone guess what Peter's got planned? Send me your theories; you're craziness, and your love of Peter Pan! ~ Miaa
