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Notes from the Authoress: Here's chapter 5!!! Not much to say but read, review and enjoy!!
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Wendy woke the next morning in a sort of confused haze. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, trying to sort out last night's events in her head. Had she just imagined it, or had Peter really come back? And had they almost....well, that was impossible.
But she heard the boys jumping out of their beds down the hall and calling things such as "Peter, play swords with us!" and she knew that she hadn't been dreaming. That realization was both joyous and heartbreaking at the same time.
She climbed out of bed and pulled on her blue robe. Usually she put her hair up before breakfast in order to put off a good impression in case they had any guests, but today she was just too emotionally drained.
Wendy turned to leave her room but the door was flung open before her hand was even on the doorknob. It was her mother.
"Wendy! Oh, thank goodness your still here, that boy who you claimed to have run off with six years ago is in the nursery; but how could he be a boy, when he looks like a man? And the boys are saying that you invited him to stay here?! Wendy, who is he?" she cried accusingly.
"Mother, Peter is.....he is.....he is the boy that I ran off with. He can fly, you know. He is the boy who I had those adventures that I told about with. I don't know why he's returned mother, but I am ever so happy to see him! I've missed him so. Can he not stay? I'm sure that he wouldn't be much of a bother. He's ever so kind!" Wendy pleaded, her eyes threatening to spill over again.
"Well.....I suppose he could. But for now let's just go and eat and try and break this to your poor father in the easiest way possible, darling. Come."
So the mother and daughter ascended the steps to the parlor with the same kind of grown-up grace.
'It's just one more thing that makes me like my mother. It's just one more thing to tell me that I've grown up,' Wendy thought bitterly.
They entered the dining room, where Mr. Darling sat reading his paper and drinking his morning coffee.
"Ah, good morning, my angel, how was your rest?" he asked as Wendy came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, actually father, that's something I wanted to talk to you about. You see, do you remember when we disappeared for so long, and then came back through the nursery window?"
Mr. Darling looked visibly pained at the thought.
"Well, I had been trying to forget, it was a rather painful memory...." he grumbled.
"Well, father, the boy that we ran off with--"
"WHAT? It was a boy?!! Why are you just telling me this now? What indecent things--"
"Father, listen! Nothing 'indecent'-as you so vulgarly put it-happened, the boy taught us to fly, and now he's returned! And if you don't mind, I told him that he could stay here for the time being."
"NO! I will not have strange boy in our house! What will the neighbours think if some flying hooligan is living under our roof? Absolutely--"
"Wendy! You're actually up for breakfast this morning! Decided that you miss food?" said John, who was standing in the doorway with Michael, the lost boys and Peter.
Mr. Darling looked at the vine covered boy in shock.
"I-I-I-THIS is the boy that you ran off with? He's no boy, he's a man! And you're telling me that nothing indecent happened? Look at him!!! He's wearing vines, for god's sake!"
Peter walked over to Mr. Darling and held out his hand. "Sir, I would be honored if you would let me stay at your house. I promise to be quiet."
Mr. Darling looked at Peter as though he had something stuck in his teeth. He was obviously impressed with his manners, but still put off by clothing. And the fact that he had been in his daughter's room in the dead of night. He shook Peter's outstretched hand cautiously.
"Well I-I suppose you could.....stay here, for a little while. Boys, you may take your breakfast in the nursery this morning, and take this boy with you, see if you can find him somewhere to sleep for the time being."
The boys disappeared up the stairs, and they pulled Peter up with them. His eyes met Wendy's for a second, and lingered there as he smiled at her. And then, with a wink, he disappeared upstairs too.
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"Wendy, darling, don't eat too much today, or that corset won't fit around you're waist for tonight."
Wendy shuddered just thinking about corsets. She was slender as it was, corset's made her feel as though she was going to die form lack of oxygen. What pained her even more was the thought of having to go to the party tonight. So that she could-no, her parents could-well, she didn't want to think about that. But today might be her last day of freedom before a living hell began. It was even worse that Peter had to be here for it all.
"Wendy!" Her mother's voice called her back from her thoughts. "Go draw a bath for yourself, go along now, it's almost half past 3! We have to leave around half past six if we want to make it to the party on time. And trust me, my dear, this is not a party you want to be late for, what with me and your father having to make arrangements and everything...."
She was dreading tonight.
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Afterthoughts: Ok, that was chapter 5!!!! Hope you all liked it, and i hope you come back for chapter 6!!!
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Notes from the Authoress: Here's chapter 5!!! Not much to say but read, review and enjoy!!
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Wendy woke the next morning in a sort of confused haze. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, trying to sort out last night's events in her head. Had she just imagined it, or had Peter really come back? And had they almost....well, that was impossible.
But she heard the boys jumping out of their beds down the hall and calling things such as "Peter, play swords with us!" and she knew that she hadn't been dreaming. That realization was both joyous and heartbreaking at the same time.
She climbed out of bed and pulled on her blue robe. Usually she put her hair up before breakfast in order to put off a good impression in case they had any guests, but today she was just too emotionally drained.
Wendy turned to leave her room but the door was flung open before her hand was even on the doorknob. It was her mother.
"Wendy! Oh, thank goodness your still here, that boy who you claimed to have run off with six years ago is in the nursery; but how could he be a boy, when he looks like a man? And the boys are saying that you invited him to stay here?! Wendy, who is he?" she cried accusingly.
"Mother, Peter is.....he is.....he is the boy that I ran off with. He can fly, you know. He is the boy who I had those adventures that I told about with. I don't know why he's returned mother, but I am ever so happy to see him! I've missed him so. Can he not stay? I'm sure that he wouldn't be much of a bother. He's ever so kind!" Wendy pleaded, her eyes threatening to spill over again.
"Well.....I suppose he could. But for now let's just go and eat and try and break this to your poor father in the easiest way possible, darling. Come."
So the mother and daughter ascended the steps to the parlor with the same kind of grown-up grace.
'It's just one more thing that makes me like my mother. It's just one more thing to tell me that I've grown up,' Wendy thought bitterly.
They entered the dining room, where Mr. Darling sat reading his paper and drinking his morning coffee.
"Ah, good morning, my angel, how was your rest?" he asked as Wendy came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, actually father, that's something I wanted to talk to you about. You see, do you remember when we disappeared for so long, and then came back through the nursery window?"
Mr. Darling looked visibly pained at the thought.
"Well, I had been trying to forget, it was a rather painful memory...." he grumbled.
"Well, father, the boy that we ran off with--"
"WHAT? It was a boy?!! Why are you just telling me this now? What indecent things--"
"Father, listen! Nothing 'indecent'-as you so vulgarly put it-happened, the boy taught us to fly, and now he's returned! And if you don't mind, I told him that he could stay here for the time being."
"NO! I will not have strange boy in our house! What will the neighbours think if some flying hooligan is living under our roof? Absolutely--"
"Wendy! You're actually up for breakfast this morning! Decided that you miss food?" said John, who was standing in the doorway with Michael, the lost boys and Peter.
Mr. Darling looked at the vine covered boy in shock.
"I-I-I-THIS is the boy that you ran off with? He's no boy, he's a man! And you're telling me that nothing indecent happened? Look at him!!! He's wearing vines, for god's sake!"
Peter walked over to Mr. Darling and held out his hand. "Sir, I would be honored if you would let me stay at your house. I promise to be quiet."
Mr. Darling looked at Peter as though he had something stuck in his teeth. He was obviously impressed with his manners, but still put off by clothing. And the fact that he had been in his daughter's room in the dead of night. He shook Peter's outstretched hand cautiously.
"Well I-I suppose you could.....stay here, for a little while. Boys, you may take your breakfast in the nursery this morning, and take this boy with you, see if you can find him somewhere to sleep for the time being."
The boys disappeared up the stairs, and they pulled Peter up with them. His eyes met Wendy's for a second, and lingered there as he smiled at her. And then, with a wink, he disappeared upstairs too.
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"Wendy, darling, don't eat too much today, or that corset won't fit around you're waist for tonight."
Wendy shuddered just thinking about corsets. She was slender as it was, corset's made her feel as though she was going to die form lack of oxygen. What pained her even more was the thought of having to go to the party tonight. So that she could-no, her parents could-well, she didn't want to think about that. But today might be her last day of freedom before a living hell began. It was even worse that Peter had to be here for it all.
"Wendy!" Her mother's voice called her back from her thoughts. "Go draw a bath for yourself, go along now, it's almost half past 3! We have to leave around half past six if we want to make it to the party on time. And trust me, my dear, this is not a party you want to be late for, what with me and your father having to make arrangements and everything...."
She was dreading tonight.
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Afterthoughts: Ok, that was chapter 5!!!! Hope you all liked it, and i hope you come back for chapter 6!!!
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