Okay and for once do not be the mean heartless ppl that always seem to read
my stories and REVIEW!
A/N akay, new chappie. So far, only two ppl have been reviewing my story per chp! Its sad! Pleez review! Ill give you a cookie! Ill email you! Ill do anything you want! Well, mubbie not *anything*, but you get the picture. So go, read the chappie and review!
Disclaimer: see chapter2
Chapter3
"Shush!" the girls wispered. "You gotta keep quiet!" they continued in their creepy manner of talking together. Then it hit them what he said.
"Mother? As in..Neverland?" Mary squeaked.
"No. No way in hell you are gonna get me too cook and clean and.and.sew!" Anna shouted, forgetting to be quiet.
"Oh," Mary said. "I just realized. I can't do those things very well...Oh but I cant miss this opportunity. Hmmmm...well..I can't sew at all, but I suppose we could work around that., and I can clean well enough, even though your gonna have a hell of a time getting me to, and cooking, well, I can learn." She resolved.
"Fine, but can you tell stories? You gotta tell us stories." Peter asked eagarly. Mary glanced at Anna and their eyes met with a smile as they remembered their own adventures and of course all of Peter's that they knew.
"Yes, but I'm not very good at telling them. I can sing, though." She said fervently.
"Wendy never sang for us," Peter said pensively, "But I guess you can."
"I'd love to." Mary said with a theatrical curtsy and smiled.
"But what about me?!" Anna cried. "I don't wanna be a mother! Mary can, but she's a freak." Mary stuck her tongue out at her twin.
"You can be a Lost Girl." Peter suggested.
"Kick ass!" Anna shouted, pumping her fist into the air!
"But what about Mother and Aunt Cheryl? They'll be so worried!" Mary troubled.
"Ah, screw them!" Anna said and grabbed on to her sisters shoulders and shook her a little. "This is Neverland! Remember when we were little, after all of our games, we would sit down and wish so hard that we could go there. Come on girl, this isn't the time for you to turn chicken on me!"
Mary smiled a little, reminiscing, before her worried face hardened, then smiled largely. "You're right. This is a never-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We can't pass this up. But what to bring?"
"CD player." Anna said firmly.
"Hair brush." Mary suggested, already being the mother.
"Pocket knife."
"Clothes."
"Books"
"Toothbrush and toothpaste."
They caught each others eyes. "Dad." They said together.
"Dad? You're gonna bring your father?" Peter asked, still somewhat dazed from his head injury.
"No, silly." Mary explained. "Our father died when we were little, and we only have one picture of him. We keep it close."
"Oh." He said. "Good, cause grown-ups aren't allowed in Neverland."
"We know." The girls chimed.
"We know all about Neverland." Anna said.
"All and everything!" Mary said cheerily.
"Alright, now bring on the pixie dust!" Anna declared, rubbing her hands together.
Alright, now move the cursor to the bottom of the screen, thats right, go to your left, no, other left, dear, see the little button? click it! NOW!
A/N akay, new chappie. So far, only two ppl have been reviewing my story per chp! Its sad! Pleez review! Ill give you a cookie! Ill email you! Ill do anything you want! Well, mubbie not *anything*, but you get the picture. So go, read the chappie and review!
Disclaimer: see chapter2
Chapter3
"Shush!" the girls wispered. "You gotta keep quiet!" they continued in their creepy manner of talking together. Then it hit them what he said.
"Mother? As in..Neverland?" Mary squeaked.
"No. No way in hell you are gonna get me too cook and clean and.and.sew!" Anna shouted, forgetting to be quiet.
"Oh," Mary said. "I just realized. I can't do those things very well...Oh but I cant miss this opportunity. Hmmmm...well..I can't sew at all, but I suppose we could work around that., and I can clean well enough, even though your gonna have a hell of a time getting me to, and cooking, well, I can learn." She resolved.
"Fine, but can you tell stories? You gotta tell us stories." Peter asked eagarly. Mary glanced at Anna and their eyes met with a smile as they remembered their own adventures and of course all of Peter's that they knew.
"Yes, but I'm not very good at telling them. I can sing, though." She said fervently.
"Wendy never sang for us," Peter said pensively, "But I guess you can."
"I'd love to." Mary said with a theatrical curtsy and smiled.
"But what about me?!" Anna cried. "I don't wanna be a mother! Mary can, but she's a freak." Mary stuck her tongue out at her twin.
"You can be a Lost Girl." Peter suggested.
"Kick ass!" Anna shouted, pumping her fist into the air!
"But what about Mother and Aunt Cheryl? They'll be so worried!" Mary troubled.
"Ah, screw them!" Anna said and grabbed on to her sisters shoulders and shook her a little. "This is Neverland! Remember when we were little, after all of our games, we would sit down and wish so hard that we could go there. Come on girl, this isn't the time for you to turn chicken on me!"
Mary smiled a little, reminiscing, before her worried face hardened, then smiled largely. "You're right. This is a never-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We can't pass this up. But what to bring?"
"CD player." Anna said firmly.
"Hair brush." Mary suggested, already being the mother.
"Pocket knife."
"Clothes."
"Books"
"Toothbrush and toothpaste."
They caught each others eyes. "Dad." They said together.
"Dad? You're gonna bring your father?" Peter asked, still somewhat dazed from his head injury.
"No, silly." Mary explained. "Our father died when we were little, and we only have one picture of him. We keep it close."
"Oh." He said. "Good, cause grown-ups aren't allowed in Neverland."
"We know." The girls chimed.
"We know all about Neverland." Anna said.
"All and everything!" Mary said cheerily.
"Alright, now bring on the pixie dust!" Anna declared, rubbing her hands together.
Alright, now move the cursor to the bottom of the screen, thats right, go to your left, no, other left, dear, see the little button? click it! NOW!
