A/N: Back. I like this story, because it's fun to write not because it is
any good. Well on with the story.
A young British girl was dreaming peacefully next to the only large window in her nursery. Dreaming of all the adventures she wished to have. She awoke with a start, there must have been a loud noise as no one was there. At least she couldn't see anyone. A tapping noise could be heard in the quiet of night & she listened intently. 'Where was it coming from? Who was doing it?' were few of many questions racing through her mind. To her shock she could make out a male figure through the curtain. Her heart jumping with joy. 'Could it be him? Could Peter have come for her?' she wondered excitedly. She edged closer to the curtain and slowly pulled it back. "Peter?" she whispered. "Wendy?" she heard him reply. She flung open the window and a boy who looked her age flew in. "Peter Pan," she whispered to herself. "Wendy, you look different. The nursery it, it has changed so much!" Peter exclaimed excited. He continued, "Where are-" "Peter."the girl cut him off. "Yes, Wendy?" "I'm not Wendy." "Who are you? Why are you in Wendy's nursery?" Peter repiled beginning to go off. "Peter clam down. I am Wendy's great, great, great granddaughter." "Hello, I am Peter Pan. What is your name?" (A/N: He I am-ed Amy!!!!) "I'm Haladay Tiannah Lacey Sumpter." "Where is Wendy?" "She's gone." "Gone?" "Dead, she died a long time ago." "No! It can not be true!" Haladay reached out to comfort Peter but her hand passed through him. Sudden she fell a falling sensation and awoke, on the floor under the window. "What a dream," she sighed.
A/N: Sumpter was the first last name that popped into my head so yeah cause I was Peter Paning.
A young British girl was dreaming peacefully next to the only large window in her nursery. Dreaming of all the adventures she wished to have. She awoke with a start, there must have been a loud noise as no one was there. At least she couldn't see anyone. A tapping noise could be heard in the quiet of night & she listened intently. 'Where was it coming from? Who was doing it?' were few of many questions racing through her mind. To her shock she could make out a male figure through the curtain. Her heart jumping with joy. 'Could it be him? Could Peter have come for her?' she wondered excitedly. She edged closer to the curtain and slowly pulled it back. "Peter?" she whispered. "Wendy?" she heard him reply. She flung open the window and a boy who looked her age flew in. "Peter Pan," she whispered to herself. "Wendy, you look different. The nursery it, it has changed so much!" Peter exclaimed excited. He continued, "Where are-" "Peter."the girl cut him off. "Yes, Wendy?" "I'm not Wendy." "Who are you? Why are you in Wendy's nursery?" Peter repiled beginning to go off. "Peter clam down. I am Wendy's great, great, great granddaughter." "Hello, I am Peter Pan. What is your name?" (A/N: He I am-ed Amy!!!!) "I'm Haladay Tiannah Lacey Sumpter." "Where is Wendy?" "She's gone." "Gone?" "Dead, she died a long time ago." "No! It can not be true!" Haladay reached out to comfort Peter but her hand passed through him. Sudden she fell a falling sensation and awoke, on the floor under the window. "What a dream," she sighed.
A/N: Sumpter was the first last name that popped into my head so yeah cause I was Peter Paning.