Neverland Away
Basically, this story picks up about two years after the end of the 2003 movie, but instead of never seeing each other again Wendy goes to Neverland every year for spring cleaning.
Chapter 1: Home
Wendy sat at her desk. Half scribbled on paper lay partly crumpled all around her. She was trying to write her thoughts down, to tell a story on paper. She hadnÕt told a story in a long time. Ever since she got her own room, things had been different.
She wasnÕt angry at her parents. She understood their reasoning. A girl sharing a room with all those boys? Ridiculous, absurd even. At least thatÕs what her aunt had said. And it was true. Why it was true, she didnÕt quite understand, it was just common knowledge that it was. Growing girls just did not share rooms with boys.
Wendy groaned. She didnÕt know what words to write, or what story to tell. Was she losing her imagination?, she wondered with despair. Did growing up mean forgetting your dreams? If it did, then Wendy was sure she hadnÕt grown up. Not yet.
Every night she went to sleep thinking about Peter. She thought about Neverland, and Tinkerbell, and how long until Spring Cleaning would come around again.
It was almost worse, dreaming about Neverland and watching as the flowers bloomed, signaling that spring had begun. A year had passed since the last time Peter brought her back to Neverland. Actually, it was a year and a day, and the anticipation was tying her stomach into knots. When would Peter come and take her away?
Yes, the waiting was killing her.
She looked out the window. Every night sheÕd search the night sky, trying to remember which was the second star to the right. The one that was the home of Peter. But starting from what other star? She couldnÕt remember. Had Peter even ever told her? It didnÕt matter really, all that mattered was that she knew that maybe, just maybe, she was looking at *that* star. The one where Peter lived, and dreams were born. It gave her a feeling of comfort and loss, knowing: the second star was always just a Neverland away.
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The clock, Peter recognized it. He was almost there, at WendyÕs house.
They all looked the same, little London apartments. Some had a light on, sure, or a fancy lace curtain, or a red painted door, but honestly, speeding by through the air you couldnÕt tell a lace curtain from a cotton one, and it didnÕt really matter, he'd know when he found the Darling home. Still, he had to pay careful attention to make sure he didnÕt miss it and pass right on by.
Suddenly, he spotted it. Like all the others on the quite nighttime street, but entirely different. That house was the one where Wendy lived.
He flew down quickly, straight to the nursery window. Then he remembered, she was no longer in the nursery. The first time he came back, after he had left the lost boys and her to go back home to Neverland, he had found out she had moved.
Her new window was not as big, but it was always unlocked, waiting for him to open it. He flew around to the back of the house. Where WendyÕs room was.
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WendyÕs attention was once again on her blank sheet of paper. ÔOnce upon a timeÕ she started, before angrily crumbling up the paper. It was no good. Nothing was.
She decided to think about Peter again. Well, not decide, exactly, thatÕs just where her mind went. ThatÕs where it always went. She imagined that Peter had come back, and that he was floating outside her window, waiting to take her away. She didnÕt know why she was imagining him staring at her like that, and why suddenly a huge smile that was almost a smirk broke out across his face. Not until she realized she wasnÕt imagining at all, and that she was smiling back.
TBC
Please review, let me know how to improve, but be nice! Thank you!
Basically, this story picks up about two years after the end of the 2003 movie, but instead of never seeing each other again Wendy goes to Neverland every year for spring cleaning.
Chapter 1: Home
Wendy sat at her desk. Half scribbled on paper lay partly crumpled all around her. She was trying to write her thoughts down, to tell a story on paper. She hadnÕt told a story in a long time. Ever since she got her own room, things had been different.
She wasnÕt angry at her parents. She understood their reasoning. A girl sharing a room with all those boys? Ridiculous, absurd even. At least thatÕs what her aunt had said. And it was true. Why it was true, she didnÕt quite understand, it was just common knowledge that it was. Growing girls just did not share rooms with boys.
Wendy groaned. She didnÕt know what words to write, or what story to tell. Was she losing her imagination?, she wondered with despair. Did growing up mean forgetting your dreams? If it did, then Wendy was sure she hadnÕt grown up. Not yet.
Every night she went to sleep thinking about Peter. She thought about Neverland, and Tinkerbell, and how long until Spring Cleaning would come around again.
It was almost worse, dreaming about Neverland and watching as the flowers bloomed, signaling that spring had begun. A year had passed since the last time Peter brought her back to Neverland. Actually, it was a year and a day, and the anticipation was tying her stomach into knots. When would Peter come and take her away?
Yes, the waiting was killing her.
She looked out the window. Every night sheÕd search the night sky, trying to remember which was the second star to the right. The one that was the home of Peter. But starting from what other star? She couldnÕt remember. Had Peter even ever told her? It didnÕt matter really, all that mattered was that she knew that maybe, just maybe, she was looking at *that* star. The one where Peter lived, and dreams were born. It gave her a feeling of comfort and loss, knowing: the second star was always just a Neverland away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The clock, Peter recognized it. He was almost there, at WendyÕs house.
They all looked the same, little London apartments. Some had a light on, sure, or a fancy lace curtain, or a red painted door, but honestly, speeding by through the air you couldnÕt tell a lace curtain from a cotton one, and it didnÕt really matter, he'd know when he found the Darling home. Still, he had to pay careful attention to make sure he didnÕt miss it and pass right on by.
Suddenly, he spotted it. Like all the others on the quite nighttime street, but entirely different. That house was the one where Wendy lived.
He flew down quickly, straight to the nursery window. Then he remembered, she was no longer in the nursery. The first time he came back, after he had left the lost boys and her to go back home to Neverland, he had found out she had moved.
Her new window was not as big, but it was always unlocked, waiting for him to open it. He flew around to the back of the house. Where WendyÕs room was.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
WendyÕs attention was once again on her blank sheet of paper. ÔOnce upon a timeÕ she started, before angrily crumbling up the paper. It was no good. Nothing was.
She decided to think about Peter again. Well, not decide, exactly, thatÕs just where her mind went. ThatÕs where it always went. She imagined that Peter had come back, and that he was floating outside her window, waiting to take her away. She didnÕt know why she was imagining him staring at her like that, and why suddenly a huge smile that was almost a smirk broke out across his face. Not until she realized she wasnÕt imagining at all, and that she was smiling back.
TBC
Please review, let me know how to improve, but be nice! Thank you!