Neverland Away
Chapter 3: After the Dream
Coliseums were being built, Caesar was being murdered. There was Brutus, Caesar trusted him, it lead to his downfall.
Wendy hated history. All these facts, these things that happened hundreds of years ago. In retrospect things made more sense, she could see the mistakes people had made over the years, but she could do nothing at all to change them.
Sitting in the stuffy little classroom where her teacher was giving a lecture about the rise and fall of Rome, Wendy desperately wished she could get some hindsight, without putting the current behind her. She wanted to know if she was making the right choices. ÒBut we can never know that, can we?Ó Wendy thought ÒNo, weÕre alone in this.Ó
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Neverland was quite again. No more laughter, no more smiles. Beautiful smiles.
Peter laughed at himself. He was being overly dramatic. He still had his adventures with the Indians and against the pirates. He still had Tink, his best friend. She was the first friend he could ever remember having. That was all he needed, he tried to convince himself again.
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ÒHello, dear?Ó Mrs. Darling called out upon hearing the door open.
ÒItÕs me.Ó Wendy answered walking in and hanging her spring coat in the closet.
ÒHow was school?Ó her mother asked her as she came in to the living room.
Wendy smiled an uncomfortable smile, that to an astute viewer would say ÒIÕm at a loss for wordsÓ. Probably because she was, Wendy didnÕt know what to say. ÔHow was it?Õ Average, normal, as always. But worse now, because sheÕd been in Neverland again, where nothing was ordinary... everything was extraordinary. It was her own fault, she kept going back there, and when she did, she had adventures, she had fun, she had peter. And then ordinary wasnÕt good enough.
Why should ordinary be good enough?
Finally she told her mother, with a teasing grin ÒIt was like the last time you asked me, and the time before that.Ó But wasnÕt, because today she realized something. Neverland was a dream, and everyone knows, after every dream, you wake up. TBC
Chapter 3: After the Dream
Coliseums were being built, Caesar was being murdered. There was Brutus, Caesar trusted him, it lead to his downfall.
Wendy hated history. All these facts, these things that happened hundreds of years ago. In retrospect things made more sense, she could see the mistakes people had made over the years, but she could do nothing at all to change them.
Sitting in the stuffy little classroom where her teacher was giving a lecture about the rise and fall of Rome, Wendy desperately wished she could get some hindsight, without putting the current behind her. She wanted to know if she was making the right choices. ÒBut we can never know that, can we?Ó Wendy thought ÒNo, weÕre alone in this.Ó
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Neverland was quite again. No more laughter, no more smiles. Beautiful smiles.
Peter laughed at himself. He was being overly dramatic. He still had his adventures with the Indians and against the pirates. He still had Tink, his best friend. She was the first friend he could ever remember having. That was all he needed, he tried to convince himself again.
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ÒHello, dear?Ó Mrs. Darling called out upon hearing the door open.
ÒItÕs me.Ó Wendy answered walking in and hanging her spring coat in the closet.
ÒHow was school?Ó her mother asked her as she came in to the living room.
Wendy smiled an uncomfortable smile, that to an astute viewer would say ÒIÕm at a loss for wordsÓ. Probably because she was, Wendy didnÕt know what to say. ÔHow was it?Õ Average, normal, as always. But worse now, because sheÕd been in Neverland again, where nothing was ordinary... everything was extraordinary. It was her own fault, she kept going back there, and when she did, she had adventures, she had fun, she had peter. And then ordinary wasnÕt good enough.
Why should ordinary be good enough?
Finally she told her mother, with a teasing grin ÒIt was like the last time you asked me, and the time before that.Ó But wasnÕt, because today she realized something. Neverland was a dream, and everyone knows, after every dream, you wake up. TBC