Hello there. My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling the Seventeenth. Quite a mouthful, isn't it? At home I'm called Wendy, but in public my family adds the Seventeenth.
My mother was Wendy the Sixteenth, and her mother was Wendy the Fifteenth. So it went, back to the original Wendy. Every daughter since Peter's original Wendy has been so named in order to lessen Peter's confusion. He found it difficult to remember that his current Darling girl-child's name wasn't Wendy, so he asked that every first girl born be named Wendy. The already-living non-Wendys changed their names, much to their current and/or future husbands' displeasure. According to Peter's request, Darling is the original surname, and so we must keep it, even if we marry, and use Darling for the rest of our lives, instead of our husbands' names.
Naturally every girl, around her twelfth year, got to go on an adventure with Peter Pan. He'd come to see every baby girl since the Wendy-name episode, to see if the next Wendy had a hidden kiss. If not, he would only take her to Neverland once for a month during the summer. If she did have a hidden kiss, he would visit her and take her to Neverland whenever she wished. So far, only three Wendys other than Wendy the First had the hidden kiss. I, it seems, do have this kiss, making me wonder what to do about it.
It was every girl's task to go with Peter at least once. To make it interesting, the first Wendy wrote her adventure in a journal. Then she made her daughter keep a journal on her adventure in Neverland. I say her adventure, singular, because the poor girl was without the kiss, and so did not get a long, glorious sequence of adventures, but the one-month long adventure that so many of the Wendys have had to make do with. All the same, her adventure was enough to fill the journal, because the girl was a stickler for details, not leaving out a thing. Since then, every Wendy has kept a journal, and, while some entries are short, some are incredibly long—namely, the three other Wendys who had the kiss.
I've read and reread each journal entry, pondering what I was to do when (if) he came for me. You see, I am seventeen years old, but Mother says I'm dreadfully young for a seventeen year old. What she means by that remark, I can only wonder. She says something about my head always being in the clouds, not down on earth, where it belongs. It doesn't help my overactive imagination that my room is full of books, from the floor to the ceiling. I've read every thing written by my Wendy ancestors, and memorized most of them. Sadly, as many of the adventures I have memorized, none of them tell me what might occur on my adventures (if Peter ever shows up).I already know what Peter looks like, as one of my Wendy predecessors was a painter. She had him sit for her for sixteen hours. Can you imagine? SIXTEEN HOURS! Even I can't sit still for that long. As the story goes, he fell asleep for nine or ten of those hours, but kept his eyes open the entire time! The story really was quite amusing. If he'd bother show up, maybe I could create a few amusing stories with him. That is, IF he bothers to show up...