CHAPTER 7: NEVERLAND'S FLIGHT
Peter looked at Wendy in a way that no girl could resist. "Come." He whispered loudly, leading her to the window. She slowly followed, feeling entranced. "Come away to Neverland." Wendy said nothing, but had a loving twinkle in her eyes, climbing onto the white windowsill.
Meanwhile, at the party, Mrs. Morgan could sense that something was not right at the house. She looked up, into space. "George, something's wrong!" she cried, grabbing her lace shawl from the coat rack as she started running out of the door. Mr. Morgan followed her without saying goodbye to his hosts. The other guests were looking at the two leaving people as if they were the weirdest things that they had ever seen.
"What could be wrong?" Mr. Morgan panted, also starting to get concerned. Mrs. Morgan pointed to Wendy's open window.
"Something is happening with Wendy!" she cried noticing Wendy talking to a dark figure. They hurried into the house, up the two flights of stairs, and ran to Wendy's room.
All they could see was a twinkling light that was fluttering behind two shadows that were disappearing into the night sky, holding hands.
"Wendy!" They cried out together, running to the window. But unfortunately they could not open the window because it was jammed. Someone had made the window almost impossible to open! They pounded on it frantically, wanting their daughter to fly back into their arms.
Then, a charming boy smiled back at them, in a sort of cocky way as telling them; "She can't hear you."
Wendy was looking ahead at the beautiful night sky. Peter swooped with extra speed down to the deserted streets and thrilled Wendy by skidding his dagger on it, creating a mark. They flew back up to the sky, over the rooftops.
The only people on the streets were the wealthy elderly ones, a couple. They were standing on a doorstep, waiting for their car to pick them up. To their surprise, a boy tumbled in the air infront of them.
"Hello, old chap!" The boy said. They gasped, widening their eyes. But that was not all. Right behind Peter, Wendy blurred past them.
"Good evening!" She called sweetly. After Wendy had passed them, the man widened his eyes while his wife fainted.
Peter and Wendy were flying upward, into outer space. Stars and planets zoomed by them, Wendy seeing it as a world of color. To Wendy's surprise, Peter was having a happy time trying to blow out the lights on the stars, which glared at him.
Wendy looked concerned for the stars, and pouted at Peter. Peter smiled cockily, and crossed his arms. "It's just for fun." Peter explained. "All they can do is blink at us."
Wendy's eyebrows went different directions. One going down whiles the other going up as Peter said this. "Blinking?" she asked, puzzled.
Peter nodded like he knew everything Wendy didn't. "That's the star language. Only the youngest stars blink, but that's all. The older ones are too tired to blink, and care less about playing games."
Wendy's eyebrows went back to the normal place. "I see."
Peter looked ahead and laced fingers with Wendy tightly. Wendy looked ahead as well, seeing a tunnel of swirling neon colored lights in the stars. They were gaining speed, making the wind blow Wendy's hair out of her face. "Just a warning!" Peter called out, smiling at the tunnel. "Whatever happens, I'll never let go, that is.... If you don't!"
Right when Peter finished, Wendy started yelling. They accelerated in speed, Wendy feeling like a magnet trying to be sucked to metal behind her. They entered the colorful portal. Wendy yelled louder, feeling her hand slip from Peter's grasp.
Lucky for her, she let go right when they bombed out of the tunnel with fiery colors following them like smoke, eventually disappearing into the starry sky. Wendy flew behind Peter, both of them looking like war jets. Soon, they slowed down as the bright sun crept upon the glorious island infront of them.
Peter led Wendy down to the baby blue Ocean and held onto her waist, keeping her from falling. A group of dolphins leapt out of the water, smiling at Wendy, who laughed back at them. Peter guided her hand to the dolphin's rubbery skin. She smiled at them, Peter smiling at her.
Quickly, the two children flew back up to the air. The sun made the sky orange and pink, the clouds reminding Wendy of cotton candy. She could hear the angels singing to her, as the Neverland was visible to Wendy's eyes. Tall, rocky mountains were set with waterfalls pouring down them. Hills of green and gold filled with trees were also on the island. There were trees from every sort of climate: evergreen trees for the forests, with tropical trees for the jungles. IT WAS BREATHTAKING! I wish that I could describe it more, but that would never work for words.
"Neverland." Wendy sighed, flying on her tiptoes to view the island at its best.
Peter stopped in the air, noticing that Wendy was far behind him. He made a whistle sound, which made the wind tenderly blow her to him. "Welcome." Peter smiled at Neverland, meaning to smile at Wendy. Wendy smiled back at him as he slowly turned his head to her.
"Peter," Wendy beamed. "This is so gorgeous!" she cried. Peter flew to a nearby pink cloud and bounced on it. Wendy followed, doing the same. They bounced along the clouds for hours until they finally settled down, looking at the port.
Peter looked at Wendy in a way that no girl could resist. "Come." He whispered loudly, leading her to the window. She slowly followed, feeling entranced. "Come away to Neverland." Wendy said nothing, but had a loving twinkle in her eyes, climbing onto the white windowsill.
Meanwhile, at the party, Mrs. Morgan could sense that something was not right at the house. She looked up, into space. "George, something's wrong!" she cried, grabbing her lace shawl from the coat rack as she started running out of the door. Mr. Morgan followed her without saying goodbye to his hosts. The other guests were looking at the two leaving people as if they were the weirdest things that they had ever seen.
"What could be wrong?" Mr. Morgan panted, also starting to get concerned. Mrs. Morgan pointed to Wendy's open window.
"Something is happening with Wendy!" she cried noticing Wendy talking to a dark figure. They hurried into the house, up the two flights of stairs, and ran to Wendy's room.
All they could see was a twinkling light that was fluttering behind two shadows that were disappearing into the night sky, holding hands.
"Wendy!" They cried out together, running to the window. But unfortunately they could not open the window because it was jammed. Someone had made the window almost impossible to open! They pounded on it frantically, wanting their daughter to fly back into their arms.
Then, a charming boy smiled back at them, in a sort of cocky way as telling them; "She can't hear you."
Wendy was looking ahead at the beautiful night sky. Peter swooped with extra speed down to the deserted streets and thrilled Wendy by skidding his dagger on it, creating a mark. They flew back up to the sky, over the rooftops.
The only people on the streets were the wealthy elderly ones, a couple. They were standing on a doorstep, waiting for their car to pick them up. To their surprise, a boy tumbled in the air infront of them.
"Hello, old chap!" The boy said. They gasped, widening their eyes. But that was not all. Right behind Peter, Wendy blurred past them.
"Good evening!" She called sweetly. After Wendy had passed them, the man widened his eyes while his wife fainted.
Peter and Wendy were flying upward, into outer space. Stars and planets zoomed by them, Wendy seeing it as a world of color. To Wendy's surprise, Peter was having a happy time trying to blow out the lights on the stars, which glared at him.
Wendy looked concerned for the stars, and pouted at Peter. Peter smiled cockily, and crossed his arms. "It's just for fun." Peter explained. "All they can do is blink at us."
Wendy's eyebrows went different directions. One going down whiles the other going up as Peter said this. "Blinking?" she asked, puzzled.
Peter nodded like he knew everything Wendy didn't. "That's the star language. Only the youngest stars blink, but that's all. The older ones are too tired to blink, and care less about playing games."
Wendy's eyebrows went back to the normal place. "I see."
Peter looked ahead and laced fingers with Wendy tightly. Wendy looked ahead as well, seeing a tunnel of swirling neon colored lights in the stars. They were gaining speed, making the wind blow Wendy's hair out of her face. "Just a warning!" Peter called out, smiling at the tunnel. "Whatever happens, I'll never let go, that is.... If you don't!"
Right when Peter finished, Wendy started yelling. They accelerated in speed, Wendy feeling like a magnet trying to be sucked to metal behind her. They entered the colorful portal. Wendy yelled louder, feeling her hand slip from Peter's grasp.
Lucky for her, she let go right when they bombed out of the tunnel with fiery colors following them like smoke, eventually disappearing into the starry sky. Wendy flew behind Peter, both of them looking like war jets. Soon, they slowed down as the bright sun crept upon the glorious island infront of them.
Peter led Wendy down to the baby blue Ocean and held onto her waist, keeping her from falling. A group of dolphins leapt out of the water, smiling at Wendy, who laughed back at them. Peter guided her hand to the dolphin's rubbery skin. She smiled at them, Peter smiling at her.
Quickly, the two children flew back up to the air. The sun made the sky orange and pink, the clouds reminding Wendy of cotton candy. She could hear the angels singing to her, as the Neverland was visible to Wendy's eyes. Tall, rocky mountains were set with waterfalls pouring down them. Hills of green and gold filled with trees were also on the island. There were trees from every sort of climate: evergreen trees for the forests, with tropical trees for the jungles. IT WAS BREATHTAKING! I wish that I could describe it more, but that would never work for words.
"Neverland." Wendy sighed, flying on her tiptoes to view the island at its best.
Peter stopped in the air, noticing that Wendy was far behind him. He made a whistle sound, which made the wind tenderly blow her to him. "Welcome." Peter smiled at Neverland, meaning to smile at Wendy. Wendy smiled back at him as he slowly turned his head to her.
"Peter," Wendy beamed. "This is so gorgeous!" she cried. Peter flew to a nearby pink cloud and bounced on it. Wendy followed, doing the same. They bounced along the clouds for hours until they finally settled down, looking at the port.