Ch.2
"What is it dear?" Mr. Darling asked Mrs. Darling concerned.
"Nothing my love, nothing to worry you,"
"Well, it's something that worries you and if it does that much, then it worries me too",
"It's just that our daughter is so stubborn some times. She does not want to grow up and leave home. She refuses to go to her Aunt Millicent's house. She said she would think about it, but let us really think here, she will say no and she will not change her mind. She is very demanding. I just don't know how to handle her anymore", Mrs. Darling replied close to tears.
"Oh dearest, everything will be all right. Just give it time. She will come to her senses and understand that growing up is a thing that she cannot stop. It happens to everyone whether she likes it or not. Don't worry my darling. She is still young at heart. It will wear off", Mr. Darling said sympathetically.
"Oh George, but what if it doesn't? What must we do then?"
"Well, we shall let time pass and see what happens. If she does not change, we must give her precise reasons why she is to go to her Aunt's. She must grow up Mary",
"I know", Mrs. Darling sighed.
"Now, how about a good night kiss and a little story about our past",
"George! What has gotten into you? You never like to hear stories of our past. You said yourself that they were filled with nonsense",
"Well, I have changed my mind. For tonight at least",
Mrs. Darling laughed and started telling a story of when they first met at the old Mary gold park. While they were holding each other tight, Wendy was having the most unpleasant dream. It was a dream of when she almost lost Peter Pan.
Wendy had this dream many times before. Each time she woke up in a cold sweat and crying. Then she realized that it was only a dream and that she had saved him. This one would not end up like that. Every time she had this dream, she never made it past the part where Hook was about to slash Peter across his chest. So, she never knew if she really did save his life in her dreams.
It was at the part where it usually stops and she wakes up. This time she did not wake up for this dream. Since she could see what she was doing in the dream and since she knew that she saved him, she looked over near the pole where she was suppose to be standing. She was not there! She quickly returned to the awful sight of Hook killing Peter Pan! She was not there to save him! She wanted to shout, but she could not. There was something around her mouth. She pulled it out and screamed,
"NO!"
She was breathing heavily and sweating. She looked around. She felt her face for any rope or cuts. She felt nothing. She steadied her breath, went to her jewlery box and pulled out the acorn, or kiss if you would like, that Peter had given her when they first met.
She started to put it on and then was interrupted by a tiny knocking on her window. That's odd, she thought. Who in their right mind would be coming to her window this late?
"Peter!" she cried.
She ran to the window and opened it. To her surprise, a little tiny light flew in.
"Tinker Belle?" Wendy asked astonished.
"What on earth are you doing here?"
All she got in response was a chime of bells. Wendy did not understand this so Tink started using hand signals to tell her something.
"Umm, the sky.... no, no....Neverland! Yes? Okay, a boy... that's right? Part of it? Right, go on... Peter! Ugh! What's wrong with Peter? He is hurt, wounded, ill, dead? None of those! Is he in trouble?"
"Ca-ching!" Tink replied happily.
"In trouble! But Peter Pan never gets into trouble!"
"You are sure that he needs help."
"Right, I must go then, just let me write a letter to my mother. She will be awfully worried if I don't. She will probably think that I have run away or something", Wendy said worriedly.
"I'm going as fast as I can Tink. Calm down!"
(Tink chimes angrily).
"I'm sorry Tink, forgive me. Well then, we must be on our way",
Tink shook herself to brush off some fairy dust for Wendy so she could fly. Out the window they went.
"Tinker Belle, could you please slow down some. It is very hard for me to keep up. I know you are much faster than I, but do try please. I will also try to keep up as much as I can", Wendy cried.
You see it was rather hard for Tinker Belle to slow down. She was a much faster flier than Wendy and Peter. If she wanted to slow down, she would have to dance around Wendy's head in circles, but to Wendy's surprise, Tink tried to slow down the best she could.
"Thank you Tink",
Tinker Belle chimed in delight.
"I see it coming up Tink, the path to Neverland!" "Ready Tink?"
Tink chimed yes and Wendy replied,
"Good. Let us be on our way then!"
With that, they shot off into Neverland. It was just as Wendy remembered it. It was beautiful. It was just how Wendy loved it. The sun was shinning bright, which meant that Peter was okay at the moment, but with a blink of her eye, the sky started to turn dark and cloudy. This made Wendy feel uneasy. The sky had turned the same color when everyone thought that his or her beloved Peter Pan was dead.
"Something must be terribly wrong Tink",
Tink shook her head up and down and pulled on Wendy's ear to steer her in the right direction.
I hope y'all like my story so far. It might take me a while to update again. I'm going to be really busy the next few weeks. R&R! Thanks. Any comments are welcome. This is my first time, so tell me if I've made any mistakes. Thank you bunches!!!
"What is it dear?" Mr. Darling asked Mrs. Darling concerned.
"Nothing my love, nothing to worry you,"
"Well, it's something that worries you and if it does that much, then it worries me too",
"It's just that our daughter is so stubborn some times. She does not want to grow up and leave home. She refuses to go to her Aunt Millicent's house. She said she would think about it, but let us really think here, she will say no and she will not change her mind. She is very demanding. I just don't know how to handle her anymore", Mrs. Darling replied close to tears.
"Oh dearest, everything will be all right. Just give it time. She will come to her senses and understand that growing up is a thing that she cannot stop. It happens to everyone whether she likes it or not. Don't worry my darling. She is still young at heart. It will wear off", Mr. Darling said sympathetically.
"Oh George, but what if it doesn't? What must we do then?"
"Well, we shall let time pass and see what happens. If she does not change, we must give her precise reasons why she is to go to her Aunt's. She must grow up Mary",
"I know", Mrs. Darling sighed.
"Now, how about a good night kiss and a little story about our past",
"George! What has gotten into you? You never like to hear stories of our past. You said yourself that they were filled with nonsense",
"Well, I have changed my mind. For tonight at least",
Mrs. Darling laughed and started telling a story of when they first met at the old Mary gold park. While they were holding each other tight, Wendy was having the most unpleasant dream. It was a dream of when she almost lost Peter Pan.
Wendy had this dream many times before. Each time she woke up in a cold sweat and crying. Then she realized that it was only a dream and that she had saved him. This one would not end up like that. Every time she had this dream, she never made it past the part where Hook was about to slash Peter across his chest. So, she never knew if she really did save his life in her dreams.
It was at the part where it usually stops and she wakes up. This time she did not wake up for this dream. Since she could see what she was doing in the dream and since she knew that she saved him, she looked over near the pole where she was suppose to be standing. She was not there! She quickly returned to the awful sight of Hook killing Peter Pan! She was not there to save him! She wanted to shout, but she could not. There was something around her mouth. She pulled it out and screamed,
"NO!"
She was breathing heavily and sweating. She looked around. She felt her face for any rope or cuts. She felt nothing. She steadied her breath, went to her jewlery box and pulled out the acorn, or kiss if you would like, that Peter had given her when they first met.
She started to put it on and then was interrupted by a tiny knocking on her window. That's odd, she thought. Who in their right mind would be coming to her window this late?
"Peter!" she cried.
She ran to the window and opened it. To her surprise, a little tiny light flew in.
"Tinker Belle?" Wendy asked astonished.
"What on earth are you doing here?"
All she got in response was a chime of bells. Wendy did not understand this so Tink started using hand signals to tell her something.
"Umm, the sky.... no, no....Neverland! Yes? Okay, a boy... that's right? Part of it? Right, go on... Peter! Ugh! What's wrong with Peter? He is hurt, wounded, ill, dead? None of those! Is he in trouble?"
"Ca-ching!" Tink replied happily.
"In trouble! But Peter Pan never gets into trouble!"
"You are sure that he needs help."
"Right, I must go then, just let me write a letter to my mother. She will be awfully worried if I don't. She will probably think that I have run away or something", Wendy said worriedly.
"I'm going as fast as I can Tink. Calm down!"
(Tink chimes angrily).
"I'm sorry Tink, forgive me. Well then, we must be on our way",
Tink shook herself to brush off some fairy dust for Wendy so she could fly. Out the window they went.
"Tinker Belle, could you please slow down some. It is very hard for me to keep up. I know you are much faster than I, but do try please. I will also try to keep up as much as I can", Wendy cried.
You see it was rather hard for Tinker Belle to slow down. She was a much faster flier than Wendy and Peter. If she wanted to slow down, she would have to dance around Wendy's head in circles, but to Wendy's surprise, Tink tried to slow down the best she could.
"Thank you Tink",
Tinker Belle chimed in delight.
"I see it coming up Tink, the path to Neverland!" "Ready Tink?"
Tink chimed yes and Wendy replied,
"Good. Let us be on our way then!"
With that, they shot off into Neverland. It was just as Wendy remembered it. It was beautiful. It was just how Wendy loved it. The sun was shinning bright, which meant that Peter was okay at the moment, but with a blink of her eye, the sky started to turn dark and cloudy. This made Wendy feel uneasy. The sky had turned the same color when everyone thought that his or her beloved Peter Pan was dead.
"Something must be terribly wrong Tink",
Tink shook her head up and down and pulled on Wendy's ear to steer her in the right direction.
I hope y'all like my story so far. It might take me a while to update again. I'm going to be really busy the next few weeks. R&R! Thanks. Any comments are welcome. This is my first time, so tell me if I've made any mistakes. Thank you bunches!!!