Dreams, Neighbours and Stories
...Suddenly, Wendy was in her bed, sleeping silently... And suddenly she woke feeling the warm touch of a hand she knew. Peter's hand. She opened her eyes and saw the boy sha had loved once. But in that dream she still loved him. She moved forward to kiss his cheek but he stepped back. "You can't do that, Wendy. You've forgotten me." "No, I haven't or I wouldn't be dreaming about you." She grabbed his hand. "This dream is only a merely coincidence." he explained, "Now I'll go away and I'll never disturb your dreams again, Miss Darling..." He let go off her hand and flied through the window, while she lied in her bed, crying...
... Wendy woke up, breathing heavily, her chest growing up and down along with her breath. Why?... She hadn't been dreaming about him for two years and now the dreams had come back. It already was three years since he had left her, but she didn't mind it. She was now a true young lady and had forgotten him. But this dream had scared her... A stupid dream about him had been enough to scare her... She felt like a child while the tears travelled across her beautiful face. ++++++++ Mrs. Darling came in the room, smiling to her daughter. "Wendy, my dear, me and your father want you to meet some friends of ours. They'll visit us this afternoon." "May I know who are they?" "They're the Thompson family and they're going to be our new neighbours. I'm sure you'll know how to behave, but I'm just warning." "Of course I will, mother. After all, I'm sixteen. I'm a lady." Wendy smiled to her mother. "Now, my darling, why don't you dress your blue dress?" "I will, mother. You may be sure of that. I won't disappoint you." ++++++++ Wendy looked at the mirror once again. Everything in her looked just beautiful... except for her eyes. The expression in her eyes was far from being fine. They looked just liked she hadn't slept all night because of a nightmare involving bad things from her past. And that was exactly what had happened. And there was nothing she could do to make the expression in her eyes change. Absolutely nothing. She looked again into the mirror. Her dress was light blue and almost showed her shoulders. She wore a pearl necklace and her brown hear covered her semi-naked shoulders, what a cascade of curls running down her back. She had a soft make-up – just a little blush and a soft lipstick and her eyes were lined. She looked like a doll. She liked it but all in the same she didn't, never knowing why. She went out of the room and came into the living room. The guests where already there as she had thought. She took a glance at them. There were a man, a woman, a boy and a girl, both seeming to have the same age as she did. Aunt Millicent was there, never taking her eyes off Wendy. Slightly was there too, sitting with her six brothers. "I believe this is the young Miss Darling." said the man. "Yes, she is, Louis." Wendy bowed and smiled. "Wendy, these are going to be our new neighbours." remembered her mother. "I believe they'll like this place." "I'm Mark, milady, and this is my twin sister, Annie." said the boy, holding Wendy's hand a kissing the back of it, just like a true gentleman. He had dark brown hair and deep green eyes. His twin sister looked a lot like him, though her hair was lighter. Wendy simply smiled at this wonderful behaviour. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Thompson." "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Darling." "You look just like your mother, Miss Darling." said the woman "Oh, and by the way, I'm Joanne and this is my husband Louis." "Pleased to meet you." Wendy bowed and smiled again. Then, she turned to Aunt Millicent, who had a glorious smile in her face. ++++++++ Wendy was upstairs in the guests' room along with her two new friends – Annie and Mark Thompson. Somehow Wendy felt like she wanted to tell stories and that was what she asked for. "Well, I know this is a bit childish, but... would you like to hear a story?" "Er, yes, I think it's a good idea, I mean, no one is childless." "What story are you going to tell us?" She was about to tell her Cinderella story when she realised she didn't remember it. Neither Cinderella nor any other tale... except for one, one she remembered so well as if it had been yesterday. "There was once a girl named Wen... Hannah, who lived with her brothers, James and Charles..." Wendy started telling the story she remembered so well, the one that had been her story. The only alteration was in the names – she didn't want them to make fun of her. She tried to stop telling it but her tongue wouldn't let her. When she was in the middle she finally stopped it. "Will you excuse me for one second, please?" she said walking into her room. She looked into the mirror and saw that her face was turning a bit pale. "Why am I doing this?" she whispered softly. But no one answered her. She had to go back to the guests' room and finish her love story that took applauses from both Mark and Annie. "You're good at making up stories" said Annie. "How can I? This was not made up!" she thought to herself and giving a fake smile. "You could be a writer!" said Mark. "That is no future for a lady. That is no future for me." Wendy answered.
A/N: So guys this is it for now. Chapter 3 on progress, hope you liked these two and please review!!
...Suddenly, Wendy was in her bed, sleeping silently... And suddenly she woke feeling the warm touch of a hand she knew. Peter's hand. She opened her eyes and saw the boy sha had loved once. But in that dream she still loved him. She moved forward to kiss his cheek but he stepped back. "You can't do that, Wendy. You've forgotten me." "No, I haven't or I wouldn't be dreaming about you." She grabbed his hand. "This dream is only a merely coincidence." he explained, "Now I'll go away and I'll never disturb your dreams again, Miss Darling..." He let go off her hand and flied through the window, while she lied in her bed, crying...
... Wendy woke up, breathing heavily, her chest growing up and down along with her breath. Why?... She hadn't been dreaming about him for two years and now the dreams had come back. It already was three years since he had left her, but she didn't mind it. She was now a true young lady and had forgotten him. But this dream had scared her... A stupid dream about him had been enough to scare her... She felt like a child while the tears travelled across her beautiful face. ++++++++ Mrs. Darling came in the room, smiling to her daughter. "Wendy, my dear, me and your father want you to meet some friends of ours. They'll visit us this afternoon." "May I know who are they?" "They're the Thompson family and they're going to be our new neighbours. I'm sure you'll know how to behave, but I'm just warning." "Of course I will, mother. After all, I'm sixteen. I'm a lady." Wendy smiled to her mother. "Now, my darling, why don't you dress your blue dress?" "I will, mother. You may be sure of that. I won't disappoint you." ++++++++ Wendy looked at the mirror once again. Everything in her looked just beautiful... except for her eyes. The expression in her eyes was far from being fine. They looked just liked she hadn't slept all night because of a nightmare involving bad things from her past. And that was exactly what had happened. And there was nothing she could do to make the expression in her eyes change. Absolutely nothing. She looked again into the mirror. Her dress was light blue and almost showed her shoulders. She wore a pearl necklace and her brown hear covered her semi-naked shoulders, what a cascade of curls running down her back. She had a soft make-up – just a little blush and a soft lipstick and her eyes were lined. She looked like a doll. She liked it but all in the same she didn't, never knowing why. She went out of the room and came into the living room. The guests where already there as she had thought. She took a glance at them. There were a man, a woman, a boy and a girl, both seeming to have the same age as she did. Aunt Millicent was there, never taking her eyes off Wendy. Slightly was there too, sitting with her six brothers. "I believe this is the young Miss Darling." said the man. "Yes, she is, Louis." Wendy bowed and smiled. "Wendy, these are going to be our new neighbours." remembered her mother. "I believe they'll like this place." "I'm Mark, milady, and this is my twin sister, Annie." said the boy, holding Wendy's hand a kissing the back of it, just like a true gentleman. He had dark brown hair and deep green eyes. His twin sister looked a lot like him, though her hair was lighter. Wendy simply smiled at this wonderful behaviour. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Thompson." "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Darling." "You look just like your mother, Miss Darling." said the woman "Oh, and by the way, I'm Joanne and this is my husband Louis." "Pleased to meet you." Wendy bowed and smiled again. Then, she turned to Aunt Millicent, who had a glorious smile in her face. ++++++++ Wendy was upstairs in the guests' room along with her two new friends – Annie and Mark Thompson. Somehow Wendy felt like she wanted to tell stories and that was what she asked for. "Well, I know this is a bit childish, but... would you like to hear a story?" "Er, yes, I think it's a good idea, I mean, no one is childless." "What story are you going to tell us?" She was about to tell her Cinderella story when she realised she didn't remember it. Neither Cinderella nor any other tale... except for one, one she remembered so well as if it had been yesterday. "There was once a girl named Wen... Hannah, who lived with her brothers, James and Charles..." Wendy started telling the story she remembered so well, the one that had been her story. The only alteration was in the names – she didn't want them to make fun of her. She tried to stop telling it but her tongue wouldn't let her. When she was in the middle she finally stopped it. "Will you excuse me for one second, please?" she said walking into her room. She looked into the mirror and saw that her face was turning a bit pale. "Why am I doing this?" she whispered softly. But no one answered her. She had to go back to the guests' room and finish her love story that took applauses from both Mark and Annie. "You're good at making up stories" said Annie. "How can I? This was not made up!" she thought to herself and giving a fake smile. "You could be a writer!" said Mark. "That is no future for a lady. That is no future for me." Wendy answered.
A/N: So guys this is it for now. Chapter 3 on progress, hope you liked these two and please review!!