Land Past A Star

By: KyleGranger342

A Peter Pan story based off the 2003 movie.

Chapter One
Boys Head Home

On the edge of their beds, the eight boys watched a young girl over towards the window. She was telling them a story about a woman finding her true love by the means of a lost glass slipper. The boys' eyes were wide by the end of the story. The girls stood up and began making her way out of the room.

"Is that it Wendy?" said a boy with glasses on the edge of his nose.

"Yeah, can you tell us another one?" said a highly freckle faced boy. The other six boys in the room agreed.

"Alright, alright," said Wendy, turning around and walking back to the chair she once sat in. "Which one would you like to here? Slighty?"

"Umm . . . I'd like to here the story . . . the story you haven't told us for two years, the day you returned here to London," he said, looking down. Wendy widened her eyes and gulped.

"Uh. If that's what you want to here then okay." She said. "There once was a boy who never grew up . . ."

The boys seemed so interested in the story that they came down from their beds and sat closer to her knees. She hadn't told or thought about this story for nearly two years. Not since they returned from a land past the second star to the right. This land was beautiful. Full of mermaids, Indians, pirates, fairies and so much more. Also on this island, lived a boy. Not just any boy, but a boy that never grew up and could fly.

"Then the 3 children's mother awoke and screamed her head off at the sight of her missing children. Giving them hugs and kisses and what not. Soon their aunt walked in followed by the six lost boys who then became part of the family. And they all lived happily ever after."

The boys were smiling and frowning at the same time. How they missed the island called Neverland and the boy who never grew up, Peter Pan. Playing with Indians and fighting pirates. Good times they were to the lost boys who would not be where they are now without Peter.

"Well you boys better get to bed," she said. A dog walked in and pulled the blankets over them. "Night Nana." Wendy walked downstairs to find her mother, father, and aunt sitting in the den having tea.

"Sweetie, your going to bed soon, arent you?" her mother, Mrs. Darling, asked.

"Yes. I just came down for a glass of water," Wendy told them. "The boys just went to sleep."

"Is Slightly doing okay?" Aunt Millicent asked about her son.

"Yes." Aunt Millicent and Slightly just moved in with the darlings after Aunt Millicent got a divorce almost a month ago. Wendy grabbed a glass of water and made her way back upstairs to her room. Once the lost boys moved into John and Michael's room, she had no place to sleep. So she got her own room.

Around midnight, Michael woke up to a small shutter that came from outside the window. He grabbed his bear and got out of bed. He reached the window and peered out into the darkness through the stain glass window. He couldn't see anything. With fear of a monster coming in, he cautiously opened the window and stuck his head out. He couldn't see anything.

He heard a russle in the bush down my Nana's doghouse. Michael quickly shut the window and ran over to his bed. None of the boys woke. He pulled the covers over his head and glanced out at the window through a hole in the sheet. He could hear the russling sound again when he noticed he left the window open about an inch. He closed his eyes and squeezed his bear. He was sweating.

A shiny light was swerving around above his bed. He noticed it was gold. Hesitantly, he pulled the covers down to see a huge bug of some sort. Immediately, he swatted it and got out of bed to go look at it.

It wasn't a bug at all. It was a fairy. But not just any fairy. This fairy was Tinker Bell. Michael's eyes widened. The little fairy was acting weird. She was nodding her head towards the window and pointing. Michael turned his head to see Peter floating outside the window. Michael was freaking out. He ran to the window and opened it more so Peter could get in.

"Peter?" Michael said.

"Yes, John?" Peter replied.

"I'm not John," he said, "I'm Michael."

"Are you serious?" Peter asked. "Well then you must have grown."

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked.

"I was here earlier for the story," he said, "I just didn't want to go home yet."

Michael ran over to the beds of John and Curly and shook them slightly. They awoke yawning and asking what was up. He then ran over to the bed that held the twins and the beds where Nibs, Slightly and Toodles were sleeping.

They had no idea why he woke them up until they noticed a boy standing by the window.

"Peter?" Toodles said.

"It is," said Nibs.

"Wow," the twins said.

"You look so much older," Slightly said.

"I know. Since I've been coming here everyday, the growing gets to me," he said.

"Why do you come here?" Nibs asked.

"To here the stories and check up on you guys . . . and . . . Wendy," he said.

"I see," John said.

"Peter?" Slightly said, "Can I go back to Neverland with you."

The lost boys, John, and Michael gasped.

"No, no. Just for like . . . a vacation," he said. Peter smiled.

"Of course you can?" Peter said. "Anybody else wanna tag along." All the boys smiled. "Well let's go. . ."

"Wait!" John said. "What about Wendy?"

"We can't go wake her up," Curly said, "the floor in the hallway creaks and it will wake up mother and father."

"I'll just fly in there," Peter suggested.

"You can't," Michael said, "she locks her windows and doors at night."

"Well Tink can help," Peter said. He turned to Tinker Bell, "Tink, go under Wendy's door and leave her a sign and if I find out you did anything, you'll be banished." Tinker Bell frowned and narrowed her eyes. She then through underneath the doorway of the boys' room.

Tink soon came back.

"Tinker Bell," Peter said, "Give them pixie dust." She began swirling around the boys. Eventually, the boys drifted into the air with wonderful thoughts filling their minds.

"Wow. Haven't been able to do this in a long time," Nibs said floating over his bed.

"Grab anything you absolutely need," Peter said, "cause' we are outta here!" He flew out the window with the six boys following close behind.

The boys were laughing as they passed Big Ben's minute hand and zoomed up into the night sky, heading towards a bright star to the right.

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