Wendy continued to run. She just couldn't stop now. She had ran off on the Head Master, gotten suspended, and with Peter and her in separate classes, her future did not look bright.
"What should I do?" Wendy thought to herself. Her head was filled with confusing thoughts, she dropped to her knees and clutched her head. Everything looked fuzzy, and her world went black. Her head smacked the ground as she fell back.
Peter burst from the school building, he just had to find Wendy. "Wendy," Peter called.
His hard shoes hit the ground as he ran. Peter was strong, and fast, but he was not used to these shoes. He felt them weighing him down every step. Shutting his eyes tight, and scrunching up his mouth, Peter attempted to fly. Despite Peter's attempt he did not make it an inch off the ground. Peter tried to react surprised but knew deep down that it was because he felt so awful, he just couldn't feel happy. Flying was a tough job. Of course it was easy for a young teenage boy who would stay young, forever living in a magical world with mystical mermaids, pirates, and fairies to feel happy; but once you were faced with the troubles of adulthood, like love, your whole world just seemed to crash.
Peter was not sure why he felt this way when he thought about Wendy, but it made him feel strange. He felt a tickle in the pit off his stomach, he felt embarrassed every time he said, or did something stupid, and he longed to kiss Wendy again (now that he knew the proper meaning of a kiss and a thimble).
Thinking about Wendy made Peter mad at himself. He was beginning to understand how he had broken all those rules Wendy had told him about, no this no that, he hadn't had any idea why someone would have so many rules, but now he understood what a bad thing he had done. Peter suddenly had a scary thought, Wendy was out there somewhere alone. There was no one there to help her. What if she wasn't alone, what if someone had kidnapped her? Peter swallowed. He felt a jolt of raw energy shooting through his body, his heart pounded in his chest, and he took off, tearing off his shoes and socks as he ran. His face turned from horrific horror and worry, to intense anger. "I have to find Wendy," Peter shouted as loud as he could.
"Ohhhh" Wendy cried clutching her aching head. "What happened?" Wendy was very dizzy and pain ran through every limb in her body. She thought to herself, "No wonder, I have been asleep on this hard ground." Wendy looked around at her atmosphere and her memory started to come back to her. "Oh no, Peter!" Wendy said aloud. But as she stood up the pain was too unbearable and she fell right back down again, hitting her head harder still and she was out cold.
Peter couldn't run any longer, he was too tired. He sat down on a log for a split second then bounced right back up at the sight of what was before him. "Wendy?" Peter said; but he knew it was Wendy for sure so he walked right over. Wendy, are you alright he asked shaking her body. Wendy's eyes opened wide. "Oh Peter," She said, I was so worried. Peter tried to help Wendy up but she moved in a way to trip him. "Oh my, sorry," said Wendy. But as Peter turned to look at Wendy, he saw a smile in her face and red in her eyes.