Peter and the Starcatchers
Chapter 3: Wendy
Peter was angry and flew furiously through the air. How could she grow up? Without telling me! But his thoughts were interrupted by a gentle female voice. She had a strong English accent and she seemed to be telling a story.
"…And she pricked her finger and fell to the floor in a deep slumber…"
He followed the voice and placed his feet on the ledge of her window. He recoiled at the cold stone and replaced his feet slowly. He leaned against the side of the opened window and hid behind the curtain that blew in the cool, breezy night. Every few minutes, when he was certain no one was looking, he poked his head out from behind the curtain and look at the girl.
She was of average height and quite skinny. She had long brown hair that ran down her back and was neatly parted to her left side; the rest fell to the right. She had delicate white skin, yet not pale. Her eyes were ocean blue and captivating; her lips as pink as a rose. He gaped at her beauty. When she looked toward the window he scampered behind the curtain.
He ran a hand through his hair and felt his cheeks. Hot. A smile crept up the side of his face. She's more beautiful than Molly, he thought to himself. He wanted to get her attention, but he noticed she was telling the story to two younger brothers. If only they would leave.
"Michael! John!" he heard a voice calling the two boys. Perfect! He smirked.
When the two boys had left the girl sat on her bed. Peter proudly stepped out of the shadows of the curtain. He stood there, a broad smile on his face and his hands on his hips. The girl looked up and opened her mouth to scream, but Peter was quick. He flew across the room and placed his hand over her mouth, muffling her scream.
"Hullo!" Peter said kindly. He released his hand from her mouth.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
The girl smiled proudly and stood. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling."
Peter was shocked. What a long name, he thought. "Peter…Pan," he said simply.
"Well…what are you doing here?" she asked. Peter liked her accent. It made her sound sweet.
He sighed. "I went to go see a friend, but she grew up." He sat down on the floor his head in his hands. Wendy knelt before him.
"What do you mean 'she grew up'? Everyone grows up." She giggled and he decided he liked that too.
"I don't," he replied taking his head from his hands. He looked up and was startled to see her before him. The next thing that came from his lips was not meant to. "You're much prettier up close." He covered his mouth with both hands.
Wendy giggled again. "Thank you. But what do you mean you don't grow up?"
"I just can't. Well…I suppose I could in a place like this but…not where I live." He paused and beamed. Slowly he rose off the floor.
"You can fly!" Wendy shouted, beaming.
Peter smiled and nodded. John and Michael stormed the room.
"Who can fly?" they shouted. Peter smiled down at them. "He can fly!" they screamed.
"Where on earth could you live?" Wendy asked.
Peter pointed to the sky. "Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning."
Hope you liked! Lol I have three more chapters coming! I forgot to name one and didn't count it. Haha. Review please!