Wendy stared in at the nursery from the hallway, she watched her brothers playing happily. They jumped all around the room, kicking stuffed toys, and stepping on books, the same ones that Wendy had seen the day before when her brothers had brought her into their room to tell them a story. She felt she was ignored, that she was invisible. All of her childhood memories were slipping out of her grasp, passing her by, she felt as if she had been thrown out of childhood. It had been the first time that day that she had stepped out of her bedroom. Since last night, she didn't want to stumble upon her mother. She had thought of hating her mother, but knew that hate was such a cruel word. Her mother's behavior had been so erratic last night. Mrs. Darling was a very sweet mother, but last night she acted a lot like aunt Millicent. Some rustling was heard down the hall, Wendy moved gingerly to her room. She looked back at her brothers' open room once more, she secretly wished to be young again.
She sat down on her bed, her legs crossed. A knock was heard at the door. And once more again.
"Come in." said Wendy in a low voice.
Mrs. Darling held the door knob as she came in. Her eyes were on Wendy, they were not fierce, mad eyes, but they were calm and comforting eyes. Wendy relieved herself.
"Wendy, how are you this morning?" Mrs. Darling said drawing her eyes from her and to the floor.
"Fine." Wendy uncrossed her legs and furled her hands up in her lap.
"Oh, well aunt Millicent has invited you to a get together with some of her friends, and their daughters. I think it'd be fun to go, don't you agree?" Mrs. Darling asked..
"Uhhm, I think I'd rather stay.."
"But... Wouldn't you rather go out then stay here, all bored?" Mrs. Darling let go of the door knob, she layed one finger upon her chin as if reconsidering. "As a matter a fact, I think I'll go along with you, yes that's splendid. Oh, but who'll watch the boys?"
"I will. You should go mother, I'll stay here."
"Nice try Wendy, you're going, I'm sure John can watch over the boys. After all, the only mess they ever make stays within the borders of their room. They'll have no need of eating, we won't be gone anymore than an hour or two," Mrs. Darling sat down beside Wendy, " I'll help you get ready, why don't I pick out a dress for you, we'll be going soon." She walked over to her daughter's dresser. She took out a dress in blue. It had velvety blue lace along the bottom, and was made of very fine material. Mrs. Darling turned her gaze to her daughter, "This is nice, isn't it?" Wendy could tell it was going to be a long morning.
Wendy sat there at the table, staring upon all the girls her age. There was Jena and Stacy, who were sisters, Liliana, Dana, Mackenzie, and Abigail. Abigail eyed Wendy with envy. Wendy ignored her the most, she was aware of how much they both came upon each-other's glances. Comments from her like 'Wendy, you're so quiet, you're not so good with people are you?' and 'Look at Wendy she's not properly dressed, that dress is much too ugly' made Wendy regret her presence there.
"Ooh, guess what girls, Michael Oroscal spoke to me last week. He was such a gentlemen." Abigail doze off, her eyes beheld her girly feelings. Wendy liked Michael too, but that was before she met Peter Pan. Now he was nothing more than a boy to Wendy, but she did feel somewhat nervous when he was around.
"Oh, yes," Liliana agreed, "I believe he's the cutest boy I've seen"
The girls went around talking about only him, how fine he was, and how polite, and how a gentlemen he was.
"Wendy," Abigail turned to Wendy, "Don't you think he's.. Fine?" a smirk appeared on her face.
Now Wendy felt rage for Abigail. She would never say yes, never. Peter was way finer than Michael. But although he was, she was afraid of saying yes, something was imposing her to say yes. She wished Peter would appear before her now, and save her. She knew that if Abigail saw that she already knew a boy, a boy that she had gone off on an adventure with, and given a kiss to, she would die of jealousy. But that was just another one of her fantasies, it wouldn't come true.
"No, he's not" Wendy directed her response to Abigail. "He's just a boy."
"Oh." Abigail looked away surprised. "Well... If he's just a boy... Then what would you consider... Fine?" again she looked away.
"I don't know" said Wendy, lying. Right now she really wished to be gone, Wendy turned around and looked outside one of the restaurant's glass windows, she thought she saw a green blur pass by, her mind settled on that green blur, and realized that it was possibly Peter...