Dear Mother,

Do not be mad. I must find a solution for the pain that has plagued my heart and soul for the past few years. Indeed I have grown up. But my heart has always stayed. I have gone back. Do not be concerned for I shall return.

Yours faithfully

Wendy

Mrs. Darling held the scrawled out letter to her heart. She had noticed a change in her daughter in the past few years. But that was to be expected as she is maturing. She collapsed back into the chair and stared blankly out the window.


She had always kept her "kiss" hidden in the back of her drawer. Wendy stumbled upon what seemed to have been forgotten and all the feelings and memories that she had tried so hard to erase came flooding back. She also found what seemed to be dust covering the small kiss. Wendy wiped it clean and a picture of Peter came to her thoughts. Which a rush of excitement Wendy flew up into the air, narrowly missing the chandelier.

"I shall return to you Peter." She whispered. Quickly scribbling out a note, Wendy placed it on her bed and shuffled to the nursery. She had since bin moved from the nursery and thought it to be wise to exit from the same window. Cautiously stepping on to the window sill Wendy thought of her brothers, Nana, her parents and we shan't forget Peter. Her feet rose above the railing and she kicked off the wall. Vaguely remembering her way, Wendy soared through the clouds ducking, diving and dodging she flew.

Wendy landed softly onto a bundle of leaves and looked around. The trees were familiar and the sweet smell of Neverland surrounded her. She peered around her and saw no sign of life. Wendy searched for the tree and pulled the vine that opened the secret door.

"Peter!" she called as she stumbled down into the hollow tree. Everything was just as she remembered. Although there was still no sign of Peter. "Peter?" Confused, Wendy fell onto the bed. It was very un-lady like to be in a gentlemen's bed, but this was Peter. Wendy waited for hours, but Peter was still not there.

Her eyelids became heavy and her head dropped onto the pillow. Drowsiness overcame her and she finally fell into a slumber.

The teacher snatched the piece of paper and looked at Wendy in disapprovingly.

'What would your parents say about such insolence?" scolded the teacher. Wendy shook her head.

"Please, don't tell my parents!" the teacher started to shake Wendy's shoulders.

She awoke with a jolt and was looking eye to eye of a boy. But this would have been a year older than her. He obviously did not know who this girl was and quickly whipped his sword out and pointed it at her throat.

"Who are you, lady?" he enquired. Wendy stared into his familiar green eyes and a huge grin sprung to life across her face.

"Peter?" his head cocked on the side and he slowly lowered his sword. "Peter? It is me! Wendy!" he dropped his sword and stepped forward. Peter's arm extended and he poked her shoulder.

"Wendy?" she nodded ecstatically and jumped up. She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his chest. Then, through the corner of her eye, Wendy saw a little golden light flicker past and then out of sight. Again she saw the little shimmering light and it sauntered up to her and flicked her on the nose.

"Ouch" Wendy squeaked. Peter grasped the ball of sparkles and threw her at the bed. It landed quite roughly and bounced backwards.

"Oh, Tink. Don't play those awful tricks on Wendy again!" Wendy could not wipe the smile off her face. It was different to last time she was here, of course because there were no lost boys and no Michael and John. Peter jumped on to the bed and looked at Wendy.

"What brings you to Neverland, Wendy?" Wendy looked at Peter and finally her face was swept clean of a smile.

"Why, I have come to visit you. Just as you said you would me!" Peter nodded.

"Very well then." This time Wendy shook her head.

"But why did you not visit? I have many stories to tell and, and ………. You've grown up. You are older then me!" she stammered, confused and shocked. Peter shot up.

"I have not grown! It is you who have grown!" Wendy pouted her lips and her eyebrows frowned.

"Yes, I have grown. And you have too! But why? Here, in Neverland?" Peter frowned and his face began to grow red.

"I have not grown up! I will never! Never never never!" he yelled. Wendy crossed her arms and tapped her foot, waiting for him to turn around.

"Peter Pan. Look at yourself. You have grown at least 2 feet; your feet are positively enormous and look! Your shoulders are so broad." Peter turned around and eyed Wendy.

"I don't know why I grew up! Mother, why?"

"I don't know either Peter. But you mustn't call me mother!"