Peter Pan 3: All Children Grow Up...Except One
Disclaimer: All of the content in this story that has anything to do with the previous Peter Pan movies/books does not belong to me. (This disclaimer goes for all of my chapters.)
Chapter 3: Ms. Wendy's Story
"Once upon a time," Ms. Wendy began, "there was a boy who didn't want to grow up. So he flew away to the Neverland, where he would never have to grow up…"
Terri was entranced. She couldn't think of any other stories she had heard that were as good as this one. When Ms. Wendy told about Wendy Darling, Terri only had a moment to comprehend that that name was, in fact, Ms. Wendy's own before she was sucked into the story once more.
"…but I was not to see Peter again," Ms. Wendy concluded. "So I tell his story to my children, who will tell it to their children, and so it will go on—for all children grow up…except one."
"Well, time for bed children," Miss Jane said. Camille had to poke Terri a few times before she got up to leave.
Terri felt like she was in a trance. She didn't speak while she went up to Room Four, while she slipped into her nightgown, or as she crawled into bed. Soon everyone was asleep but her.
Eventually, Terri dozed off. Around midnight, she woke up to see Camille standing by the window. Terri walked over to her.
"What are you doing; you should be in bed," Terri said.
Camille continued to stare out the window. "Waiting."
Terri was a bit confused. "Waiting for what?"
"Peter Pan."
Terri was taken aback. She touched Camille's arm—it was very cold. Terri thought Camille should get back in bed. "Come on, back in bed." Terri walked Camille back to bed, tucked her in, and sat at the end of the bed.
"He's real, you know," Camille said dreamily, still staring at the window, "Peter Pan. He's real." She paused. "It's like Ms. Wendy said, he always comes to listen to stories about himself. I've seen him."
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