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 5: Neverland
Terri felt a terrible feeling in her stomach, and she thought she was going to puke. But then she let the wonderful feeling of flying take over her body and she no longer felt sick.
"Fly up above that cloud," Peter shouted. "There's someone looking up."
Terri was having a hard time taking her eyes off Peter. She was flying with Peter Pan. Flying. She knew she wasn't dreaming because she had already pinched herself to make sure. This was better than any dream she had ever had.
"I want to stop and see Wendy," Peter called back to Terri and Camille. They followed his lead as he make a sharp right turn and glided through an open window. Peter landed noiselessly, but Terri and Camille landed with a small bump. Ms. Wendy as sitting in an old rocking chair by the fire.
"Hello Peter," her face was illuminated by the firelight, and Terri saw a different Wendy than the one who had told her the story of Peter Pan. This Wendy looked younger. She had fewer lines on her face, and there was a girlish sparkle in her eyes.
"Wendy, I loved your story! I always love stories about me!" Peter walked over to Wendy and sat down at her feet. She stroked his hair as if she was his mother.
"You always did like it when I told a story about you," Wendy whispered. "Have you gone to visit Jane already?"
Peter seemed to slouch a bit. "No. Last time I visited her she told me to leave. She said it would be better if I stopped visiting." Terri thought she saw a tear slide down his cheek. She stared at Peter, shocked. She had never seen a boy cry before.
"Yes," Ms. Wendy seemed sad too. "Jane has grown up too fast. It's nothing against you Peter. I believe she is working so hard to seem grown up and sophisticated to her colleagues (who are all older than her) that she has forgotten her childhood. She has forgotten the meaning of being a child." Ms. Wendy paused, still stroking Peter's hair, and suddenly looked up. "I see you have Terri and Camille with you tonight."
Peter jumped up. He seemed to immediately forget about his sadness. "They are coming with me! I have taught them to fly and everything!" Peter was so excited that he rose a couple of inches off the floor.
"Do have fun girls," Ms. Wendy said softly. "But do not forget your lives here."
And with that, Peter flew out the window again. Terri and Camille followed him out into the unknown.
The three of them flew for a long time. Terri's nightgown was flapping around her bare legs in the wind, and she was cold. She could see Camille's teeth chattering.
When Terri thought she could no longer take the cold, Peter yelled, "Grab my ankle and don't let go!" Terri grabbed one of his ankles and helped Camille grab hold of the other.
They shot through the night toward a pinkish light somewhere ahead of them. Camille kept banging in to Terri. They were gathering more and more speed, and then—they all broke apart and Terri went cartwheeling away.
When she caught up with the other two, Peter was smiling and Camille was gazing ahead of her in wonder. Terri looked too, and felt her mouth drop open.
Peter's mouth stretched into a bigger smile. "Welcome to Neverland!"