Note: The poem in this chapter, A Part of Me, is my most popular poem on fictionpress. I hope you like both it and my story. Please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own the character names and several phrases.
To Die Would Be an Awfully Big Adventure
Chapter One
I sat next to Wendy during study hall, watching her scribble down words, erase them vigorously, and then rewrite them even better. Sometimes I couldn't believe it. I mean, those poems are amazing.
There was something about them that spoke to me. I don't really know what it was; I could never really find something different from her poems to any other poem I have read. Hers are just … better.
Tapping her pencil on her paper and twisting her mouth to the side, Wendy read her story over one more time before handing me the paper. "What do you think?" she asked, unsure.
I read it over:
A Part of Me
A part of me is missing
A part we both know well
I cannot live without it
My heart begins to swell
It gives me all my spirit
It's more than I should tell
And I begin to wonder
Who came within to dwell …
Yet again she left me speechless. It just flowed together so nicely, like a song would. It just baffled me because I knew that I could never write something that flowed the same way.
I did try once. It ended up sort of like this:
Sweet Canary
"Tweet, tweet," she said.
She was my sweet canary.
Bella is what I named her.
Then I changed it.
Tink, tink, tink, she pecked at her food bowl.
So now I named her Tinker Bell.
"Do you like it?" asked Wendy, biting her lip. Her eyes gave away her worryat my lack of speech.
"Like it? It's amazing! I'm speechless," I replied earnestly.
"Oh, it's just…" She hesitated. "Your face…"
At first I was confused, and then it clicked. "Oh! I was just thinking about how I could never write poems like you. It reminded me of the canary poem I wrote."
Wendy's expression eased. "That wasn't that bad," she said, laughing because we both knew it was a lie.
We were both silent for a moment.
"Um, Wendy?" I asked, unsure.
"Yeah?" she said.
"Do you want to go the Snow Ball with me?" I blurted out. Relief surged through me. I did it.
A joyful look of surprise spread across her face, "Yes, definitely."
Book Reverence: This chapter represents chapter 3 in the book, "Come away, come away." Wendy's poems in my story are her stories in the book. Also, when Peter asks her to go to the Snow Ball with him, that is much like when book peter asks wendy to go to neverland. As you may have noticed, Tinker Bell is peter's bird. Just like ch. 3, my story tells where her name comes from (although in the books it was because she mended the pots and pans, hence "tinker")