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The cries of a small boy rang throughout the school Hall, as blank faced members of the audience looked to the stage. Said stage was done up to appear as Wendy Darling's Nursery from the famous fairy tale, Peter Pan.
Sitting between two beds on stage, curled into a ball, was a boy dressed as the Disney adaption of Peter Pan. He was who the cries came from. On the bed to his right a girl in a nightgown sat up. "Boy," she asked. "Why are you crying?"
The boy snapped to standing, his hands out wide in alarm. "I was crying because I couldn't get my shadow to stick. Besides, I wasn't crying!" He protested, looking at her through his wild dark hair that stuck up all over the place like it was styled by the wind.
The teacher at the podium, noticing the girl forgetting her line, whispered it to her. The girl spoke. "I shall sew it on for you my little man, it may hurt a little." "What's your name? " the boy asked. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What's yours?" The girl replied. The boy stood cockily. "Peter Pan."
In the audience were three very important people, watching this play. The youngest was Jack Banning. The eldest child of the Banning family. He loves sports and pulling pranks with his brother while teasing his little sister.
Then there was Moira Banning. She was the daughter of Jane Stuart, and the granddaughter of the famous Wendy McGonagall, nee Darling. She was the mother of Jack, and his siblings, Maggie and Harry. She was a loving woman, with a kind smile, much like her grandmother.
The final member was Peter Banning. Often dressed in a suit and tie with nearly combed hair and circle glasses, Peter was a lawyer. And while he did love his family very much he rarely spent time with them, as he was often busy with work. Especially after New York was attacked the previous year.
Moira looked back between Peter and the stage with a fond smile. "Watch you children, their stealing the show." She whispered to Peter while Jack bounced back and forth. "Yeah." Peter whispered with a smile.
As with any good father, Maggie, his daughter, was the Apple of his eye, and Harry, despite being adopted, was loved no less. Jack was a baseball player, while Maggie loved to sew and sing. Harry on the other hand, had a penchant for music and pranks.
Back on stage 'Wendy' who was played by Maggie, and 'Peter Pan' who was played by Harry, both stood facing eachother. "I think it's perfectly sweet of you." 'Wendy' said quietly. "Louder." The teacher whispered.
'Wendy' stood taller with a boisterous smile. "I think it's perfectly sweet of you! I shall give you a kiss if you like!" 'Peter Pan' looked at her in confusion, his hand out. "Don't you know what a kiss is?" 'Wendy' asked, causing the audience to chuckle.
"I shall once you give one to me." 'Peter' said, his hand being pushed further to her. The audience laughed louder. 'Wendy' placed a thimble in his hand, and he inspected it, placing it on his index finger. "Now I shall give you a kiss." He said.
'Wendy' closed her eyes and pushed her lips out, put 'Peter' placed a small acorn in her hand. Causing some in the audience, Jack included, to smirk and chuckle.
'Peter' turned to face the audience, and stood with his feet should width apart and his hands on his hips. "I never wanna become a man. Yuck!" The audience laughed. "I always want to be a little boy and have fun!"
The audience smiled as the 'Lost Boys' came on stage and started to sing. Unfortunately during that, Peter Banning received a phone call. Moira looked at him as he answered with a frown.
"Brad... Yeah, I'm at my younger ones' play... It's impossible, I'm on a plane to London tomorrow night with my family... A children's hospital-" his face became frustrated with Brad. "A children's hospital is dedicating an entire sing to Granny Wendy... Brad-"
"Peter you're missing it." Moira whispered. Peter sighed. "Alright, wanna meeting? Tomorrow, A.M." "Dad! My game, you promised!" Jack interrupted with a whisper.
Peter nodded. "Listen, it's my eldest's big game, last one of the season, Santa series, I gotta be there. I promised. So... We'll make it a short meeting." He turned to Jack and whispered, "I'll be there, my word is my bond."
"Okay..." Jack whispered as he turned his eyes briefly to the stage, then down to his baseball as the song on stage finished up. "We never, never, never, never, ever, ever, wanna grow up! Yuck!"