CHAPTER THREE! And thank you SO MUCH for those people who have: favorited, followed, and/or reviewed this story!
After taking her nightly shower, Elizabeth opened up the window and sat down, with her feet over the edge. Every night she did this, in hopes that Peter Pan would come. Oh course, Peter never came yet. But that didn't stop Elizabeth. She knew if she just kept trying, waiting for Peter, he'd come. Who knew that her wish was closer than she thought?
As Elizabeth was staring at the woods, she saw another shadow flick by. She was afraid that it was a thief, yet if she closed the window, she would also lock out Peter. "No, I must be brave and keep the window," she thought to herself.
Peter had past up this so called, "Elizabeth" a few times to just see her. She was fairly small, had red hair, and dull green eyes. She looked liked she was eleven. In short, she was no match for Wendy. Oh, Wendy. How Peter's heart ached for her. Peter shook his head. "Wendy is gone. There isn't much use in longing for her," he said to himself.
Peter tried to get closer to where the girl was. Slowly, he crept into the room. Everything was going fine, 'til Peter's shadow had loosen itself and crashed into a desk, in sudden excitement of being free. Noticing the attention it had brought to itself, it hid.
Elizabeth was about to lie down in bed, until she heard someone crash into her work desk.
"Who's there," she asked, "I have a towel and I am not afraid to use it!"Realizing that her slightly damp towel wasn't much of a threat, Elizabeth grabbed a pair of scissors. Quietly, she stalked the area around her desk. Suddenly, she saw a shadow and flung the scissors in that direction. The scissors made contact with something. Rushing over to the area, Elizabeth found a shadow. She gasped. A shadow? That could only be one person! Her eyes quickly scanned her room, and she found him.
"Peter! You're finally here after all this time; I've waited so long!" she exclaimed, beaming. Peter looked over to her.
"Can I have my shadow back?" he asked, ignoring her excitement. Her smile fell just a bit as she handed the shadow over.
"You know, I could attach it back to you," she said.
Before Peter could stop it, his thoughts went to Wendy and how she sewed him shadow on. God, it hurt so much to think of her.
"No, I don't need anyone sewing it on for me," he replied.
"Ha, sew? Peter, I can't sew to save my life. But some super glue might do the trick," she said, walking to her desk. She took out a small tube of clear liquid and motioned Peter to sit down next to her. He hesitated to coming over, but still sat down. Elizabeth dabbed a bit of of the glue on each foot and the shadow stuck.
"There, now it will stay on longer," she said. Since she was finished, Peter started walking to the window.
"W-wait! Peter, you aren't going to say anything else?" Elizabeth asked.
"What else do I need to say to you?" he asked, harshly.
"Like, Neverland! I can't... Go with you?"
"Ha, Neverland? Why would I ever bring you there?"
Now, Peter wasn't really this harsh. He just couldn't help but feeling guilty. Like if he brought another girl to Neverland, it would tarnish Wendy's memory. Deep in his thoughts about Wendy, he didn't notice Elizabeth. She was bubbling with anger and sadness. Peter wasn't who she thought her was.
"You know what, FINE! Forget you, you're nothing like the stories!" Elizabeth screamed, hot tears running down her cheeks.
"Hate to break it to you, kid, but nothing is like the stories. It's just a bunch of crap," Peter said, walking to the window sill. And just as Peter was about to fly away, he turned back and said, "By the way, I hate girls who cry, they're stupid."
DUNDUNDUN. Peter is a bit of a jerk in this one, but it's just because he misses Wendy. R&R
