A/N: Sorry I haven't posted another chapter in this. Even though I only have one chapter down…
M'kay. Here goes. Please forgive my not knowing the first thing about Victorian boarding schools. Also, if I misspell Wendy's name, just ignore it xD
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan.
Wendy Moira Angela Darling glanced out of the window for the third time that evening. She was sure that she had seen something shoot past her window. She had even hoped that it might be….
Wendy shook her head. Then stopped as a couple of girls peered at her over their books. One of the teachers pacing past her paused, and looked at her with raised eyebrows. Wendy quickly returned to her book, her right hand stinging.
Peter hesitated outside the window, peering in at Wendy. Seeing her there, sitting up so strait, looking so formal, it almost seemed like more than one year had passed since her first adventures in Neverland. He was about to turn away, but then he saw her turning her head slightly to the window. And he saw a tear, tracing its way down her cheek. So he decided to stay.