"It's been long enough, Wendy. You're at an age where having your own room is unavoidable"

Father announced. His aura was as intense as usual. If I were to protest; it would only set off his temper. I understood where he was coming from; I was a teenager now, practically an...adult. I couldn't hold on to my childhood forever. John and Michael were beginning to drift from me; they had lost interest in my stories. They too, were growing up. One of the guest rooms became my bedroom. As funny as it may sound, being in there felt, a bit lonely. Though, I'd never speak of my loneliness aloud.

That's how a mature adult would deal with things.

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Bam bam bam.

"Wendy, may I come in?" Mother's hesitant voice spoke from outside my door. Like with my Brothers, the relationship between Mother and I had deteriorated. Even while she smiled sweetly at me, I always sensed a lack of sincerity. Her words were kind yet empty. She wasn't always like this, was she?

Or…Perhaps I never noticed it while I was younger?

"Yes, of course." I replied, placing my study book down on my dresser. She only did this when she had something important to tell me. Perhaps she was going out for a bit and needed me to watch John and Michael? That was really the only thing I could think of.

Mother opened the door with a creak before entering slowly. An expression of uneasiness appeared on her flawless features. "Wendy I..." she trailed off for a moment, her blue hues kept to the floor boards. It was obvious just from her body language that something was wrong. I felt my heart speed up a bit, was it this serious that she couldn't even finish her sentence?

"Did something happen?" I asked, gesturing for her to sit down. She remained standing but lifted her head so that she could make eye contact with me.

"Yes, but nothing bad, it's just- I ...I think I'm pregnant"

It took me a few moments to process the information I was given. Pregnant? Wasn't three children enough? I wasn't upset, just a bit shocked.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, gawking at her slender torso, she definitely didn't look any different.

"I'm late, I could be jumping to conclusions ...but I didn't get it last month either" she nervously pulled at a loose thread on her dress. "I have no idea how I'm going to tell your father"

"Why not tell him the same way you told him about, us? "

Mother paused for a moment, it seemed as though she was thinking deeply about something "Easier said than done my dear. You see, after Michael was born he didn't want any more children in the house. I'm certain he'll react poorly to the news."

"Well, if you just explained..."

"Explaining won't help, you know him. He's a stubborn man that won't change his opinion about anything. The only thing that could possible help the situation, was if there was one less child in the house"

A feeling of confusion and sadness washed over me. I knew what she was getting at.

"You want me to leave?" I spoke calmly, trying my best to put up a brave front. I'm sure it wasn't anything personal; it was probably because I was the eldest.

Mother's shoulders lowered as she went back to staring at the floor. "There's a boarding school close by, it wouldn't be for long. I know it's a lot to ask-but"

"Its fine, I understand."

She glanced at me; she probably wasn't expecting that kind of reaction.

"You're, really alright with this?"

"Yes, I'm fifteen I can take care of myself" it was incredibly painful saying it. In reality I wanted to scream, tell her that she was selfish and that she got herself into this mess. However that wouldn't be the proper thing to do.

"Thank you, Wendy" she smiled, pulling me into an embrace, a cold, unfeeling embrace. "I'm sorry for disturbing your studies, I'll tell your father the news right away" with that, she exited the room, closing the door behind her.

Once she was gone, that's when the warm tears began falling from my eyes. I didn't even realize I was crying until the droplets landed on my hands. Why had things changed so much? I wanted things to go back to the way they were before. That would never happen though, things changed as you got older. I had to accept this. I just had to.

"I don't want to grow up"

I finally said it; this line was something I often said while I was younger. Though after a while I realized how juvenile it sounded. No matter how many times I repeated it, it would never change anything.

My head began to ache; I was in no state to continue my studies I didn't particularly want to leave my room either. So I decided on a nap. Maybe when I awoke I'd feel better?

As I lay there, I felt my consciousness ebbing away. It wouldn't be long now until I was a sleep.

SWISH

Without any warning, my window swung open. I shivered as the cold autumn air filled my room. It was odd, during this time of year; I always kept the window locked. Was the wind that strong that it forcefully opened it?

Either way, it was freezing. I had no choice but to close it. "Ugh" I groaned groggily, getting up from the comforting warmth of my bed. "I'm not in the mood for games" I scolded the window as if it were a living person, before closing it. Maybe now I could get some sleep.

"Aren't you being a bit harsh to the window?"

"I don't think so, it deserves-?" my words caught in my throat. Either I was going crazy or I heard the voice..of a boy, even though I didn't recognize it...it somehow seemed familiar.

I looked around curiously. I didn't see anyone. Maybe I was just hearing things? Maybe my headache was worse than I thought?

"Up here Wendy!"

There was that voice again. Up there? I gulped once, my eyes shifting upwards, lo and behold, a boy maybe a year or so younger than myself, floated…in the air. His hair was the color of reddish copper. His eyes a hazel color. They were pretty and seemed to twinkle with mischievousness. I didn't know why, but I had an underlying feeling that I had met this person once before.

"Y-You're-fly-" I pointed a shaking finger towards him, unable to finish my sentence. The boy arched a brow before lowering himself to the floor.

"What's wrong with you, Wendy? Did'ya forget I could fly or something?" he scratched the back of his head. Giving me a look as if I were insane.

"How would I know that, I've never met you before!" I huffed, eyeing him a bit. "I don't recall inviting a boy in green tights over for a visit. Who are you?"

His eyes widened, it seemed like he was having trouble understanding what I was saying. "You forgot? How could you forget? I took you and your brothers to Neverland! We went on adventures. We defeated Captain Hook" he floated around the room, making overly dramatic gestures with his arms.

"We saw Mermaids and saved Princess Tigerlily. We had lots of fun" he finished.

"Mermaids?" I blinked.

"That's right, Mermaids. Don't'ya remember them trying to drown you?"

"No!" I gasped, backing up a bit. "And I'm certain I wouldn't want to remember such an unpleasant thing. I think you have the wrong house."

The boy's smile quickly vanished and was replaced with a scowl. "You're not supposed to forget these kind of things. Girls make no sense. Where's John and Michael? They'll tell you…wait where are they?" he asked glancing over his shoulder. "This isn't the nursery"

"H-How would you know about that? Because I'm getting older everyone agreed it was best that I had my own room"

"Older?" he gave me a look over. His face paling slightly. "You…are. You're not too much older, but older" he replied, lading in front of me. "This won't do, I don't like this at all" He turned to the window. He looked rather tense. "Tinkerbelle, stop hiding and get in here. It's an emergency" he faced me again. "It'll be okay, I can help you"

Suddenly, a small ball of light floated into the room. I was more than a little surprised. "What's going on now?" I asked grasping his shoulders.

"So you've forgotten Tink too? She'll take offense to that" he chuckled, grabbing the light ball in his hands.

"Tink, Wendy's growing up. We've gotta stop this. We're taking her back to Neverland.

The light wiggled and squirmed, trying to release itself.

"Neverland? I'm not going anywhere with you. You haven't even given me your name! and…what is that?" I lowered myself so that I could give the strange being a better inspection. Shockingly enough. The creature wasn't just a light. It was a fairy; she had a tiny yet curvy body. Beautiful blonde hair, pulled up into an elegant bun and sparkling blue eyes. Though the thing that stood out the most about her, was the fact that she was giving me a venomous look.

"Yep, she's offended. She says she wants you to remember her so that she can kill you later" he chuckled lightly "Also, she wants you to stop gawking at her"

I straightened up, turning my back to them. "A boy who can fly…and a fairy? I must be dreaming"

He flew around me a few times, trying to make eye contact with me while doing so. "Not a dream. It's real. You can fly too! I bet you forgot about that!"

"I can't fly! That's absurd" this boy was getting stranger and stranger, maybe I needed to call father.

"No it's not, here I'll prove it" he exclaimed. Holding Tinkerbelle over me, before shaking her roughly. The golden glitter that began falling from her landed on me.

"H-Hey!" I protested.

"Now you can fly" he grinned, picking me up in his arms, releasing Tinkerbelle in the process.

"No I can't!" I repeated over and over.

"Yes, you can! Watch!" With that, he forced my window open and flew out into the freezing night.

"Ready?"

"Wait, what are you doing..?"

"GO"

He let me go, he dropped me. I was falling. I was going to die and it was his entire fault. This kid was nuts. I should have called father when I had the chance. I squeezed my eyes shut, I didn't want to look down, though I had already imagined the hard, stone ground that I'd be landing on. I'd probably smash my head open. So it would be a quick death.

"Wendy!" I heard the boy's worried call within a few seconds I was in his arms once again.

"Are you okay?" he gasped, landing us in my front yard.

'Well, besides almost dying, I'm peachy"

"I'm sorry; I really thought that would work! What did you do wrong?" he pondered to himself.

"What did I do wrong? You're the one that dropped me"

"Did you think happy thoughts?" he asked, ignoring my previous comment. Tinkerbelle flew down, a sly smirk was plastered on her face. Little brat. She looked far too amused with the incident.

"No….I didn't"

"Then think of some and you can fly"

"I can't" I replied, lowering my head.

"Why?" He got extremely close to me, attempting to see my face.

"I don't have any happy thoughts" I pushed him back a bit.

"What!?" he ran a hand through his hair. "You used to have lots of happy thoughts."

"Did I? Well not anymore" this conversation seemed to get more and more painful. This strange boy was lucky with how oblivious he was.

"Why?"

"I'm losing my home; pretty soon, I'll be away from here. Mother's having a new child. Pretty soon I'll be forgotten." Why was I telling him this? There was nothing he could do. I didn't know why I was even acting like this. She said it wouldn't be for long….maybe that wasn't just the problem. Maybe there was something else?

"If that's the problem, then come live with me in Neverland."

He spoke with a comforting tone. It was genuine, unlike mothers. It made me feel safe.

"But-I don't even know you"

He extended his hand towards me; a cheeky grin was plastered on his face. "I guess I really do have to introduce myself all over again. I'm Peter pan; I already know who you are. So you don't have to tell me. It's a really long name.

I took his hand, shaking it gently "I guess it is" I giggled. "Nice to meet you Peter"

"So, are you coming?"

"I can't fly, remember"

"Yes you can"

"Are we doing this again?"

"But look, you're floating"

I let out a small gasp once realizing I was no longer standing on the ground.

"I can fly!" I beamed.

"So let's go then!"

I looked over at my house. Whatever I chose, I'd still have to leave the place I called home. Wouldn't it be better to go with what made me happy?

"Alright, how do we get there?"

"Second star to the right and straight on till morning"

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