Thank you to those who have sent me reviews they mean so much to me Sorry I haven't written more chapters, I was busy with final exams because high school sucks XD So here is Chapter 1, please R and R!
Oh, Don't Forget To Never Grow Up
Wendy falls back against her bedroom door and tries to hold in the tears welling up in her eyes. No one understands her. She feels like she doesn't belong in England and she knows this to be true. The more she thinks, the sadder she becomes. Finally, she gives up and collapses to the floor. Her long curly hair drapes over her face like a curtain as she sobs into her arms which are propped up on her knees.
Thoughts of today's misfortunes overflow her memory while she cries. First, there was the sudden down pour of rain as she walked to school. She was in her new dress which she was very proud of and when it started to drizzle, Wendy tried to run to make it to school before it stormed. Her heels were too hard to run in and she tripped, thus ripping her dress. By the time she made it to her class, she was 15 minutes late and was soaking wet. The class erupted in laughter at the sight of her completely drenched and her dress torn.
Then later at lunch, she was tricked into sitting in a plate of mashed potatoes. More laughter followed her as she took off to the bathroom, where she spent the rest of her school day.
Wendy left school later than everyone else in order to avoid more humiliation. She crept along in alleys where no one would recognize her. As she turned onto her street, three girls and two boys appeared in front of her.
"Look at the poor girl, so lost." One red haired young lady jabbed at her.
"Maybe she's looking for her friend, whats his name?" One of the boys sneered.
"Yeah, what is it, Wendy?" Another girl said as she circled around her.
"If you will just excuse me-" Wendy had said, coldly, as she tried to walk past them.
The larger boy gripped her shoulder and stopped her from walking, "Tell us, Wendy." He whispered in her ear.
"Move, you bastard." She whispered back.
The girls gasped then chuckled. "Wendy, ladies don't talk like that."
"Did he teach you to talk like that?" the other boy joked.
"No. But he did teach me this." Wendy snapped and threw a sudden punch, hitting the boy straight in the nose. The other one grabbed her and held her arms behind her back. She yelped in pain.
"Let me go!" She shouted.
"Call for him," The red head girl commanded Wendy, "Maybe he will save you."
"Say his name, girl!" the boy holding her arms shook her, making her cry out.
Tears slipped down her face as she silently whispered, "P-Peter."
"Peter what?!"
"Peter Pan!" Wendy shouted in pain as he twisted her arm back farther.
"Leave her alone!" John started running to the group to get his sister.
The gang dropped her and ran away. Within seconds, John was at Wendy's side.
"Wendy, dear, are you alright?" He asked frantically.
He helped her stand and she brushed herself off. "I'm fine, John" she tries not to cry in front of her 16 year old brother.
He looked at her, knowing she is far from fine, but doesn't say anything else as he walked her home.
Once inside the Darling abode, Wendy asked, "Where are Mother and Father?"
"Father is working late and Mother is playing bridge at the Brochares'."
"Good, it would not be well for them to see me like this." She sighed and sat down on the sofa.
John sits down beside her and pulls out a cigarette. Wendy takes one as well and pulls out her own lighter to ignite it. She pulls off her high heels and wiggles her toes to bring back their feeling. Pulling her hair pin out, her gorgeous curls fall down and she tosses them over her shoulders. Exhaling slowly, she slouched and put her feet up on the coffee table.
"A lady if I ever see one." John chuckled.
"Shut your mouth. I'm tired of being a lady."
"I can tell."