New story! Hope you enjoy!
All this has happened before, and it will all happen again. But this time it happened in London. It happened on a quiet street in Bloomsbury. The corner house over there is the home of the Darling family. And Peter Pan chose this partocular house house because there were people here who believed in him..."
It did, in fact, happen again in the same, quiet house on Bloomsbury Street. Jane and her brother Michael grew up in this old house, where Jane's mother once did. Wendy and her husband stayed in the house with Jane's family. Jane and her husband eventually had a daughter named Katherine Moria Thomas, who became a big sister to Alice Samantha Thomas. Katherine looked exactly like Wendy, Jane's mother. Her hair was a light brown, with a golden shine that gleamed. Katherine's eyes were a light blue, with flecks of silver, just like her great grandmother. She had a small nose that sloped slightly on the end. Her lips were a pink color, and matched her rosy cheeks. Alice, on the other hand, looked like Jane. Her thick hair was a copper color and shined like Katherine's. Her green eyes were flecked with gold, and had a beautiful color.
Now, Katherine was 14, and growing up. Her pant legs were becoming shorter, and her legs were growing. She was a proper young lady, and took after Wendy. Alice was 10, and was adventurous, like Jane. The girls attended a school in Bloomsbury near them, and did very well. It was one night that would change their lives forever. Especially Katherine.
Katherine and Alice came home from school on the bus that day, like normal. The girls walked up the steps to the front door, and opened it. The door was old, and paint was chipping from the edges. "We're home, grandmum!" Cried Katherine, as she closed the door. Wendy appeared at the top of the stairs smiling at her Granddaughters. "Hello, girls!" She said, hugging each one of them. "I made bisquits!" She said, pointing to the kitchen. The family stepped into the rustic kitchen, smelling tea and sat down, and Wendy held one of Katherine's hands. "Would you both like a story?" Asked Wendy. Both girls nodded and ate their snacks.
When the girls were very young, Wendy would pull both girls into her lap before bed every night. Wendy would tell her grabddaughters the stories of Peter Pan. His adventures would become playtime the next day. Jane would sit in the room as well next to her mum and children. Occasionally, a tear would slip down one of Jane's rosy cheeks. As a child, Peter revived her child and desprate need to grow up. He took her to Neverland, and gave Jane a new outlook on life.
The girls sat down with Wendy as Jane came in from work. "Hello girls, mum!" She said hugging everyone. "What are you all doing?" She asked smiling. "I am about to tell a story about Peter." Wendysaid squeezing her daughter's hand. "Wonderful!" Jane said, sitting down with everyone. "Well... when Peter took me to Neverland..." began Wendy...
What do you think so far? :)