The Girl That Peter Pan Forgot

by Little Miss Cumberbatch

Alice waits for the boy who never grew up. But will he arrive to take the next generation of the Darling family to Neverland? Will Alice get the thrilling adventure that her mother, Jane, and Grandmother, Wendy had? (Based on the Disney Peter Pan films)

3. Chapter 3

I freeze.

Staring at the window, I slowly get off my bed. That was definitely something. Something moved. Something was just there, moving outside my window. My room is upstairs so nothing normal could possibly be seen from in front of my window. I drop my hairbrush onto the bed and start creeping up to my window. I don't know what to feel. There are hundreds of emotions inside me now, but all I can feel is excitement and fear. I guess it depends who's at the window. If it's Peter, then excitement, but if it's Hook, then fear. But then again, it could just be nothing…

A tap on the window.

I stop once more. I felt slightly apprehensive as I approached the window. This was the moment I had been waiting for, was it not? So why am I doubting whether I should open the window? Why am I questioning the dream I've had ever since I can remember? Something inside me was making alarm bells ring in my head. But I couldn't let that phase me, so I kept walking until I reached the window. My curtains were only open slightly so I held on tight to them. Ready? 1… 2… 3-

Darkness.

Nothing was there. It was all in my head. I must have got too involved in the game I was playing to actually imagine hearing the window tap. Well that's it. All I can see is the other houses, all in darkness. There isn't a sign of life in the whole town, as far as I can see. Even the fields beyond look deserted and lifeless. I've never seen the town looking so dull… and sinister. I realise that every house, every street, every corner, every inch of the town looks eerie. I realise that I've stopped breathing for too long and I take a big breath. I was in such suspense I forgot to breathe. I'm suddenly very hot and disappointed, so I violently grab onto the handle of my window and push it open, letting it swing out. The cool air of winter hits my face and I feel calmer already. I think it's best if I just went to bed and apologise to mother in the morning. I lean out of my window and grab hold of the handle once more to close the window. My cold hand wraps around the metal clasp of the handle.

Something grabs my wrist.