Chapter 2
Recap: She doesn't have the one thing that every person needs. Happiness. And she never will have it, at least, not without, Peter Pan.
Wendy's POV
"Married?" My parents smile and nod. "Yes. You are going to be married to the son of the Pond family," My father explains and I blink, surprised. I've heard of the Ponds. They are a very rich family and very high class, but I had no idea that they had a son.
"What's the matter? You don't look excited," My mother says, her smile faltering. I quickly put on a fake smile and hug her. "I'm alright. I was just shocked. I'm so happy!" I say, causing my parents to beam. While I may be excited on the outside, on the inside I'm dying. I'm not ready for marriage! I'm still not over Peter.
"I'm going to um, just go upstairs and tell the boys about this, wonderful news," I say, fighting to keep a smile plastered on my face. I slowly got up and walked calmly to the stairs. Once I was out of sight, I bolted and ran to the nursery where my brothers were all playing.
"Help me!" I cry, bursting into the room and all the noise ceases. "Wendy! What ever is the matter?" John exclaims, running up to me. "M-mother and F-father are making me getting married!" I sob and the boys all look at me questioningly. "But Wendy, that's wonderful news. You're getting what you've wanted since, we left. To grow up. Shouldn't you be happy?" Michael asks and I shake my head.
"No how can I be? I'm not ready! The only reason I wanted to grow up was because, it hurt to much to remember," I explain and Nibbs frowns. "Then why are you so sad about marriage?" He asks and I sigh. "Because I'm not ready," I say and Tootles frowns. "Why not?" He asks and Michael smiles sadly. "It's because you're still in love with Peter Pan, isn't it?" He asks and I look at him shocked. He's very smart for a 10 year old.
"I, I don't know. I haven't thought of him for six years," I say, even though I know that's a complete lie. I think of him every night, whenever I look outside at the stars. Ever since that day, one star has always been brighter. It's the second star to the right. Over the years though, it's slowly gotten duller and duller, as if something is putting it out.
"Wendy dear! Get ready! The Ponds will be over for tea soon!" My mother shouts and I sigh, wiping my tears. "I better go get ready to meet my soon to be husband," I say quietly, before walking out of the nursery and leaving the boys all staring at the doorway, shocked.