Dont Forget Me ❤️ Peter Pan Fanfic

Storyteller

"..All childeren grow up..Exept one.."

Cinderella flew through the air, her glass sliper flying of her feet, Landing on the dark green grass. She knew she only had a few more mintues untill the magic would run out. She ran towards the carige, "Quick! Go!" She shouts. The horses trot, there speed going faster. The clock strikes 12 ó-clock, and everything gets surounded by glitter, the horses shrinking to mice...

"Wendy?" Mrs.Darling says as she walks into the nursery, where her daughter sits by the window, lost in the world of her book.

"Yes mother?" Wendy replies in a sweet tone, looking up from her book.

"Dinner is ready, are you coming?" Mrs.Darling asks as she reaches out her  hand for Wendy to take.

Wendy's eyes shot back to her book, folding the corner of the page. "Allright, but this book is lovely mother!" Wendy cries in delight.

Wendy always loved to read books, to be part of another world. To be able to discover new things, feelings, characters. She would pay attention to how the black ink formed magical words. Words that in her mind would form a image.

Wendy always told storys to her younger brothers. They would listen with delight to the storys Wendy had read, she would even make up her own. Over the years she made an exelent storyteller.

Wendy gets up from the seat next to the window, taking her mothers hand. Her chestnut brown curls falling down her back.

They walk down the stairs, reaching the kitchen where Mr.Darling sits. His round glasses on the tip of his nose. Mr.Darling works at a bank, he would always be busy for work, or he was tired. So he didnt get to see his childeren often. Nor did Wendy ever have the feeling he cared.

John and Micheal are running around the room, John the oldest of the boys with the same dark brown hair as their father. The same glasses as his father. In every way, John was expected to follow the footsteps of his father, a fine gentlemen with a fine job at the bank.

Micheal however, looked more like their mother. On his head rest chestnut brown curls, the same colour of Wendy's long wavy hair. His blue eyes, freckles covering his nose. Wendy is the oldest of the three childeren, at her age of 14. John 2 years younger than her with the age of 12, and Micheal the smallest of the childeren, is 8.

"Sit down childeren" Mrs.Darlings asks the running around boys. "Hello father" Wendy greats Mr.Darling as she sits in the seat next to him. The boys take a seat, puting a white napkin on their lap. Wendy's eyes fell to her mother, how beutifull Wendy thought she is. Her eyes lock with the right hand corner of her mothers mouth.

A kiss lays hidden, Wendy had heard allot about the kiss. Aunt Millecent comes over every friday night, ans would tell all about it. Wendy had asked her aunt the meaning of it, "Its the symbole of the bigeat adventures whom could wish fore" her aunt had anwsered. Aunt Millecent had told Wendy over hundreds of times she has a kiss too, only Wendy could never see it.

Her fingers traced the right hand corner of her mouth, a smile laying on her lips.

After everyone finishes eating Wendy gets up and takes the plates to the kitchen. Putting them on the counter. She walks back to the dining room, her family still sitting at the table. "Mother, can i continue reading?" She asks, a sweet tone. "Offcourse, dear" her mother smiles.