Peter Pan

As they were doing a project in class and Ms.Fulsom was going around the room checking everyones. When Ms.Fulsom left Wendy's desk Wendy put her work down and took out her notebook, bolding the wings of the boy on her drawing. Ms.Fulsom slammed her stick on Wendy's desk. After everyone else left Wendy was still there. "If this is you in your bed. What is this?",Ms.Fulsom asked. She was pointing to the drawing. Wendy sighed. "A boy", Wendy says. Ms.Fulsom wrote a letter of outrage to Mr.Darling that set new standards of prudery even for her. Ms.Fulsom handed the letter to a young boy in a mail delivery outfit. He smirked at her. Mr.Darling had been practicing small talk all afternoon, and now his opportunity had arrived. Sir Edward Quiller Whouch the president of the bank was a man who enjoyed small talk, almost as much as a good balance sheet. Wendy walked as one condemed, and then. Fate. The mail boy was riding by on his bike. "The letter", Wendy says. She runs off shouting at him to wait. Nana runs after her. " Wendy, Nana! Come back!", John says. John and Michael run after them. Mr.Darling goes up to talk to Sir Edward. He is so nervous that he cant speak, he just stutters. As Wendy is running towards the bank it begins to rain. The doors to the bank burst open. "Father! I can explain!", Wendy says. The boy turns around and holds out the letter and begins to run towards him. "Nooooo!",Wendy says. Nana finally burst in a slides on the floor tripping Wendy, the boy and the group of men her father was trying to talk to. "I have been humiliated!", George says. The children and Mary and Aunt Millicent were following him outside in the backyard. "George not so loud",Mary says. "The neighbors will hear", Aunt Millicent says. "Let them hear! Let the whole world know! This is not a nurse! This is a dog!", George says. He strips Nana of her little nurse maid hat. They all gasped. "Tomorrow you begin your instruction with Aunt Millicent. It's time for you to grow up", George says. A tear rolled down Wendy's face. Mary was turning on the lights in the nursery and looked out the window. Nana was chained up barking. "Mother can anything harm us after the nightlights are lit?",Michael asks. "No. They are the eyes a mother leaves behind to guard her children", Mary says. As she walks towards Wendy's light. "Mother. Must you go to the party?",Wendy asks. "Yes mother, father can go by himself",John says. "By himself. Your father is very brave. But he's going to need the special kiss to face his collegues tonight", Mary says. "Father. Brave", Wendy says. John shook his head. "There are many different types of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self.Now your father has never brundished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family and put away many dreams",Mary says. "Where did he put them?", Michael asks. "He put them in a drawer. And sometimes late at night we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer. He does. And that is why he is brave",Mary says. Downstairs Aunt Millicent opens the door. "And remember every cloud has a silver lining", Aunt Millicent says. "Oh my its snowing. Oh we'll catch our death",George says. "Better death then gossip. You will enter that drawing room with your head held high",Aunt Millicent says. Mary and George begin to walk towards the party. In the distance but not very far in the clouds was the boy from the window. Aunt Millicent was reading and the clock that was ticking back and forth stopped. She looked up from her book then began to read again. The window in the nursery flew open and a little fast ball of light began flittering around the room searching through everything even the closet. She knocks the books off the shelf along with a statue. Wendy wakes up. The ball of light hides in the window curtains. Wendy goes back to bed. The ball of light goes out in the hall looking in the key hole of the drawer. It turns out the ball of light is a fairy named Tinkerbell. As she looks in the drawer she smiles. The boy comes to the window with the moonlight shining on him but no shadow. Tink comes towards him. He looks at her and flies to where she leads him. She starts jingling as she points down to the drawer. "Shhh",the boy says. Tink puts her finger to her mouth. "One, two ", the boy says. Tink is counting on her fingers. The boy nods at her. "Three", the boy says. He opens the drawer and the shadow comes out and the boy grabs the leg. As the boy is grabbing his shadow the shadow slams Tink into the drawer and the boys foot closes it. "Come here you! I got you! Ahhh!", the boy says. His shadow drags him across the floor. Aunt Millicent begins to walk up the stairs. "Ha!", the boy says. Then gasps when Aunt Millicent comes up the stairs. She sees the shadow thinking its hers. She looks in the mirror to her left then turns back. The shadow now looks like her own but just to be sure she does a waving motion with her hand. When she went to the nursery she looked back at the shadow to make sure. Then looked in. The children were asleep. The boy grabs the womans shadow which was actually his own pretending to be hers. Aunt Millicent looked around and on the other wall her actual shadow showed up and she gasped looked down at her book and then went back down stairs. The boy is then in the nursery trying to put his shadow back on with soap. When he cant he begins to cry. Wendy gets up and looks over the edge of her bed. "Boy, why are you crying?", Wendy asks. The boy was so startled that he flew up to the rooms ceiling and hit his head. "You can fly!", Wendy says. He looks down at her. She smiles up at him. He flies down from the ceiling and bows. Wendy gets out of her bed and curtsies. "What is your name?", Wendy asks. "What is your name", the boy asks. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling", Wendy says. "Peter Pan", Peter says.