Off To Never-Land..
So this is actually gonna be my last Peter Pan rewrite because my last day of school was yesterday, and I won’t have much time on the chrome-books anymore. I’ll try to make this as long as I can for everyone who reads this. Shoutout to @ReekitaDe in my comment section, complimenting every story I write. My stories will be more spread out now, because for some strange reason, medium won’t let me write on my Phone without the app. Anyways, here’s the last Peter Pan rewrite unless I decide to write a little more to it every so often.
Wendy stared in udder shock at the figure lying on the floor. How did the boy make it up to the window? She was puzzling on why he kept looking at her and then to the children and then to the floor when Tootles said hopefully, “Peter Pan?” Peter Pan? How could this boy be the one of her stories If this story was in Peter’s point of view, then Peter would’ve seen her face twist into her puzzling face: puffed out cheeks, left index finger under her chin. Peter actually thought it was rather cute, but we’re not reading from Peter’s point, we’re reading from Wendy’s point, who thought that this boy was rather strange, maybe needed some help. The last thing Wendy would’ve thought that this boy was from her imagination.
Dropping her puzzling face, Wendy walking over to the boy. She kneeled down beside to boy and gave him a look of concern. “Are you okay, boy?” she asked. “I guess so-” The boy began, only to be cut off by Michael’s and Tootles yell, “He’s not a boy, he’s Peter!” Wendy laughed. “You do indeed have the same hair color and face shape of my story character, but I don’t think you’re the brilliant, young and flying Peter Pan I had made up.” Wendy smiled. “Oh, but I am! See, Come here, Tinker Bell!” Peter smiled(the same mischievous smile Wendy has made up) and the little Tinker fairy peeked out of the window shily. Wendy gasped, even more puzzled and startled. “How?” Wendy whispered. “Well, four years ago I came here to London and found this Orphanage. I heard your stories. I’ve been coming here every night just to hear your stories, Wendy.” Peter said, just the slightest bit blushing.
“Wendy! Your stories are so amazing that Peter came to hear them!” Nibs said. “Yes, I did!” Peter said, smiling at Wendy. Everyone else was extremely happy and flooding Peter with questions, while Wendy was surprised. Of course, she was happy, but shock crossed her face as easily as it is to breathe. She looked at Peter again, and she knew what he told was true. His eyes were the form of youth itself, a beautiful green that was unlike any other. “I’m taking you all to Never-Land, Wendy,” Peter said, and Wendy have him the hug of his life.
You can imagine what happens afterwards. Peter takes them all to Never-Land(with some Pixie Dust that Tink didn’t want to give) and Peter tool them all to Never-Land(including Nana). You stop aging at fifteen in Never-Land, unless you come there when you’re older than the aging limit(like Hook and his crew). The lost children did something unexplainable- They stopped aging at their current ages. Nibs, the twins. and John stayed ten, Michael and Tootles are both eight, Cubby is eleven. Peter and Wendy actually did get together(rather romantically-ew) and they were both considered Mother and Father of the Lost Children, even though they didn’t call them by name. Tink did warm up to Wendy, and They all have beautiful adventures together, and they all tie to..
