Peter Pan Fan Fiction ❯ Opening Closed Windows ❯ Horrible plans ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 8; Horrible plans
Peter looked at the chalkboard at the front of the classroom, but didn't even make the effort to read
what the teacher had written on it. Someone had told him long ago that the biggest adventure of
them all was actually living. Growing up. Right now, it didn't feel like the awfully big adventure he
had been picturing in his mind. At his moment it really just was a pain in his ass. He couldn't even
remember the reason why he had decided to grow up in the first place. His missed Neverland more
than words could describe en yet here he was, sitting at a desk while some old goat tried to learn him
something very unimportant. Like he would ever use history. There was a very obvious reason why it
was called the past. You weren't very likely to ever get to see it again.
He would rather be outside at the moment. It didn't even matter that it was raining cats and dogs.
Anywhere but the school would be a major improvement. The only reason he was at school was due
to the fact that he had felt the need to escape the house. Bianca still hadn't dropped the subject en
Peter really didn't want, nor did he feel the need to talk about the girl he once knew. The elder
woman didn't have the right to meddle with his life like she was doing at the moment.
She felt that she had every right to stick her nose into his business. He was living in her house, she
was giving him clothes and an education. She was raising him and just this morning she had
screamed at him that she felt like he was her own child. He was not though. A child raised by her
from birth would've been so much more to her then he could ever be.
Peter frowned as he realized that the teacher was actually look at him. Why on earth was that old
toad eying him like he had done something terribly wrong? Wait! Was this one of those very rare
moments in which teachers actually tried to get the class to pay attention? He had heard about that!
Of course there had never been a teacher whom had tried that little trick on him. Most teachers
realized that he wasn't really paying attention and didn't feel the need to insult his intelligence with
stupid questions.
"Mister Pan, would you be so kind to answer the question." The teacher croaked and Peter looked at
him as though he had just grown another pair of ears. This probably was one of those moments in
which Bianca would've liked him to smile bashfully at the teacher and apologize. He should say
something dumb. Like that he wasn't paying attention or even that he had gotten distracted by one
the or the other. It wasn't something he would consider doing within the next five minutes. Being
honest seemed like such a waste of the opportunity to get out of the warm and oddly smelling
classroom. So instead of doing what society was demanding of him he smiled ever so lightly.
"Excuse me sir, but I won't be able to answer the question. The subject which you are teaching is
unfortunately so very boring that I could not force myself to listen to it any longer. The first two
words were enough to make me focus on matters that were so much more important." He fell silent
and for a moment looked out of the window like he was watching something fascinating. From the
corner of his eye the teenager could see that the teacher was looking out of the window to and
turned to look at him again. He smiled again, though the smile didn't reach his eyes, and added: "Like
watching the grass grow..."
Mrs. Darling was looking at her daughter. She had not moved since she sat down, right after
breakfast. George had forbidden her to go to school and dutifully Wendy had stayed at home. She

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seemed shredded to pieces but at least there were no signs of tears. George had not believed Wendy
when she had said that she did not allow Christian any liberties. He had boldly tried to kiss her but
that was it. He had tried and did not succeed. George however was seething with rage and had
vowed that Christian would never set a foot over the threshold again.
Wendy didn't seemed to bother by that at all. She had seemed different ever since she came back
from the costumed party. It looked as though she was on an entirely different world and that idea
worried her more than some boy trying to kiss her only daughter. Sure, her reputation could very
well be completely destroyed when she allowed a boy to go certain things before marriage. Yet, the
look on Wendy's face scared Mrs. Darling far more. This was the look she had on her face when she
had returned from where ever she had been. All those years ago.
The look which indicated that she was miles away. The mixture of good memories and grieve so deep
that it was hard to miss. Mrs. Darling had never asked Wendy what she had left behind. She had
been too happy to have her daughter back. It seemed that Wendy couldn't let go of what had
happened in the past however and Mrs. Darling could not allow the silence to continue any longer. It
was time to talk about it and hopefully clear the air somewhat.
So Mrs. Darling sat next to Wendy and lay her hand on her daughters. The teenager looked at her,
smiled and just turned her head back to the window. Mrs. Darling followed her gaze and noticed that
the window had been opened. The curtains were moving slightly in the wind and in a dark corner of
her mind Mrs. Darling remembered that Wendy used to open the window of her room every
evening. Was she waiting for something? She sighed and asked: "What happened Wendy? What
happened all those years ago?"
A confused look crossed Wendy's features, as though she did not understand what her mother was
asking her. The next moment however, her face became guarded. "We got lost Mother and
eventually we found our way back home."
"No Wendy. It isn't as simple as that. I can see it in your face. There is something more. Something
that has touched you in a way that you can never describe to me and that very same thing has hurt
you beyond reason."
Wendy sniffed. "I have no idea what you are talking about Mother."
"Yes you do Wendy. Surely you do," Mrs. Darling whispered as she lay a hand on her daughter's
cheek. "I know that you do."
The teenager sniffed again and this time Mrs. Darling could see the tears in her eyes. "It was nothing
mother. He was nothing."
The elder woman's eyes grew big. He? Oh no, surely not! Wendy had been a mere child when she
and her brothers went missing. He? No, it could not be. They had all been just children. Her babies.
Yet she cautiously asked: "He, Wendy? Who is he?"
Wendy looked up as though she had just sold her biggest secret but then she sighed and leaned back.
It looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and Mrs. Darling didn't say a word.
She knew her daughter and realized that she would say who 'he' was, but only when she was ready.

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The silence continued on and Wendy's eyes wandered to the window and then back to her mother.
There was a small pause in her movements but then she whispered: "Peter."
Her voice was soft, like she was wishing him by her side. Willing him back to her with his name on her
lips only. Nothing happened of course, though the wind seemed to be blowing a bit harder. Mrs.
Darling knew that if she were smart, she wouldn't ask anything else. She could not hold the words
back however and before she knew it, she asked: "Who is Peter?"
This time, Wendy looked up and straight into the eyes of her mother. For this first time in years it
seemed like they really head contact. A spark was lit in Wendy's eyes as she softly said: "The boy
whom promised me that he would never grow up."
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"Oh, my fair lady! How I have missed you!" Jas Hook took off his hat and bowed for the one and only
woman in his life. His ship. He had thought that the ship had gotten lost in the gap between this
world and that of Neverland, yet here she was! Gracefully swaying in the wind whilst ducks and
geese were at her feet. She had never looked this good, it made Hook want to do something
disgusting. He actually wanted to smile!
Yes, he did realize that his ship did not belong in a pond. He even realized that it was a snug fit but
she was here! And she had brought Long Tom with her. That alone would make it so much easier to
blow Peter Pan up. To kill, murder en dismember him. Captain Hook turned to look at Smee, who
was valiantly trying to steal candy from a baby. He didn't succeed and was greeted by the nanny's
handbag. Ouch! Such a fool! He would save him however, he could be of some use in the future.
"Come along Smee! We have so much work to do and so little time to accomplish it."
Smee had covered his head with his arms and ducked for cover. The furious nanny shouted a couple
of things that a child should never hear and Hook immediately liked her. She was the kind of woman
who would raise muggers, thieves, drunks and other ever so friendly gentlemen like himself. Smee
didn't take a liking to her however and shouted back some friendly words, before joining his waiting
captain still muttering unimportant things under his breath.
"Stupid wrench! You would think that she was trying to learn the child what foulness the world is
trying to hide for the surface! Blimey Captain, did you see the handbag on that hag? It felt like a ton
of bricks!" Smee said as he tried to keep up with his Captain. Jas Hook barely looked at Smee and just
said: "It is not like there is anything to damage Smee."
The two walked into the ship, but people staring at the ship could still hear the round man say: "Right
you are Captain. Right you are!"

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