A/N: All right, this is my very first Peter Pan fanfic. Hopefully, my imagination hasn't veered off so bad that I've lost
Peter's character. And you've all probably read this before, but I, in no way, own Peter Pan or any of the characters that may seem familiar to you. However, I do own Nicole, though why anyone would steal her character is beyond me. But just in case, she is mine and I would greatly appreciate it if she remains so. Well, enough of me blabbing. Enjoy the story. Oh and please review when you're done. Thank you.
As a young child, Nicole always dreamed of going off to adventures in lands far away, where she would battle pirates, feud with Indians, and have the freedom and joy of youth surround her for all eternity. She was enamored with the stories of Peter Pan. Even in her restless hours during school, she would often day dream of Mermaid Lagoon and how Peter cut off Hook's hand and fed it to the crocodile. However, as she grew older, she hid how she truly adored Peter Pan and his adventures. Though she sometimes questioned if Peter Pan was, in fact, real, she still believed in him.
Upon entering a very prestigious, college preparatory high school, Nicole soon found that she no longer had time for childhood fantasies, that it was time she started entering the real world and stop her "senseless riff raff" as her mother called it. Education gave Nicole a different perspective of the world. It was no longer this safe haven as she once saw it. She learned the horrors of rape, murder, trickery, dishonesty, and corruption. She found it difficult to trust people, even her closest friends, with anything that might be used against her someday. From the once sweet and charming, gullible child, emerged a doubtful and pessimistic young woman. Though she gained knowledge far beyond her years, she regretted it somewhat, for she lost the ability to believe in fairytales, she lost the innocence a young child posses, and most sorrowful of all, she lost the hope that Peter Pan may come by her windowsill some day.
Tired of solving incomprehensible Trigonometry problems, Nicole reclined back on her desk chair and stared at the digital clock by the lamp. It was now 10:30 p.m., and she still had quite a handful of assignments to complete before 7 in the morning. Rubbing her tired eyes, she got up off her chair and made her way towards the windowsill by her bed. Lights from houses nearby shown through the dark sea of buildings like still goldfishes illuminating the night. Above the buildings, stars glittered the sky in every direction. Nicole sighed. In a few months, she would be graduating from high school and attending college in the fall. She could stay home for college and simply attend a state university or a junior college. But then what was the whole point of attending a college prep school for four years, Nicole thought. Nothing was wrong with a state university or a junior college for that matter, it was just that Nicole gained an ambitious nature during her high school years to compete with the top students of the country. And to satisfy that ambition would mean to attend the best universities. Sighing again, Nicole shook her head to clear all ideas of college out of her mind. Right now, she had to finish her Trig. homework.
Just as she was about to turn away from the window, Nicole caught a glimpse of a vibrant, twinkling star, second to the right. Old memories of chasing her brother around the bedroom in Indian and pirate clothes they made from their mother's scarves flickered across her head. She remembered how they fought with swords made of toilet paper tubes and how they use to playfully wrestle each other to the ground. Nicole missed her brother very much. Ever since he signed up for the naval academy three years ago, she hasn't seen him since. Brushing a tear from her cheek, she gazed back up at the bright star. There was something very familiar about that one particular star. It was almost as if the star was winking at her, teasing her to come out and play. Play, Nicole thought. A word she hadn't thought of in a long time.
As childhood memories slowly crept into her mind, Nicole found herself whispering softly "Second star to the right, and straight on till morning."
Brows furrowed, she wondered why she said that. Peter Pan isn't real, Nicole justified. Just some kiddie imaginary figure like Santa Clause. It's probably just anxiety from homework. Waving her hand as if to push the thoughts away, Nicole turned from the window and settled herself back down in her desk chair.