The Girl Who Never Grew Up

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Once upon a time, there was a boy who could do magical things. Things that would make other children feel honoured to witness. This boy was unique, and didn't feel things like other children. Then, one night, the boy found a lonely girl and her brothers, and made her feel special like no other.

This boy was Peter Pan.

Submitted: April 11, 2017

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Submitted: April 11, 2017



The Girl Who Never Grew Up


When I first met her, she was nothing but a child. A very odd sort of child, but a child all the same.

I watched from her window many times before that night, but this night was different. My shadow crept around me and sheltered me from her view, but like a one-way mirror, I saw her exactly as she was; small, gentle, fierce- and clothed in a white cotton nightdress. Her eyes fluttered as she dreamt, of adventures and far-away lands and magical forests. I smiled, and that was the first time I had a Feeling.

When I taught her to fly, she laughed; a magical sound, that reminded me of silver bells. I took her to Neverland, and the way she flew through the clouds like a shooting star allowed me my second Feeling.

When I showed her the fairies and the Lost Boys and the galley of Captain Hook, her face was alight with excitement. She warmed me in an unexplainable way that I had never experienced before, and when she smiled, I couldn’t help but smile back. We smiled and laughed until our faces were sore. This brought on my third Feeling.

When we fought Captain Hook and his pirates on the Jolly Roger, she battled as bravely as a Lost Boy. A sword in her hand, her hair whipping around her shoulders, a leather belt around her waist, she looked as fierce and feisty as a pirate herself. She was beautiful. And when she gave me her Kiss, the Hidden Kiss, I was so overcome with my fourth Feeling that I flew faster than I’d ever flown before, jumped higher than I’d ever jumped, and smiled harder than I’d ever smiled.

My Wendy.

The girl who never grew up.

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