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@growing-upsucks
I do agree.
Yes, well just out of curiosity how big is the high school’s library? I have come across some books I wanted to donate. Some to the local library and some to the school. I had students in my program a while back say that there was books they wished they had or more copies of.
It's sort of small. Donating books would be very helpful!
Second Star//Para//Peter & Wendy
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Peter wrinkled his nose as though he had smelt something unpleasent and looked down at Wendy in disgust.
“I may not be a little boy anymore.” he said, his tone turned frosty, so different from the warm, jovial voice he had used with her moments before. “But I’m not a grown man either, not any more than you’re a woman. I never want to be a grownup, they’re mean and if they’re not mean, they’re boring. I want to stay this way forever and have fun with you everyday.”
His fingers had made their way back to Wendy’s hair, though this time he only used downward strokes so as not to muss it and to hopefully keep her from reprimending him again.
“If you go to sleep, then maybe you’ll dream. If we both go to sleep, then maybe we’ll dream about each other and then we can play together.”
Peter squinted again, though instead in thought as he considered this possibility. He had many dreams, most of them involving pirates and jungles, though he attributed those to the stories Wendy read him, but the ones that appeared most frequently and vidily were the ones about flying. Those puzzled Peter endlessly because they felt so real, but as far back as he could remember, there was no recollection of ever having been on a plane. There was just Wendy and her family and his friends.
“We could go outside too.” Peter said, giving Wendy a little, cautionary shake to ward off any more sleepiness. “We could look at the stars and catch fireflies. It’s not too late for them to still be out.”
As Peter began talking, returning to his normal, playful tone, Wendy sat up so suddenly, started from the little shake. She hit the top of her head on Peter's chin, not too hard, but enough so it hurt a tiny bit. It was enough to make him stop speaking and look at her. "Ouch," she groaned, sitting up completely with a concerned but yet confused look coming from Peter. She just sighed and looked at Peter, taking her hand off of her head. "You were saying something about going outside right? I think we should. I won't fall asleep if we do."
As Wendy stood up, she pulled Peter up with her, and folded the blanket up. She handed the blanket to Peter with a soft smile, "I was comfortable. Thank you." And he put it where it belonged.
"Are you ready to go back outside?" She asked, looking at him and subconsciously ran a hand through her hair, waiting for his answer. "I want to get sleep off my mind and catch some fireflies."
Second Star//Para//Peter & Wendy
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Peter smiled down at Wendy, gently smoothing her hair away from her face like he had seen her mother do and then picked up his pipes, bringing one of the reeds to his mouth. A single, high note filled the small space, jumping immediately to another one, even higher. Closing his eyes, Peter began to play a lilting melody, spritely and spirited just like the boy who played it.
Even though he knew that Wendy was falling asleep, Peter couldn’t help showing off, adding in uncessecary dips and trills just because he could. The boy started to sway to the music, carried away by its magic. He couldn’t remember who had taught him to play the pipes, or even when, but Peter being Peter had assumed that it was something he had taught himself to do, he was just that wonderful.
When the song ended, he slipped the pipes back into his pocket and stroked Wendy’s hair again. It was blonde, shiny, and soft to the touch, which had always fascinated Peter as well as the other boys he so often kept company with. Peter was the only one who had ever touched Wendy’s hair, though, something he very much liked to lord over the other boys.
“Hey Wendy, why don’t you wear your hair in braids anymore?”
"Mmm?" Wendy shifted a bit, opening her eyes slightly and yawning. The music had almost made her fall asleep completely, and she didn't really want to sleep. She wanted to stay up with Peter.
Peter repeated the question, and the question finally clicked with Wendy. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Peter," came her answer as she shifted yet again to look up at him. Letting out a giggle, she took Peter's hand off of her hair. "And you're not a little boy anymore. If you keep touching my hair, it will get messed up."
Wendy closed her eyes, letting out another yawn. "I'm so tired," she mumbled, snuggling into Peter. "But I don't want to sleep."
I know I've said this about three times, but how is everyone? It's gotten unusually quiet...
Second Star//Para//Peter & Wendy
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Wendy sat down next to him with a look of awe, looking around the fort, before turning to Peter. “I can’t believe you guys made this! It’s amazing…” She continued to look around the fort, amazed by how much creativity had gone into constructing it.
"How often do you guys come here?" She asked him, extremely curious. She searched his face and, honestly, all she saw was happiness and excitement. There wasn’t an ounce of sadness. It made her happy to see him happy.
Wendy scooted closer to Peter, suddenly feeling cold. The coldness of the evening must have gotten to her, and she put her hands in her pockets, trying to warm them up. “I really like the fort, Peter.”
She suddenly let out a small yawn, surprising herself, and she covered her mouth, letting out a small giggle. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was tired.”
Peter looked down at his friend, considering her for a moment, his head cocked to the side like a bird’s.
“You’re cold, aren’t you?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. His words drifted through the air as thin, white clouds. He tiltled his head backwards, watching them float towards the ceiling before disappating.
“It’s cold” he repeated, more to himself than for Wendy’s benefit. Rising from the floor, he brushed the dirt from his jeans and wandered over to a cardboard box in the far corner. Objects were tossed carelessly to the floor as Peter rifiled around. Some of them were reasonable, like a flashlight or a first aid kit, while others were just simply odd, a shoe without a partner, or a child’s old teddy bear.
Finally, Peter found what he was looking for, an old quilt that had more than likely been stolen or retrieved from the trash with bits of batting showing through where the patches had started to wear.
Reclaiming his spot next to Wendy, Peter neatly crossed his legs and patted one knee as he started to unfold the quilt. When Wendy didn’t react quickly enough to suit him, he solved the issue by wrapping a hand around the back of her head and gently, but swiftly, pulling his friend downward so her cheek rested against his knee.
“Go to sleep.” Peter commanded as he fished his pipes out from the pocket of his hoodie. “You’re tired, so you need to.”
Wendy was too late to react when he suddenly but gently moved her head towards his knee. She was very confused as to why he was doing that until he said, "Go to sleep. You're tired, you need to." That was when she finally realized what his intentions were, and she began to protest.
"Peter! I'm not that tired!" She began to sit up, only to have Peter pull her head down again. Wendy laughed at how much he cared, and finally reluctantly stayed laying down with her head on his knee. "I need to get home soon. My parents will be worried."
Peter put the large quilt over her, and she instantly became more comfortable than she was, "It's very warm, thank you Peter," and she closed her eyes, trying to fight off sleep so she could stay up and talk to him. "I'm trying not to fall asleep though, so I can talk to you."
His knee was not comfortable as a pillow, she realized, but she managed to make the most of it and curled up closer to Peter. The sleep was catching on, and it was catching on fast. She knew she would fall asleep sooner or later.
Second Star//Para//Peter & Wendy
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Wendy went wide-eyed as he grabbed onto her arm, holding onto her tightly, “Peter!” she was about to scold him for his disruptive clingy attitude and decided she kind of liked the closeness. “Peter, you can let go.”
He never did let go, and she just sighed dramatically, “Oh Peter, it’s going to be alright. Nothing is going to happen to the fort, besides it getting snowed in.” He was about to protest when she held a finger to his lips, “You can make an igloo out of it! It may take a while, but it’ll stay all throughout the winter. Don’t worry.”
Wendy slowly eased her arm out of Peter’s grasp, turning to smile at him, all while shaking her head in laughter at his sad face, “C’mon, you’ve still got to show me where it’s at! I’m dying to see it, Peter. One of your friends told me it was amazing.”
Peter, who looked as though he was near tears only moments before, was now beaming from ear to ear, delighting in the happiness always brought.
“I’m glad I’ve got you Wendy.” he said, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze, “Girls always know just what to say.”
Skipping ahead, he continued to lead Wendy down the sidewalk, not once glancing over his shoulder to see if she was actually following him. This was just something Peter had always taken from granted, ever since they were children fighting over toys in the sandbox. He had been the one who had started all their adventures and Wendy had always trailed gamely along behind, just within arm’s reach. It had never occured to the boy that there might be a day when he would have to go ahead on his own, or that Wendy might want to forge her own path.
The sky was just turning pink as the pair approached the woods behind the school. Just near the horizion, Peter saw his two favorite stars lingering over the blue hills and he paused to point them out to Wendy before he slipped inside his fort. The other boys had disappeared for the evening, to home or elsewhere, Peter wasn’t particularily sure.
The inside of the fort was dark and rather musty, gaining the usual smells of any place occupied by any large number of boys. At first, Peter found himself fumbling around in the darkness, though he was eventually rewarded as his hand closed around a flashlight. The soft, yellow light brightened the small space considerably, casting ghostly shadows across the sandy floor as well as Peter and Wendy’s faces.
“So whaddya think?” the boy asked, settling down onto the floor and patting the space next to him, gesturing for Wendy to do the same. “Pretty neat, right?”
Wendy sat down next to him with a look of awe, looking around the fort, before turning to Peter. "I can't believe you guys made this! It's amazing..." She continued to look around the fort, amazed by how much creativity had gone into constructing it.
"How often do you guys come here?" She asked him, extremely curious. She searched his face and, honestly, all she saw was happiness and excitement. There wasn't an ounce of sadness. It made her happy to see him happy.
Wendy scooted closer to Peter, suddenly feeling cold. The coldness of the evening must have gotten to her, and she put her hands in her pockets, trying to warm them up. "I really like the fort, Peter."
She suddenly let out a small yawn, surprising herself, and she covered her mouth, letting out a small giggle. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was tired."
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That’s quite an interesting name for your dog. Is there a certain reason you named it that?
Not really. Why? Do you think there is? It just seemed like a good name for him. He’s a good dog.
Nah, I was just wondering. It seemed like a name from a TV show, or something.
Eh. I heard of this show called “Supernatural” and one of the guys is named Dean and one of the others looks exactly like me, but I’ve never watched it.
I love that show! Yeah...that dude does kinda look like you. Bit weird, I suppose.
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That’s quite an interesting name for your dog. Is there a certain reason you named it that?
Not really. Why? Do you think there is? It just seemed like a good name for him. He’s a good dog.
Nah, I was just wondering. It seemed like a name from a TV show, or something.
No Title Yet//Para//Peter & Wendy
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Wendy was scared earlier when Peter jumped out at her, but, of course, she would never, ever admit it. He always teased her about those types of things and would probably never stop.
She looked up at the cloud Peter was pointing to with a laugh, saying, “Yes, Peter, it does.” She then looked down at the last cookie she had and gave it to him, but only because she felt bad about not giving him one earlier when he kept asking for one. “Here, you can have my last cookie. I’m full.”
With that, she stood up and brushed the cookie crumbs off of her jeans, stretching her arms. Wendy looked down at Peter and pulled him up, asking, “Hey, you ready to show me your fort? I’ve been ready for quite a while now. I need a bit of an adventure.”
Shoving the cookie into his mouth and spraying crumbs everywhere, Peter took Wendy’s hand and sprung to his feet, still keeping her hand in his even as they started walking down the sidewalk. It wasn’t long before Peter took the lead, pulling Wendy impatiently along behind him, only releasing her when he got distracted by something off the path, and chattering non-stop.
“Just wait’ll you see it Wendy, we dug out the bottom, it’s a lot bigger than it looks from the outside, and all the boys can fit if nobody squirms around too much, and since we’ve started sneaking food out there, we could almost stay there for good!” He paused suddenly, his brow creased with concern and his normally bright eyes darkening.
“Wait, it’s fall now, isn’t it? Yeah, the leaves are red, and I have to spend all day in school, so it’s fall. If it’s fall, that means it’s getting colder and soon it’ll be winter and it’ll be too cold for us to go out there anymore.”
Peter frantically grabbed at Wendy’s arm, clinging tight to his friend as if his friend’s presence were the only thing keeping him from flying apart. “Wendy, what are we going to do if it’s too cold to go out to the fort? We worked so hard on it, we can’t just leave it!”
Wendy went wide-eyed as he grabbed onto her arm, holding onto her tightly, "Peter!" she was about to scold him for his disruptive clingy attitude and decided she kind of liked the closeness. "Peter, you can let go."
He never did let go, and she just sighed dramatically, "Oh Peter, it's going to be alright. Nothing is going to happen to the fort, besides it getting snowed in." He was about to protest when she held a finger to his lips, "You can make an igloo out of it! It may take a while, but it'll stay all throughout the winter. Don't worry."
Wendy slowly eased her arm out of Peter's grasp, turning to smile at him, all while shaking her head in laughter at his sad face, "C'mon, you've still got to show me where it's at! I'm dying to see it, Peter. One of your friends told me it was amazing."
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…Are you currently at the airport or something?
No. I’m just tired. And cranky. Dean pooped on the carpet, and that doesn’t help.
Dean? Who’s Dean? A-your dog?
Yeah. My dog. He’s a golden retriever, and I’m still trying to make sure he’s all good in the house.
That's quite an interesting name for your dog. Is there a certain reason you named it that?
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…Are you currently at the airport or something?
No. I’m just tired. And cranky. Dean pooped on the carpet, and that doesn’t help.
Dean? Who's Dean? A-your dog?
No Title Yet//Para//Peter & Wendy
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“Hiya Wendy!”
Peter leaped out of a nearby bush, showering leaves and gravel everywhere as he landed, somewhat unbalanced, in front of the sidewalk at the girl’s feet. He had been hiding in the shrubbery for at least half an hour or more, occasionally running around the side of the house and scrambling up a tree to peek into Wendy’s bedroom window, waiting for the perfect oppertunity to, hopefully, scare the young girl out of her wits.
“Boy, did it ever take you a long time to get your homework done. I’ve never seen somebody read that much, except for John, but that’s all he usually does anyway. John’s boring, Wendy. I don’t see how the two of you can be releated, because you’re so much fun.”
Brushing the dirt from the sleeves of his green hoodie, Peter sat down on the steps next to his friend and immediately set upon the task of trying to steal a cookie, not afraid to give Wendy the occasional tickle when she refused to relinquish one. Eventually, Peter grew tired of the game and streched out onto the sidewalk, the gravel pricking into his back. The sky above him had turned golden, spattered with a handful of candyfloss wisp clouds that looked as though they had been dipped in honey.
“Hey Wendy, doesn’t that cloud look like a cake? I bet it’d be tasty, all covered in sunshine like that.”
Wendy was scared earlier when Peter jumped out at her, but, of course, she would never, ever admit it. He always teased her about those types of things and would probably never stop.
She looked up at the cloud Peter was pointing to with a laugh, saying, "Yes, Peter, it does." She then looked down at the last cookie she had and gave it to him, but only because she felt bad about not giving him one earlier when he kept asking for one. "Here, you can have my last cookie. I'm full."
With that, she stood up and brushed the cookie crumbs off of her jeans, stretching her arms. Wendy looked down at Peter and pulled him up, asking, "Hey, you ready to show me your fort? I've been ready for quite a while now. I need a bit of an adventure."
No Title Yet//Para//Peter & Wendy
Wendy stood outside of her house, waiting for Peter to come along. "It's becoming late..." she muttered quietly, looking towards the sun only to see it slowly sinking. She hoped it wouldn't become too late by the time Peter came around.
She had finished her homework only a mere fifteen minutes ago and when she finished, she changed out of her school clothes and decided on more comfortable clothing, AKA sweats and a t-shirt. She had raced outside, thinking Peter was already at her door, but it only turned out to be a couple of kids selling cookies and brownies. Wendy did buy some for the kids' sake, but only to enjoy a few cookies herself while she waited.
Sitting on the gravel covered sidewalk, she looked at the empty streets. No one seemed to be coming, and she really didn't want to sit out here forever. It was uncomfortable.
That’s understandable. More opportunities, more freedom along with having more responsibility, but from talking to you I can see you being a more responsible one. You’ll do fine in college.
Thanks, that really means a lot.
One more year and I’m outta here. Sure gonna miss all my teachers.
It’s not a problem.
I’m sure, the school has some pretty good teachers from the ones I’ve talked to as well as some of the students there.
I do agree.
School's normally boring anyway
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Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to come see our fort?
Since when have you had a fort, Peter?
Since always, Wendy! You’ve just never been out there before, which is why I want to take you!
Well…alright. That sounds like fun. I’ll gladly come!
Yayyyyyyyy! Do you wanna come out after school tomorrow?
Sure! Sounds like a plan Peter. I'll see you tomorrow.
School's normally boring anyway
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Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to come see our fort?
Since when have you had a fort, Peter?
Since always, Wendy! You’ve just never been out there before, which is why I want to take you!
Well...alright. That sounds like fun. I'll gladly come!
School's normally boring anyway
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Oh Wendy! Don’t you know? You’re only in trouble if you get caught! It’s not my fault you can’t always keep up!
Ouch, that’s nice to hear, coming from you. Anyway, what were you planning?
Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to come see our fort?
Since when have you had a fort, Peter?
