(Non-Clay related) MY Peter! From Tink's POV Rated G

Okay so I had a writing assignment for my Creative Writing class and this is what I chose to do. My teacher said to be creative and this is all that I could come up with. LOL Mom said it was really good and that I should consider going somewhere with it....I thought it was crap

. I mean, I wrote it in like twenty minutes. But she really liked it...Enjoy!

It's only three pages long in Word. So this is what really happened according to TinkerBell...

My Peter

You’ve heard of Peter Pan, right? You’ve probably heard all about how he took Wendy, John and Michael to Never land and enchanted them with all the wonders of the beautiful island. All about the mermaids, the fairies, and even Captain Hook, haven’t you? I guess enchanted is the right word, but it’s not in the right place of the story. Do you want to know what really happened? I’ll tell you, I was there for the whole thing.
   It all started the night that Peter first heard that Wendy telling her fairy tales. (Pfft, fairy tales! None of those awful stories she was telling had any real fairies in them. Those stories disgraced fairies.) Anyway, we were flying around on one of Peter’s little trips back to England. He liked to go back once in a while and look for new lost boys. Of course, they always came by themselves, but Peter like to go and try to guess who’d be next. He’d point at a pram and say “See that boy? He’ll be in Never land by next week.”
   We had just been passing the Darling house. We’d never had any reason to stop there because both of those boys listened to their parents. So there was no hope for them. I honestly don’t know why they listened to their parents. How could a life with baths and medicine possibly beat a life with Peter on Never land? It didn’t make sense to me.
   We were just passing by that night when Peter heard his name. He flew to the window to see who could be talking to him. I told him to just keep moving but has he ever really listened to me? Of course not.
   Inside a girl was prancing around the room, talking to two younger boys. They were listening to her every word as she acted out something that began to look oddly familiar. I realized that she was acting out Peter’s latest fight with Captain Hook. So she was merely telling stories.
   How she knew about Peter’s latest adventure, I have no idea. It had only happened the day before. All I knew was it was a bad sign. If this girl knew enough about us to know what we did yesterday, something wasn’t right here.
   I begged him to leave. He knew his own stories, why did he need to listen to some ugly girl tell it. And tell it wrong I might add. And I’m not being rude, this girl really was ugly. She made the Ugly Fairy look beautiful.
   Anyway, so he just had to sit there and get a big head from the things that girl said about him. I could just see it. Every time she said something about him he’d straighten up and get a smug smile on his impish face. I liked it when he smiled, but after every story she told he’d go back home and make the Lost Boys relive that adventure. When he did that he blew it way out of proportion, and made it out like he was the best boy alive. I agreed with him but he didn’t have to act like he knew that he was the greatest. I mean, I’m hypnotizingly beautiful, but do I go around flaunting it? I sure don’t.
   Things went bad one night while Wendy was telling a particularly nasty story. Peter got a little too interested and actually climbed up in the window sill. He was leaning against the side of the window, watching Wendy strut about the room doing her best impression of Peter.
   That infernal mutt came trotting in with the children’s medicine. When she saw Peter she dropped the medicine all over Mrs. Darling’s beautiful carpet. (I like Mrs. Darling; she was beautiful and graceful, even for a human.) Then she barked at my Peter like he was some evil intruder.
   He hadn’t noticed Nana come in, so it scared him and he toppled backward out into the night. On his way back his foot hit the top of the window and it came slamming down on his shadow. It tore it completely off.
   That menacing shadow had been trying to get away from Peter for months. I don’t know what its problem was but it was becoming a real pain in my well-shaped rear end. Now it had gotten itself caught in the same room as that awful, story-telling child.
   The kids jumped as the window and slammed shut and ran to see what had happened. Peter had enough sense in him to fly up out of sight just before Wendy wrenched the window open. She looked all around, but all she ever saw was an enchanting little firefly (Which was me of course).
    I was so pissed. There was absolutely no reason to be in that window in the first place, but I couldn’t make him listen to me. Now those…children had Peter’s shadow. How could he go anywhere without his shadow? If this didn’t teach him to listen to me then I didn’t know what would.
   We decided to wait until the children fell asleep to go and get that shadow. It would be a lot easier that way. We could just go in catch the stupid thing and leave.
   But, no! Peter had to get in a wrestling match with his shadow and make as much noise as possible. The boys somehow stayed asleep but Wendy woke up. I just wanted to smack her and leave. She made a fuss about sewing on the shadow on. I told Peter that we needed to get out of there, but once again, he didn’t listen to me. He wanted to talk to the Wendy.
   Since he wasn’t listening to me I tried to stop her but she shoved me into that drawer. Oh no, it was no accident. I was yelling at her trying to get her to understand that Peter had somewhere to be but she didn’t like the tone that I was taking with her. She made sure that Peter was looking the other way and swatted me like a bug. I am not a bug!
   Then the little tramp sat there and stuck Peter with a needle, over and over again. Even when he told her that it hurt she just kept going! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. What did he do to her?!
   I guess she must have felt bad because then she offered to kiss him. I was glad, for once, of his ignorance. He didn’t know what it was and held out his hand. She ran over to where I was being held captive and grabbed a thimble (Psh! A thimble!). I took advantage of it and flew over to Peter.
   You know the next part. I’ll give it to Wendy, when someone does something bad, she sure goes out of her way to tell the truth. Even the whole flying thing was true. I spent the whole time telling Peter that he was going to regret this and instead of stopping, or even talking to me he picked me up and poured my very own pixie dust all over those grubby children.
   We flew back to Never land and I didn’t talk to Peter all the way back. Not one word. What made me angry was that he didn’t even seem to care. He didn’t even look at me until the pirates had shot a cannon ball and knocked Wendy through the clouds. He glared at me and said “Lead her to the Lost Boys. I’ll take care of Hook.”
   I wasn’t just some babysitter! I ran to the Lost Boys and told them that an ugly Wendy bird was flying this way and that Peter wanted it killed. Of course they’d believe me, I was Peter’s right hand. Beloved little Tootles listened to me and shot that wretched girl out of the sky.
   To my morose she survived. Peter was so angry and when the traitors told him that it was my fault he banished me. I was so upset that I just took off. I couldn’t handle it. Even though he’d only banished me for a week, he might as well have banished me for the rest of eternity. It tore my heart out.
   I had spent his whole life being there for him. I was his best friend, his right hand, his confidant. I was the one that was going to be here when everyone else wasn’t. Lost Boys came and left, I stayed and he had picked that girl over ME!
   I was sobbing on a rose petal when Hook found me. He told me that he didn’t like Wendy either and that she just had to go! I agreed with every fiber of my five inches. So I told him that I would only work with him long enough to make Wendy leave, and after that I’d go back to Peter.
   I wasn’t doing it to upset Peter, like Wendy said I was. I was doing this for him. I wasn’t trying to make him see it my way because I knew he never would. But I knew that when she was gone he’d come back to me. He needed me.
   I also didn’t give Hook the location to the hideout, because I knew that we’d still use it. I just told him where Wendy’s house was and where Peter would put her tree to the hideout. After I’d told him he locked me in a glass cabinet. What was is lately with people and locking me in pieces of furniture?
   I had no idea where he was going but I knew that I had to go and stop him. It took me a while but I managed to break out and caught up to Peter in just enough time to stop him from drinking Hook’s poison. He wouldn’t believe me so I had to drink it. I couldn’t let him get poisoned so I took it.
   I remember going weak-kneed. It felt like the world was shaking under me. I flew to my little apartment and collapsed on the bed. It was getting harder to breath. I was panting and black spots were emerging in my vision. I could barely see Peter when he scooped me up. I could tell he was saying something but I wasn’t coherent enough to understand.
   A pain developed in my stomach and I looked down to see that my glow was fading. It spread from my stomach throughout the rest of my body. The last thing I remember was Peter saying “Tink, why is your light going out?”
   I woke to Peter crying and yelling to sky. “I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!” A long way off, I could hear Wendy’s voice yelling in synch with Peter’s. She had helped save my life.
   When he’d made sure that I was okay Peter took off in the direction of the Jolly Roger. We didn’t have a plan, but as you know we did an awesome job of getting rid of the pirates.
   I called the other fairies from Sparrow Hollow and we escorted the Jolly Roger to England. We took the Darling children home. When we got there all the boys wanted to stay with Wendy. Mrs. Darling gladly accepted them (another reason I like her).
   I felt bad for Peter but we were alone together again. Just the two of us, the way I liked it. Everything would go back to normal now. And it did.
   We’ve gotten some new Lost Boys and some new rivals. Now that the pirates are gone the Indians are getting restless. We’re not as much of their enemies as their competitors. Life has gone back to normal, and I’m finally getting to where I can be happy again. Especially since there will be no more Wendy. I hope.