Pride and Predjudice - Charlotte Lucas' Reply

Dear Mr. Collins,
I must tell you how surprised I was at first receiving a letter from you. When first handed to me, your letter could only make me assume it contained certain thanks for a kind acquaintance and a wish to keep in touch. I felt honored that you would recognize myself, and my family, in such a way.
Imagine my surprise when I began to read your letter. Immediately you made your intentions clear to me. Words cannot express how delighted I was to hear that you feel exactly the same towards me as I do towards you. I have been secretly thinking of you ever since I found of Elizabeth’s refusal of your offers.
Throughout my short experience with you, I have found you to be a man of great kindness, filled with every trait a noble man ought to. When I heard of Lady Catherine De Bourgh’s relation as your patroness, my interest only rose.
In short, I realize the advantages of a match between our families. Your letter has only furthered my admiration for you. I thank you for the compliments you have paid me in your letter. I believe I could make you happy, and you could make me happy. You, too, are honorable and charming.
I would be honored to take on the role of Mrs. Collins, doing my best to give you all the happiness and joy in the world. Your inheritance is of a pleasant nature, and I would love to spend the rest of my days with you, wherever that may take us.
I do, therefore, take this opportunity to say that I would be privileged to join with you and become one of the most handsome pairs in all of England. I know my parents shall have no objection to it. Let us set the date and bring this fortunate union between us as soon as possible.
I shall soon call you my Mr. Collins with all my heart.
With all my heart,
Charlotte Lucas

Pride and Predjudice - Proposal to Charlotte

Dear Miss Charlotte Lucas,

I would like to begin this letter with my deepest appreciation for the kindness you and your family showed me after a seemingly unfortunate event that caused sadness among more than one person. If I were to tell her ladyship, Lady Catherine De Bourgh, of how well I was treated, I am sure she would immediately be inclined to approve of you. Furthermore, I am obliged to say that you fit all the characteristics that she has decided upon as good qualities for a wife.
After the known events of a recent past, I am sure you must be questioning my motives as to be bringing the subject of marriage up at a time such as this. I shall make known to you the same simple facts I made known to my fair cousin Elizabeth. I do call her fair, but, that is, no one could convince me of anyone being any fairer than you, Miss Lucas.
I have several reasons for marrying. I wish to set an example for matrimony in the church. I also believe that marriage can only add to my happiness, and so I have every wish to gain such a partner in my life who might make me the most joyful of men. Last, but not least, it is the advice of the noble lady whom I have the honor to call my patroness, Lady Catherine De Bourgh, that I should marry soon.
Her ladyship wished me to choose a gentlewoman, one who is active and able to make a small income go a long way. I have no doubt of your match with these qualities and believe strongly that her ladyship will not be displeased with you. Nor, have I any doubt on such a matter that you would be any less pleased with her. For her ladyship is of a most kind and worthy nature.
Considering all these things, I wish to make my offer plain and simple. Will you, Charlotte Lucas, make me the happiest of men and consent to being my wife.
I know these offers may come as a shock to you and might have been much more within your comfort if they had been offered in person. You must forgive me. I would make my intentions known in a more lively way if I could, but I have been detained and am unable to speak to you myself. If you are not satisfied, I shall come at once and recite everything I have said in this letter and much more. You have led me to believe that you care for me as much as I do for you. If you accept my terms, I am sure that I will be the happiest of men, and you will be the happiest and most content of women.
Your family can have no objections to the match. There are no unpleasant results for their side of the marriage. I shall apply to them at once for their consent, as soon as I have gained your own. Say nothing of these prospects, but hasten quickly to answer my proposal.
You must be sensible enough to realize how much we were made for each other. I am convinced that you are as sensible as a lady ought to be, and that you will make a most wonderful companion for myself, not to mention a good friend and acquaintance for her ladyship. I have written to her of the prospect of our marriage and told her all about you. I would not be surprised if she invited us over for dinner at Rosing Park before the desirable event even takes place.
Know that I place all my affections in your hands and offer you a most amiable future life. I am anxious for your reply, and hope it will be in better spirits that those of my cousin’s.
I am yours, faithfully,

Mr. Collins

A Man's Heart - A Chicago FanFic

The man stumbled into the room. As he went about the small apartment he began to pick things up and put them down again. He colided with various objects in the place not knowing were he was going. His name was Amos.
He yelled, "Honey, i'm home," but then remembered the day he had had.
It had been a long day in the court. He did not work there, but rather was there for one imparticular trial, his wife's.
"Why did you leave me? You betrayed me!" he yelled out, he was delerious, as a drunk would be.
He moved about the room in a lazy style and made his way to where it had all started, the bedroom. Looking about with disgust he saw some caution tape, left from the confusion. How long had it really been since it first began? Many questions filled his head contributing to the dizieness that came from being drunk.
The room was very dirty, flowing with scattered, clothing, among other things. The dresser had a few things left over from when Roxy, his wife, had lived there. It was mostly perfume and other woman necessities. In the corner a radio sat on a desk that was covered with papers, he walked over and sat down in a chair near by and leaned back.
"I wondor if she ever loved me," he said to himself.
He recalled the events of that day, the good and the bad. Most of all the lie that he had convinced him to stand up for her once again. She had told him, in court, that she wasnot only pregnant, but that it was his baby. She had also hugged him after saying this, it had seemed awkward to Amos, but it was a hug from the wife whom he had thought to not love him.
The crime she had comitted was this: murder. She had been cheating on Amos for about a month with a furnature salesman who claimed that he had connections and could make her famous, or at least get her an act at a bar. Of coarse he was lieing and when Roxy found this out she shot him immedietly. She, being the innocent housewife that she was to Amos, convinced him to cover her, which backfired on her as soon as the cops questioned Amos and told him what the real identity was of the man his wife had told him to be a burgler. Soon after, Roxy was arrested and taken to jail.
Amos stood up and paced about the room and then into the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator and took out yet another bottle of beer.
"Roxy, why am I so invisable to you?" he cried out, "You just walk right through me, the only time you ever cared was when you took advantage of me!"
Crieing, he fell to the floor and layed down on his back. He was tired of being kicked around by others and knew that it was time for change, but did not know how that change would come about.
"Is there anything left for me?" he cried out.
"Oh, get up dummy!" a voice said from above him.
"Roxy, what are you doing here, I though you left me!" Amos remarked as he stood up and turned around to see his wife standing there.
"I am! I came to get my things and for this," she handed him a stack of papers that were stapled together.
"Divorce papers?" Amos questioned.
"Yes, divorce papers. Look at you, you're drunk. Gosh, I can't believe you!" she yelled at him.
"What's wrong Roxy?" he asked.
"Look, would you just sign the papers and leave it be?" she responded.
Amos had a sad look on his face. He looked up at the annoyed woman whom he had loved for so long, and stayed loyal to for all those years.
"Roxy," he started, but taking the pen from his soon to be x-wife, "Yes, Roxy."
"Good, I am gonna go pack my stuff, ok? Once I have done that it will be all over, I will no longer be in the way of your life and you won't be in the way of mine," she told him.
"Yes, Roxy," he said again.
After about a half an hour had passed, Roxy had finished packing and was on her way, leaving drunken, old Amos behind to be on his own.
"As always, Roxy, I am invisable," he whispered to himself, "here is to you," he said, lifting up the bottle of beer in his hand and taking a big gulp of it, "here is to you," he repeated, and then went back into the bedroom that was now empty of Roxy's things.
Only the faint scent of her perfume was left. It was all that Amos had to savor.
He gently layed down, setting the beer bottle aside, and allowed himself to slowly fall asleep.

The Second Star to the Right - A Peter Pan Fan Fiction

Chapter 1
Return to the Nursery


It is said that Peter Pan never did grow up and fall in love, as all others do. He wanted to always have fun and be a boy. This is true in many ways, but let us think for a moment that he did leave Neverland, and he did grow up. What would happen then? What would be his story after this?

"Come on, Tinkerbell!" Peter cried out as he flew about the island.

Peter flew so well that he was able to circle the entire island in 35 minutes and then would do it again. He still had not grown up and was not even close to being on his way there. There were so many adventures for him to play with on the small island of Neverland that he never even considered the thought.

He stayed young at heart and in everything else, but, no matter how young he seemed to be, had still been living for a certain amount of time. At this point, after his adventure with Wendy, John, and Michael, in length he was at least 42 years old and was able to grow if he wished.

"Well, I don't," was always his response to this question of wishing to grow up; he refused to believe that he was more than 17 at age.

It is simple enough to understand that if you visit Neverland you will become like he who flies. This is true whatever age you might be, and if conformed to this act you would seem just as young as Peter did.

"How long has it been since we last saw Wendy?" Peter asked Tinkerbell.

Tinkerbell flickered her light and answered in fairy language. Her answer was this, "If you care so much, visit her. I do not know how long it has been and for that I am glad."

"Well, maybe it is the time that Wendy had told us about. Spring Cleaning time she called it. I never know when which season is which, this island can be a little confusing with it being winter and spring, fall and summer all at the same time on different parts of the island," he said to himself.

Peter, for the first time ever, was bored and dearly missed Wendy. Time does not pass by on the island of Neverland and Peter had not realized how long it really had been since he last had an adventure with another. The lost boys had left with Wendy and her brothers, leaving Peter to be by himself, not including Tinkerbell. Time most certainly had passed and it had been longer than it seemed to Peter.

It had been 31 years since his last great adventure with all of them together. He had visited Wendy once and found her older with a daughter named Jane. Wendy got married 13 years before he came, she was 21 then, and had great love for her daughter. When Peter took Jane away to Neverland with him, Wendy had missed her daughter greatly and found it as an easy reason to say no to Jane staying any longer on the enchanted island. It was true, Wendy had grown up and forgotten her childhood, not fully, but enough to know what life would really be like for her daughter as she grew older.

They had all grown up, as normal human beings do. The lost boys, no longer lost or boys, had become parents themselves. Over this period of time Wendy had lost contact with all of them except Tootles who now lived with her in her small, two-story house. He never got married or had any decided relationships and was a very good story teller. He used this to get respect and all other things needed from the household.

Wendy's husband, Edward, was rather fond of the legend of Peter Pan; he did not believe that the stories were true but would often get down on his knees and beg for another story. He loved them so.

Wendy, however, got even more tired each day. She had not entirely forgotten Peter or what he symbolized, but, knowing that she would never be able to go back to the wonderful Neverland, she had decided that pretending would do no good. She still kept her daughter's love for Peter going, telling stories and making up poems about him. Outwardly she had grown up and become what Peter despised most, but inside she was not ready to let go of her fantasies or childhood, no matter how old she was.

Now, as time had passed fast with Peter he had forgotten of what had happened in Wendy's life and thought that Jane would be able to have another adventure with him. The first adventure with Jane had been so much fun. They had conquered the evil Captain Hook by, first of all stealing his treasure, and second of all embarrassing him in front of the crew by scaring him with the mere tick of a clock. A long time ago a crocodile had eaten Captain Hook's hand, after Peter had cut it off, and the animal was addicted to him ever since. By chance the crocodile had swallowed a clock and the tick of that clock in its belly warned Hook when it was near by. Thus the mere tick of a clock had scared him ever since and clocks were banned from the pirate ship. The two had also played with the Indians who loved to play their own versions of Hide-and Go-Seek.

As Peter neared the old house where Wendy lived he remembered all of the adventures that they had had together. He was not sure of what would happen when he visited, but hoped that it would be a good experience.

The shutters of the window opened as Peter entered the room, all was quiet and there was no one there in the room.

"Hello, Wendy?" he cried out, confused.

At this time of night there was normally action in the small nursery. The household would gather and tell stories about Peter and his many games and adventures. There was none of this when he came into the room. Not even the sound of a single breath echoed in the place.

Tinkerbell flickered her light saying, "You are silly, Peter. There is no one here, perhaps this is the wrong house."

Over the time Tinkerbell had become jealous enough, of other girls that Peter thought of, that she began to act differently towards Peter and hoped that this would change his mind.

Peter looked about the room and saw that it was the same place it always had been. The beds were in their usual corners and the toys were put away. The dog house sat on one side of the room and a dresser on the other. The same smell went through the room that always had, the smell of fun and adventure. Yet no one was there.

"Hello," he repeated.

"Peter?" a quiet voice was heard from where the door to the room was.

"Yes, it's Peter," he answered.

"Hello, boy," the voice said.

"Wendy?" Peter questioned.

"Peter, she is not here," the voice answered.

"Jane? Where is Wendy?" he asked.

"Wendy has been gone for quite some time now," the voice told him.

"Where?" Peter said anxiously.

"Much has happened since you were last here, Peter. My mother told me your stories but I was never sure of their reality. My name is Angela Moyra Benson, I am Jane's daughter. As I said, I never thought you were real, but Wendy's dying request was that I stay and wait for you and see for myself that you are real," she told him.

Peter had a strange, cold, worn-down look on his face when he heard this. He had wished to see Wendy once again, even though she was grown up.

"You look so sad. People do die, Peter. They grow old. It is something that you will never experience as I and many others will," she mentioned.

"What has happened? Are you grown up too?" Peter questioned.

"I am 17, Peter and soon will be considered a young adult," she replied, "I have one other sister. Her name is Wendy, named after my grandma. She has always been mother's favorite, but grandma cared for me. Grandma Wendy always spent time with me and made me feel special. If it was not for her," she sighed, "I wouldn't still believe in Neverland. When Jane moved to America I was allowed to stay with my grandma here in good old London. In truth I miss all of them. They are family you know. I don't know..." she sat down on the bed, "I wish I could erase my life and relive it, especially my childhood. When Grandma Wendy died I knew I would have to go to America and live with my mother, so I ran away and hid here. I made a deal with the owner to pay the house payment on time if they would let me stay here. It's complicated, yes, but there is an empty hole in it all. I suppose that this nursery has kept me going, I have waited to meet you for so long," she finished.

"Life in your world is very confusing," Peter said scratching his head, he had been doing this the entire time.

"Yes, it is," Angela said laughing, chuckling, and doing any other form of laughter in reaction to something funny.

They both continued to laugh and scratched their heads to make fun of what had just happened.

"Now that we are in a better mood, why don't we start again. Hi, my name is Angela, what's yours?" she asked.

"Peter Pan, and this is..." he paused and began to look about the room, "Tinkerbell, where did you go?"

He began to scramble about the room looking for the small fairy. Looking here and there he called out her name.

"Owe," Angela cried out.

"Tinkerbell, did you yank Angela's hair?" he asked.

There was a small sound of the tinkle of a bell that replied, "Peter, you know you are mine. Besides, it has become a tradition for me to yank the hair of every girl you meet."

"What did she say?" Angela asked.

Tinkerbell made another noise that was like laughter and anger combined together to make one distinct tinkle of a bell sound.

"You don't want to know. She has said that to Wendy and Jane too," he answered.

"Oh, you mean she said you silly..,well you know," she said.

"Yes. Angela, what stories did Wendy and Jane tell you about me?" Peter asked.

"Oh, there are many of them. I enjoy them so much and long to hear them once again. Now that you have visited I'll have to call her and have her come over so we can all hear them," she said.

"Angela, what about you? You know, I'm looking for another mother to come to Neverland with me," he mentioned.

"You are!" Angela leaned forward with excitement, "Peter, tell me more about Neverland!"

"It is an island where it is all the different seasons at the same time on different parts of the island. It is so small that there is barely any room between one adventure and another. But..." he paused.

"What is it Peter?" Angela whispered.

"You see, ever since Wendy left I have had no one to play with. I have not seen Hook since my last adventure with Jane. Since then it has just been Tink and Me. It sounds like Jane has changed much," he said.

"Why are you suddenly changing the subject?" Angela asked, laughing.

"Why are you no longer acting like a grown up?" Peter asked in return, both of them laughing.

"Angela, I would like to see Jane, if it's all right," Peter aukwardly asked.

"I will call her in the morning. Would you like to stay here for the night? Or do you want to go back to Neverland and meet me here again tomorrow?" she asked him.

"I think that you should come with me for one night," he replied.

"No, you! here," she cried out.

"You!" Peter cried back.

"All right then, Peter Pan, why don't you spend a week or two here, let me show you London. All this while we wait for my mother and sister. When it is all done I will go with you and pretend to be your mother," she suggested.

"I'd like to try that, Angela," Peter answered.

"We'd best get you some clothing and set up the guest room for you. Tomorrow we will visit London," she said, leaving the room to prepare, Peter following.
Chapter 2
Never Land
The sun rose early the next morning, for it was on Peter's side, ready for another new day. Peter too woke early, he was ready for action, but what he found was not a hyper girl ready to play, but Angela, asleep on her bed.
This surprised Peter, he had thought that Angela would be ready for a new day. After a few efforts to wake her up he slowly walked back to the room that he had been staying in.
In an effort to entertain himself he took out the clothing that Angela had given him to wear that day.
"And no flying," Angela had said.
"How can I not fly, without flying there is no faith, trust, and pixy dust," he said to himself, "So this is what I am to wear today, it does seem a little odd, don't it Tink?"
There was no reply.
"Hey, were did Tink go?" he thought to himself.
he began to search about the room, but found nothing and no one. She had been there last night, where could she have gone?
"Tinkerbell, Tink, where are you?" he continued to search.
A sound was heard, a tinkling sound, from the window, just then.
"You know I think you would look rather silly in those clothes," Tink said laughing in fairy language.
"Tink, where did you go?" Peter questioned.
"Home, and I only came back to get you," she answered.
"Tink, you know I am staying for two weeks here, can't you except that?" Peter told her.
Tinkerbell stuck her tongue out and her face started to turn red as she turned around and flew out the window.
"Tink, Tink," Peter cried out and flew after her. Tinkerbell smiled, she had had a feeling that he would follow, and unfortunately Peter caught up with her and was able to grab a hold of her in his hands.
"Now come on Tink, you have to be reasonable," he told her.
She pointed her face up and turned it the other way as if to say, "Why should I care."
"Tink," Peter urged, "just give it a chance, I want to try this grown up thing for once."
She turned and looked at him, then said in fairy language, "You would honestly think that you want to grow up, Peter."
"Well, maybe I do, if it means not being lonely any more," He replied.
Tinkerbell was very upset when she heard this. The look on her face was of a schocked fairy. She was not only angry but shocked. She managed get free of Peter's grip and flew off into the distance. Has she not been company to him. How could he be lonely with her around and all the adventures that were still left to be played?
Peter flew back to the house, making sure that nobody saw him. When he got there he sat down on the bed in his room. He looked once again at the clean, perfect clothes that were laid out for him. He thought hard, looking every second at the normal clothing he was to wear. Was that what he was to be, normal?
"Peter," Angela's soft, soothing voice came from the door.
"Hi, Angela," he answered.
"Peter, you are not ready for this yet, are you?" she asked him.
"I'm not sure," he replied.
"Would you like to try this one day, as a normal 17 year old would?" she asked him.
"I will never grow up, Angela. But for you I would spend a day as a normal, 17 year old," the words swallowed down his throat, he missed Tink already, but knew this was something that he had to do.
"What is your decision, Peter Pan?" she questioned.
"What news from Jane?" he asked.
"I have spoken to her, I have convinced her to come, but it seems she does not believe and longer. I am sorry Peter," she answered.
"When will she be arriving?" he asked.
"In 3 weeks," Angela answered.
"Then in three weeks I will visit this place you call London, but you must come with me to Neverland," he told her.
"I don't know Peter, I never told you, but I do have a job. I help out at the nursery downtown. I can not miss work," she told him.
"There is no work in Neverland, miss three weeks, will it hurt?" he begged.
"Peter, you are so magical, you are Peter Pan, and I am, plain Angela, how can I go with you to such a wonderful place?" she questioned.
"Come with me, before you turn 18, before your past visits you again, before Jane, before Wendy, visit a place where time is never planned, Neverland," he told her.
"Did we not have this same fun argument last night, Peter?" Angela questioned.
"Yes, I suppose. But Neverland, Angela, don't you want to be my mother?" he asked.
"Peter, you have swept me off of my feet, but," she paused, "I can not."
"Why!" Peter yelled.
"Peter you have already said that you would stay here for three weeks..." she started.
"Two weeks," Peter interrupted.
"Yes Peter, two weeks," she sat down on the bed and sighed, "Peter, how can I?"
"All it takes is faith, trust, and pixy dust, Angela," Peter told her.
"You really are Peter Pan, aren't you?" she said.
"Neverland is the perfect place for you. Come be my mother, bring luck to the island, make lost boys want to come again," he told her.
"Peter Pan, the avenger, huh? So how do you plan to protect me when the evil Captain Hook arrives?" She questioned, picking up a piece of cardboard from the floor and bending it in half to pretend it was a sword.
"So you will go with me?" Peter anxiously questioned.
"Avast me matey, be you Peter Pan?" Angela cried, "Me name is Angela, and I am your new mother," she told him.
Peter leaped with joy and began flying about the room.
"But no one must see us flying," she told him. "Yes, mother dear," Peter replied, throwing some fairy dust on her, "That should last you until we get there, then Tink can give you some more," Peter told her, "Now just think happy thoughts and up you go," he yelled out with joy.
Angela smiled as they flew out the window, making sure that no one would see them. Once they were out of sight they flew up and straight on till morning.
They had been lucky, for not many stars were still shining that morning, except one, Neverland, that always shown as a symbol of hope.
The colors were beautiful. Angela saw many things from hi up, and when they reached the gate to Neverland, the colors were even more beautiful. For a giant rainbow shown over the island, and the island itself was the most wonderful thing that Angela had ever seen.
"We are all ready for another day!" she shouted out, ready for adventure to came her way.

Description:
This is an unfinished fanfiction of mine. I do not hold rights to any of the characters except the new ones such as Angela, Wendy (this is a different Wendy), and Joan. Of coarse I believe that I should hold the rights to the plot of the story itself and make it a wish that the story line not be used in any other works but mine. Enjoy the story, I hope that you will R & R as well. Thank you for your cooperation as far as rights go. And without further ado. my story: The Second Star to the Right: A Peter Pan Story What if Peter Pan did Grow Up? Join Peter as he learns how much Neverland really means to him and has to choose between all he has ever known to be in his life. With all new characters: Angela - Jane's daughter, Wendy - Angela's sister, and Joan the girl pirate better known as Hook's daughter. Along with Jane, Hook, and, of coarse, Peter Pan in an all new adventure filled with life lessons, action, and romance. What will Peter choose? Read The Second Star To The Right to find out.

The True Story - The Scarlet Pimpernel Fan Fiction

The True Story - A Pimpernel Fan Fiction
Prologue

Recently a new document has been found revealing facts and truth of a long told story in literature. This document has come about by this:
In his adventures as a young boy, Luc would explore his house. The house was a very old one and had been in his family since before the French Revolution. Situated in Paris, France, the house held many unknown secrets of its past. In this case, it was another rainy day in the city of love and so our young adventurer began to go about the house at the time when his parents had left for a business party. In his searching, he would go into rooms he was not normally aloud in. This day he began in his parent’s room and worked his way to a door he had never seen before. Opening it, he discovered a long staircase that seemed very old and likely to fall if stepped upon. Luc cared not for this possibility and continued his search. He walked up the rickety stairs and reached the top of them very quickly where he found another door. This door, however, was not in its proper place. Luc could only imagine some high-risk attack taking place there, the soldiers knocked down the door with force and pushing it aside as they walk inside to bash things about inside and search for some secret thing that is hidden there. With these thoughts in his mind, he looked into the dark room. It was very dusty and there were papers all over the floor. What little light there was came from a small window that was almost exactly straight across from him. Between Luc and the window was an old desk and two chairs, one on each side of the desk. In another corner was a very old couch that appeared to have once been a leather couch, but it was now scratched up, dirty, and turned upside down on the floor. Across from that, there was at one time a fireplace. There were a little bit if ashes inside it, some on the floor. He could see where the wood would be placed and the fire lit. In the midst of all this, he saw a paper in the ashes, half burned. Luc picked it up read it aloud.
"My dear Marge, Marie, beauty of my days, I must confide in you a great secret which I trust to you because of my great love I have always had for you, even after your marriage. You must believe me in this. I will need to get this to you before they..." and it ended there, the rest of it could not be read because it had been burned.
Luc laid it on the desk and began to search the other papers among the room. Eventually he began to look through the drawers of the desk. It was then that he found the document I have told you about. This document was a handwritten journal – like account of facts and events that somewhat resemble the events in the classic book, The Scarlet Pimpernel. The boy hid the document for some time until he had read the entire thing. By this time, adventures had become boring to his mind and had grown into a seventeen-year-old teenager. He never forgot the papers that he his in a secret area underneath a broken piece of wood (Under which was a compartment where he could put things) hidden under his bed. Questions soon entered his head and he, being a mature and smart young man, decided to tell his parents about it.
When Luc gave it to his mother, she had shouted for his father and shown it to him; they both seemed very excited about this new discovery. From there the document was shown to the local authorities and the documents of it were told to historians as well as authors and students of literature. A new story evolved, the papers were the talk of all the highest universities and smartest professors and historians.
Luc never saw the document again. He noticed that the attic was not being searched for more secrets, and knew that there must have been more to the story. He, however, would not have a chance to find out more, for soon after all this had occurred it was announced that the family would be moving to the country, away from the city. This news was sad to him, and so Luc took a crazy idea into his head. He took all of his savings and college money out and bought the house from his parents, refusing to move to the country with them.
With great regret and being ashamed, his parents left for the country and would not talk to him. He only saw them again years later. After they left, Luc began searching again, adventures filling his head. He was a detective and his mission was to find out the entire story. He interviewed historians, friends, family, and the police, making a living by writing articles for the local newspaper, which were hardly ever published. In his determination, he found what he wanted and began to write a story, the true story. This story. I am Luc, and I am about to tell you my great grandpa’s story, the one that is very similar to the story of The Scarlet Pimpernel
Chapter 1
The First Meeting Which Will Result in Much to Come
In a country called America, a city called New York stands. It so happened that on one chanceful day, in the year 1939 during World War II, two people happened to be walking on the same street, on the same sidewalk; both were carrying a book with the same name along with other things.
In their walking they happened to have been in a hurry, and by this, did not see each other coming, thus resulting in a meeting that would bring about, in the future, many things, including myself being brought into the world. The two ran into each other, causing them to drop their things and fall to the ground, luckily catching themselves.
They both scrambled about to pick their things up, the woman apologizing as she did this. In their confusion, they took little notice to their having the same book and each took the other’s.
Once he had his things, the man straightened up, and turned to look at the woman he had run into.
“Funny things can happen when two are in a hurry and happen to be on the same sidewalk,” he said with a strong French accent.
“Oh, forgive me, monsieur, I did not see you,” she also had a French accent, “What you have said is true, I was on my way to a history club meeting that started,” she looked at her watch, “five minutes ago.”
“You sound French, and yet most French women would have glared at me and walked away,” the man said with a bit of a glare himself, “I hope that you have not moved here on reason that Germany is moving to take over France, because that would be betraying your country when they most need you.”
“Well I have never been ‘most’, and would never ‘betray’ my country. I once cared for it... but...” she hesitated.
“As I am glad that you are not ‘most’, however I must tell you...,” he retorted, but was interrupted by the woman.
“Good day then,” she said.
“Yes, good day,” he returned.
They were going their separate ways again, expecting to never see each other again.
The woman continued until she reached a small, corner bookstore. There she entered the store and walked towards the back until she reached an area where a group of women were sitting, one chair being unoccupied.
“Ahh, Marge, you have finally arrived,” said one of the women sitting there.
“Yes, I have. Sorry for my being late, I had a bit of trouble on my way here,” Marge replied.
“What kind of trouble Marge?” another woman by the name of Kate asked.
“It was nothing, just fell down, tripped on my way,” Marge replied.
“Just as well,” said another, “we are discussing the French Revolution today. I assume that this topic might offend you because you are French.”
“Renee, she may be French, but she is also American. You are the only one here who has a thing against them. Marge has done no wrong. And you know that her country is going through hard times just like us, you have no reason to hate them. With this war growing the way it ism it will not be long before Hitler tries to get France,” remarked Kate.
“Thank you, Kate. I can defend myself. Actually, the reason for my falling was running into another French man with quite rude manners. I suppose that is the reason for my moving here anyways,” Marge told them.
“Oh, tell us more,” Renee encouraged, anxious to make a point.
“She does not have to if she does not want to,” another said.
“Please, please, can we just continue with our discussion about the French Revolution?” questioned another woman by the name of Melody.
“Thank you, Melody,” said Marge as she took her seat.
“We were about to start talking about the day they charged the Bastille,” said Melody.
“Yes, so can we all open our book, The History of the Bastille During the French Revolution, and begin talking about it?” asked the woman at the head of the circle, who was the leader of the club, her name being Sara.
Marge took out the book by that title and opened it to the inside cover. There she saw, in the upper right corner of that page, something handwritten that she has never seen before on this book. It read, “Chavelier Carel, French man of the Regime, Currently at the Building of business on Main Street, New York, Floor five, Office 572.” This was not her book, it belonged to the man she had run into on the sidewalk on her way there, he had the same book as her and they had picked up each other’s book without noticing. She now realized this.
“Marge, won’t you tell us what you thought of turning the day the French people charged the Bastille into a holiday?” Renee asked.
Marge quickly realized she had been spending the last few minutes reading this address over and had not been paying any attention at all.
“Marge?” Kate motioned for her to answer.
“I am sorry, but I must be going,” Marge said fast and before anyone could object she had stood up, grabbed her things and left the store.

Description:
This is unfinished and will remain unfinished. Disclaimer: This is based on the story THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL. There will soon be more chapters to follow. It is about the descendants of Baroness Orczy (although not truly, this is completely fiction) and their story during World War II that resembles the story of the Scarlet Pimpernel. Anyway, Full credit for the idea of the story goes to whoever owns the copyright to the original Scarlet Pimpernel. Still, I claim all copyright to this story seeing as the characters and story are a bit different from Baroness’ Orczy’s story. Well, enjoy.

The Old Maid and the Thief - play version of the opera

The Old Maid and the Thief
By: Harmony Wheeler
Based on the Opera by Menotti

(Knock is heard at the door. Miss Todd goes over and answers. Miss Pinkerton enters with an umbrella.)

Todd: Good day Miss Pinkerton.
Pink: Good day Miss Todd.
Todd: May I take your coat and hat?
Pink: Don’t trouble yourself. I won’t be long.
Todd: May I offer you some tea?
Pink: Yes, thank you.

(Todd gets tea and pours Pink some.)

Pink: Miss Paxton is all the talk in town. It seems that she received a letter in the mail and fainted out of shock due to its contents, which no one knows.
Todd: No one knows what it said?
Pink: No one.
Todd: Isn’t the weather awful?
Pink: (Taking a sip of the tea which tastes bad) Awful!
Both: Awful!
Todd: Speaking of mail, what do you think of the new mailman?
Pink: I invited him over for tea, he brought his wife.
Todd: Oh, what’s she like? Handsome like her husband?
Pink: Ugly!
Todd: Really?
Pink: And sinister! I do not think I like her very much at all!
Todd: Awful!
Pink: Yes Awful. Life is so lonely here.
Todd: Yes, lonely. (Both sigh largely)

(Laetitia enters)

Lat: Miss Todd?

(Both women turn toward her as if deeply disturbed)

Todd: Yes.
Lat: There is a man at the back door.
Todd: Can’t you see I am having tea!
Pink: Oh, no, I was just leaving. Don’t let me keep you.

(The two say their goodbyes) (Todd turns to Lat)

Todd: Well, let the visitor in.
Lat: He’s only a beggar.
Todd: Then give him a dollar and send him on his way.
Lat: But would that be the right thing to do? Be a Christian m’am. I mean, I knew you would not like the sound of having a beggar, but I thought, well, just in case, oh, just look at him Miss Todd!
Todd: Well…
Lat: Just come with me! (She grabs her and begins to head off stage when they run into Bob right as they turn, who has found his way in and is quite handsome to Miss Todd and Laetitia.)
Bob: She left the door open so I kind of just walked in.
Todd: Oh, that’s all right. Goodness, you look exhausted. And you’re soaked! Laetitia, go get him a blanket. (Lat goes off stage and returns with a blanket) It will take a while to dry your clothes out. You’re welcome to stay the night.
Bob: Thank you.
Lat: (handing blanket to Bob) Oh what a beautiful voice!
Todd: Where were you headed?
Bob: Nowhere really. (Drying off)
Todd: What’s your name?
Bob: Bob.
Todd: What a beautiful name!
Lat: Let me help you dry off. Here let me take your coat.
Todd: And your Shirt after that.
Lat: And shoes and socks.
Both: And (realizing what is left. Awkward pause)
Todd: Why don’t you stand in front of the fire, you must be cold. (They move to fire, he stretches) Oh what a beautiful torso.
Lat: Let me show you to your room.
Bob: Thank you.
Lat: (to Todd) He’s so polite!

(Next Morning)

Lat: (carrying a breakfast tray) Good Morning Miss Todd.
Todd: Good morning.
Lat: Is he awake yet?
Todd: No, he fell asleep very quickly last night; must have been tired.
Lat: Wasn’t he nice last night?
Todd: The jokes he told were so funny!
Lat: Miss Todd, what if we invited him to stay another week. He had nowhere to go. How could we kick such a polite man out.
Todd: What would the neighbors say?
Lat: Nothing, to them he’ll be a sick cousin.
Todd: But will he accept?
Lat: I’ll ask him over breakfast.
(Lat goes to bedroom)

Lat: Bob, wake up. It’s getting late. (Shakes him)
Bob: (Mumbling) No, you won’t catch me. No! No! (He wakes)
Lat: I brought you breakfast.
Bob: Thanks.
Lat: Did you sleep well?
Bob: after sleeping on the stone ground for ten years, it was quite nice, although I doubt I stayed awake long enough to enjoy the soft bed last night.
Lat: Your clothes are there. When you are ready, Miss Todd is waiting in the parlor to see how you are doing. She wanted me to ask you if your would like to stay another week.
Bob: To such a paradise, how could I say no?
Todd: (In parlor) Laetitia!
Lat: I have to go.

(Knock is heard from door as Lat enters parlor and hides behind the couch as Todd lets Pink in again)

Todd: Miss Pinkerton.
Pink: Have you heard?
Todd: what?
Pink: There is a thief about! IT is the talk of the town! Murderer, thief, in our midst!
Todd: No?
Pink: Yes!
Todd: What does he look like?
Pink: (To be filled in. Pink gives a description of Bob)
Todd: (echoes Pink)



(Bob starts singing from his room)
Pink: Isn’t the weather awful?
Todd: Awful!
Both: Awful!
Pink: Oh, by the way, Miss Peterson told me that she saw that you had a male visitor overnight at your home.
Todd: Ah yes, my cousin. He is very sick and needs a place to stay; refuses to see anyone.
Pink: Ah. Well. Keep an eye out for that thief. He fled from a near bye jail. They say he is likely to kill.
Todd: I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then.
Pink: (suspiciously) yes. Good-bye. (She leaves)
Todd: Laetitia, did you hear!
(Lat emerges from behind the couch where Todd and Pink have been sitting)
Lat: What are we going to do?
Todd: We have to make him want to leave.
Lat: But won’t he kill us?
Todd: Then we must give him what he wants.
Lat: Money? Drink?
Todd: But I cannot be seen stealing or buying drinks.
Lat: Steal! Do whatever it takes!
Todd: But I’m a religious woman!
Lat: Just look at him! (Both sigh loudly)
Todd: Alright.
Bob: (enters) Good morning.
Lat: Oh what beautiful eyes!

(In the audience, in the store, stealing cider (?))

Lat: Be careful.
Todd: Be quiet. So many bottles, so many ways to sin!
Lat: I heard something!
Todd: What?
Lat: Someone’s coming!
Todd: Calm down. It’s just the audience.
Lat: No it wasn’t!
Todd: Yes it was!
Both: Shhh!
(Lat drops bottles)
Person: Who’s there?
Lat: Run away! Run away!
Todd: Grab what you can and run!

(A couple days pass)

Lat: (to audience) Days have passed now. She gives him what he wants. She steals for him. Just yesterday, she stole from Mrs. Reeves. The day before the club. Before that, she stole cider (?). She thinks he loves her. He does not return her affection. There is no appreciation. The old woman sighs (Todd on couch sighs) what a curse for a woman!

(A knock is heard at the door. Pink enters)

Pink: Have you heard! Have your read! It is all the talk in the town! The thief strikes once again. All week he has been a nuisance! Just yesterday, he stole Mrs. Reeves’ money. Before that, he stole cider (?) from the store! Keep your doors locked. Keep your windows closed! They have hired a special, famous detective! They’ll search every corner of this town!
Todd: Awful.
Pink: We must ask the police for more protection!
Todd: Yes. (Awkward pause. Lat crosses stage carrying Bob’s pants) isn’t the weather awful.
Pink: Awful!
Both: Awful!
Pink: By the way, is your cousin so very ill still?
Todd: I am afraid he never will be well.
Pink: So sad! Awful! Lucky the thief has not come your way.
Todd: Yes, well, just lucky I guess! Goodbye Miss Pinkerton.
Pink: Goodbye. (Leaves)
Todd: Laetitia! (Lat comes) Did you hear?
Lat: Yes! We have to let him know! We have to get out!

(They go to Bob’s room)

Lat: Bob, quickly, pack!
Todd: Get up!
Bob: Why?
Lat: Your life is in danger!
Bob: What?
Lat: The police are coming!
Bob: Why? What would they want here? What does this have to do with me?
Lat: They’ll catch you!
Todd: We are all in danger! We must run away. Yes, run away and get married!
Bob: What!
Lat: Stop acting!
Todd: We know the truth!
Lat: We knew it all along!
Bob: STOP! What is going on?
Todd: We were afraid, so we stole, for you!
Bob: Shame on you!
Lat: We have done no more than you.
Bob: HUH.
Lat: Aren’t you the thief everyone has been talking about?
Bob: A thief? Never!
Todd: Who are you then?
Bob: I am a beggar, no more.
Todd: Then why did you take the money I left out.
Bob: You made it plain it was expected!
Todd: (sighing) No doubt, awful! My honor, my life is at stake!
Bob: What have you done?
Todd: Stolen from everyone. Miss Paxton
Lat: Miss Channing.
Todd: Mrs. Jackson.
Lat: Mrs. Manning.
Todd: the club
Lat: we even raid a store!
Bob: You’re crazy!
Todd: Don’t worry. We’ll stand by you. We’ll run away together. We’ll get married.
Bob: You’re crazy.
Todd: We’ll lead a new life of adventure!
Lat: She’s gone mad.
Bob: I’ve done nothing!
Todd: You can’t prove that!
Bob: No. I am cousin and no more.
Todd: Ungrateful! Wretch! I’ll call the police! You’ll be sorry! I’ll see you in prison! Laetitia, don’t let him out of this room.
Lat and Bob: She’s mad!
(Todd leaves)
Lat: We must leave.
Bob: Why? I have nothing to hide.
Lat: Everything is against you! Who would believe a beggar over Miss Todd! You must go if you want to be free. Run off with me!
Bob: I’ll never have peace! (He stands up to go. They start to leave and then he pauses) Before we go, we shall make a thief of an honest man. Yes, let’s go, but as long as I am a thief, I’ll live up to it. We’ll steal everything she has. (they take things and leave)

(Todd comes back and sees that no one is there)

Todd: Laetitia! It is I! She’s getting hard of hearing. (goes to parlor) Laetitia! Bob! The house is so silent and empty. My safe has been looted! My money is gone! Thieves! Robbers! Traitors! Monsters! Help! Police! Help! Brutes! Snakes! Help, help, help! (picks up a bottle Bob has been drinking from) Oh but he was so beautiful. (she faints on couch)

(knock heard at door. Enter Pink)

Pink: Miss Todd. (Sees Todd on couch with bottle. She views the scene with triumphant imagination, shakes her head) Awful!

The Telephone - Play version of the Opera

The Telephone
Based on the Opera The Telephone by Menotti

(When scene opens, Lucy is sitting on a couch, next to a coffee table with a telephone on it, talking on the telephone)

Lucy: Oh, I know Sissy! I know! No kidding! No… no… wow! (Doorbell rings) Just a second, Sissy. (She puts the phone down, walks to the door, opens it, and walks back. She does not notice Ben, who is on his knees, holding up a ring to propose. He has a suitcase next to him. She, now sitting, continues to talk on the phone. He gets up and walks over to her with his suitcase and gets in the position again.) No…No! You’re joking! (She turns just as he gets in the position again. He gets up and goes to her.)
Ben: (In loving way) Hello Sunshine!
Lucy: Well, Goodbye Sissy. (She hangs up)
Ben: Lucy, I have something to tell you. I’m leaving. My train leaves in an hour.
Lucy: Oh, I'm so sorry!
Ben: But before I leave, I would like to ask you a question.
Lucy: Yes dear?
Ben: You know how much I've always liked you.
Lucy: Yes, dear?
Ben: Well, then, I was just wondering, that is, of course, after I come back, if you would consider...
Lucy: What, dear?
Ben: I don't quite know how to say this. (telephone rings).
Lucy: Just a moment, dear. (She picks up the phone.) Hello! Oh, Margaret, it's you. I am so glad you called, I was just thinking about you. It's been a long time. Who? I? I can’t come tonight. No, my dear, I'm not feeling very well. When? Where? I wish I could be there! I'm afraid I must not. What did you say. What did you say? Hello? Hello? Please speak louder! Oh! I heard the funniest thing! Paula and Steve are going to get married next July. I know! of course… and how are you? And how is John? And how is Jean? You must tell them that I send them my love. And how is Ursula, and how is Natalie, and how is Rosalie? I hope she's gotten over her cold. And how is your mother, and how is your father, and how is dear little granny? Ha, ha! Ha, ha ! Ha, ha! Ha, ha! Oh, dear! Well then, goodbye. Goodbye, my dear, goodbye. I am so glad you called, I was just thinking of you. It's been a long time since you called me. Yes, you already told me that. No, my darling, of course I won't forget! Yes, yes, goodbye, my dear... Yes! Ha, ha! Ha, ha! That's the funniest thing I ever heard. Oh, I'm so glad! Goodbye! Yes, Margaret. Alright, alright, goodbye! Alright, goodbye! So long (hangs up). That was Margaret.
Ben: Oh.
Lucy: Yes, she tells me all the news.
Ben: Interesting. Now I do have something I want to…. (phone rings)
Lucy: (Picks phone up) Hello. What? What? Oh. (turns to Ben) Wrong Number. Why must they always pick on me when they get the wrong number?
Ben: Why, indeed. But please listen to me? The time is getting shorter.
Lucy: Would you like to know the exact time? Just wait (dials, listens for a bit, hangs up). It is 4:15 and three and a half seconds.
Ben: Thank you. But now, please, will you listen to me?
Lucy: Of course, what else have I done? Go on then.
Ben: Well, as I was saying, you know how much I've always loved you. So, I was just wondering, that is, of course, after I come back, if you would consider (telephone rings). Oh, I'll go insane.
Lucy: Hello? Hello? Why George, it's you! But why must you scream at me so! What do you mean! Who ever told it to you? I never said that about you! If you don't believe me you can call up Phyllis! How dare you say such a thing! Stop using such language! No, yes, no, no, I mean. I swear it isn't true! How
can you believe that I'd say such a thing? Now listen to me! I'm not going to stand it if you call me names! Hello? Hello? (hangs up) Murder!
Ben: Now, Lucy, don’t cry, I’m here for you.
Lucy: You don’t understand. I’m gonna go get a handkerchief. (exits)
Ben: How do I make her understand! (He gets an evil look in his eyes. He notices a pair of scissors, arms himself and approaches the phone. It rings wildly).
Lucy: (rushing in and grabbing phone) You wicked man! What were you doing to it? The poor thing! Shame on you! Put them down! (He bends over and unplugs the phone while it is still ringing) Ben! (She pulls out her cell phone) Now I am going to call Pamela. I must tell her of my quarrel with George.
Ben: Must you!
Lucy: Yes. It will take me just a minute.
Ben: But I have no time to lose.
Lucy: I will make it very short.
Ben: Oh alright, but please hurry!
Lucy: (She calls Pamela on her cell phone) Hello, this is Lucy. I just had a quarrel with George... over the telephone. Shall I tell you all about it? It all began on a Sunday, when Jean and I went skating. We got on the trolley and met Meg and Molly, so we sat down next to them. I've known both Meg and Molly for years, and thought they were my friends. But what they have done to me now I'll never, never forget. They started asking if I had seen George, and now I know why. I said I had seen him once; that's all they wanted to know, so one thing led to another, and while we gabbed about George I told them what you told me you had heard about him and Joe. Yes, I told them what you told me you had heard about him and Joe. I know I was a fool, but now it is too late. They told him what I told them you had told me.
Ben: Lucy. (she gives him a stern look) I’m getting on my knees Lucy.
Lucy: Oh, don’t do that, you’ll get the floor dirty. (The other phone rings) Will you get that Ben?
Ben: (Picks phone up) Hello. Who is this. John? Her boyfriend! You’re joking! Don’t joke around me! (Throws phone to hang up and does this repeatedly until it finally is placed the right way.) (To audience) She only stops to start again. If I stay I’ll go mad! There's only one thing left, there's only one thing left. (exits)
Lucy: (In the background if needed) Of course, I said, Oh, George, my darling, how can you believe that I'd say such a thing, you know that in me you have a true friend. But he wouldn't believe me, and curse me up and down, and kept calling me names, yes, all sorts of names. And then I said, Oh, George, my darling, if you don't believe me you can call up Phyllis and ask her to tell you whether or not it is true. Of course I had to lie, what else was I to do? But oh, you'll never know how much I went through. Oh, you'll never know how much I went through. I thought I would die. Ah! I am so glad that you understand. And now, let's say goodbye. (Once Ben has left) I want to think it over, if anything else should happen today I promise to call you again. Goodbye. (Realizing Ben is gone) Oh, where has he gone? He left me alone with my telephone. I wonder what he wanted to tell me. I have a feeling he had something on his mind. Will he come back? By now he must be on the train. I don't know why I feel depressed! (The phone rings) Hello?
Ben: Hello!
Lucy: Ben! Where are you! Did you miss your train?
Ben: Not yet.
Lucy: But why did you leave me, and what was the thing you so wanted to tell me?
Ben: I might as well come out with it. I’ve been trying for so long. Will you marry me?
Lucy: Yes! Oh Ben! Of course I will marry you. You know that I love you.
Ben: Oh blessed day!
Lucy: So why did you wait so long to ask me what you already knew?
Ben: I must go now.
Lucy: Oh, not just yet.
Ben: I'll miss my train.
Lucy: No, no, you still have time.
Ben: Will you wait for me?
Lucy: Oh Ben, of course I will wait, but please don't be long.
Ben: As long as you have a phone you'll never be alone.
Lucy: I'll wait by the phone, but darling, don't be long. And while you're away...
Ben: Yes?
Lucy: Don't forget...
Ben: Your eyes?
Lucy: No.
Ben: Your hands?
Lucy: ...No.
Ben: Your lips?
Lucy: No...
Ben: What then?
Lucy: My number!

Legacy of James Hook

Margaret and her husband were honorable, high class people in their time and also happened to be the parents of James Banger Benson. They always talked of what he would do what he grew up. James disliked these conversations but stood them out untill he was around the age of 6. This was the age when he became lost.
When he was younger he had been more tolerant considering that he did not know what everything that was said meant but as he learned more and more he grew to be ignorant and selfish. It was not that he was proud, he had been brought up in a home where every day he got the best of what was available. He was quite uncaring for a boy his age because that was how his parents acted around others.
Still there was something inside of him that felt empty, it was this emptiness that led him to look aside one day. His mother was walking with him along one of the many streets in London when he saw another child that seemed to be flying. He rubbed his eyes and the image was gone.
"Mother, can people fly?" he questioned.
"No, silly. Now, come along, you are going to be late for school," his mother replied.
"But I don't want to go to school! Can't I play with my toys at home?" he complained.
"Of, coarse not. You will have just as much a good time at school," she answered.
James was given the best education, which even when he was young was very strict. He had no joy in going to school, but knew that he must in order to please his mother and father. He wanted to do this, very much, but it was not in him to behave. Several times he was lectured for his attitude about and in school.
There was one day that stood out more than any other day. This was the day after his 7th birthday. He had just gotten out of school and was waiting for his parents to arrive and take him home. James was bored and had decided to wander about the school for a while. He came upon something that sat on the ground. It was sharp and shiny and the handle was green. As he picked it up he felt a burst of winds come upon him.
"Hey! You found my dagger. Thank you James," a voice sounded from above him..
"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" James asked.
"Peter Pan," the voice replied. It had come from a boy who had been flying above him and had now come down and was standing in front of James, "And I know the names of all the boys who are lost."
"And why, I mean, please inform me of why your presence is necessary. I am not lost, I know perfectly well where I am. If this is yours then it should be mine for I found it and the rule is, finders keepers," James babbled on.
"You are not very fun to talk to," Peter said, scratching his head.
"I'm sorry, but nothing is fun around here," James replied.
"Oh, well that's no fun," Peter said.
"Yes, I know,"
The two stood there for a moment and just stared at each other.
"Peter, I saw you once before. I was on my way to school," James told him.
"That was the day when I realized you were lost and needed somebody. That is why I am here right now. You looked so sad that day," Peter told him.
"Well, what do you expect," he paused, "Peter, you look familiar,"
"Yes, you saw me that day, remember," Peter reminded him.
"I know, but I think I have seen you somewhere else," James mentioned.
"Perhaps in your dreams," Peter suggested.
"Perhaps," James sighed, "You are right, I was sad. I love my parents but life is so dull here in London. I want to grow and adventure into parts of the world that an average boy might never go to," he finished.
"Well, I can not fulfill your wish to grow. You see, I want never to grow old and I want always to be a boy and have fun," Peter told him.
"But Peter, that is not possible, all must grow old, even you," James said.
"If you come with me then you will be proved wrong on that theory," Peter yelled.
"You must be in my dreams Peter, you have an attitude just like the flying boy in my dreams. Of coarse we both know that it is impossible to fly," he rambled on.
"Not when you have a fairy by your side," Peter interrupted.
"What? I don't believe in fairies, I mean, who does?" James commented.
"All you need is faith, trust, and pixy dust," Peter said. He was hurt by the boy's unbelief and began to cry.
"Peter, why do you cry?" James asked.
"You have hurt Tinkerbell's feelings, and mine," he answered.
"Who?" James questioned.
"Tinkerbell's" Peter replied. That was when Tinkerbell suddenly showed up, spurting about the area and circling James.
"What is going on?" James asked in confusion.
"James, your mother is here," a voice from nearby interrupted the confusion.
"I'll be right there," he yelled back and then turned to Peter, "Peter, I have to go now, but please do not hesitate to come again. But you had best do it when my mother is not looking."
"Wait, James," Peter called out.
"What?" James questioned.
"You can not go. It is fate," Peter said.
"What is fate?" James asked.
"You should come with me to Neverland, you said you want adventure, I can give it to you," Peter told him.
James nodded his head in confusion.
"I am the leaders of the lost boys. Tinkerbell is my sidekick and we all have adventures together in Neverland," he told James.
"James," his mother called from a distance.
"I have to go. My mom is here to take me home," James mentioned.
"Oh, don't go. I can tell there is something missing in you. I will call you Bang Bang if you like, or Bong for short. And you will learn to fly and have so many adventures," Peter told him.
"But..." James stuttered.
"You will be a lost boy, and learn to fly. You can go where ever you want, and explore. There will be no parents to tell you what to do, no rules," Peter told him.
"James, you will be late for your piano lessons," his mother called from a distance.
"All right," James said turning to Peter, " let's go."

A Child's Neverland

A Child's Neverland
Chapter 1 - Secrets
Wendy was an adventurous one, she had always believed in Peter Pan, even before she met him. When the time came to choose between reality and a far off fairy tale land, she had chosen to stay home. Her brothers, Michael and John, had made the same decision.
Their parents were, of coarse, happy to see them home once again. Mrs. Darling had dearly missed her children the 3 days that they had been gone and wished that they would never again go off to this, Neverland place that they talked of so much.
As time went on things grew back to how they had been before. Wendy, however, seemed more anxious every day to grow up. She would often have a serious look on her face that hardly ever faded and when she did her chores or walked about the house she would never look down. This continued and eventually led to her leaving the nursery and having her own room that was a floor below the nursery. She also stopped telling the wonderful stories that her brothers loved so much, they were mostly about Peter Pan.
Because of this attitude that Wendy had her mother, Mrs. Darling had changed her mind about her earlier opinion of Peter Pan. She began to realize how fast her daughter was growing up, as it seemed in maturity and attitude. She knew that she now missed the young spirit that had once lived in her daughter. In order to ease her thoughts about this matter she would often go into the nursery and look out the window that Peter had visited so long ago.
What was not known was Wendy's secret. She, in truth, missed Peter deeply and wondered if he felt the same. All of the lost boys had come back with her and her brothers, except one. Slightly Soiled had stayed behind with Peter and Tinkerbell. All those who came with Wendy had found their family and were now living their own lives somewhere away from the place called London.
Wendy's secret was this: when she had the chance, and was all alone in her room, whether day or night, she would look out into the sky and quietly say, "I'll always believe in you Peter Pan." This was the same thing that she had yelled out as Peter left the house a few years earlier and was also what she said every night after prayers.
There was one who knew of her secret, he was the lost boy who had never found his family, Tootles. It was a quiet night and Tootles had gotten up because he could not sleep. While he was on his wanderings he came upon Wendy's room and peered in to see if she was sleeping well. To his surprise he found her wide awake and looking at the window.
"Wendy, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Tootles," she gasped, "why are you up? An 11 year old like you needs his sleep you know!"
"I couldn't sleep," Tootles gave a slight, whispering reply.
"Well you look tired," Wendy told him, " Come here," she motioned.
"Wendy, you miss him, don't you?" Tootles questioned.
"No, well..." she paused, "Tootles, can you keep a secret?"
"Yeah, sure, I can keep a secret," he replied.
Wendy picked him up and put him on her lap.
"Look Tootles," she said pointing out the window, "Second star to the right and straight on till morning."
"Home, Neverland!" Tootles shouted.
"Yes, Neverland. I can't get over it. Peter is such an unforgettable boy, and I dearly miss him, but I'm 15 now and I have to grow up. Besides Peter must be at least 2 years younger than me, and he never ages!" she finished.
"Why don't you go back?" Tootles asked.
"I, I don't know," she sighed.
"So what is your secret?" he asked eagerly.
"Every day and night I look out my window and hope that he will come once again for me. He did promise that he would come during spring cleaning time. But he hasn't come, and it has been 2 or 3 years now," she had overworked herself. Realizing this she put Tootles next to her and gazed out into the sky.
"He does miss you," Tootles quietly mentioned.
"How do you know," she asked him.
"I just do, and someday he'll come back for you," he proudly said, sure of himself.
Wendy sighed and stood up with straight posture.
"This is just between you and me, all right?" she reminded him.
"I think I'm ready for bed now," Tootles told her, yawning.
She nodded her head and took his hand, leading him to the nursery step by step.
When she reached the nursery she tucked Tootles in bed, who was soon sound asleep. Walking over to the window she gave a look around the room and remembered all that had happened there. It had been a long time since she had last been in the room, yet every touch, every smell of the room she remembered. It was as it had been before, two beds on one side of the room and one on the other. There was a drawer for clothing and other belongings next to each bed and one large one next to the window that had a large mirror on top of it. There was a built in couch in front of the window and the same curtains hung. The dog house sat on the other side of the window and there was a giant clock next to it. There was such an essence in the room that for a moment Wendy was swept away and could not resist sitting down by the window and gazing out.
"Wendy," a voice sounded from behind her.
"Mother, I am sorry. I should not be here. I was just putting Tootles back to bed and could not help but look out the window to..." her mother stopped her, gently holding her hand.
"You have been doing this every night, haven't you, Wendy?" her mother asked her.
"In my room, yes. But it has been such a long time since I last gave a stare out this window, and it is filled with such a sad memory," she told her mother.
"How can it be a bad memory? Wendy," she said sitting down next to her daughter, "you have become a beautiful girl and I'm proud of you, but I can tell that something is wrong," Mrs. Darling mentioned.
"Mother,"
"Wendy, I need to tell you something," Mrs. Darling interrupted.
"What is it mother?" Wendy questioned, unsure of what her mother was about to tell her.
"When I was your age, perhaps a bit younger, I saw this flying boy in my dreams," Wendy gasped as her mother spoke, "He came to my window too and I had adventures with him in this very room, but not elsewhere. He told me of his home, but never invited me there. I always asumed that he was just in my mind, but I never let go of him. And then I met your father. All the other men I knew had their eyes on me, but there was something different about him, and we fell in love. He took the flying boy's place in my life along with you and your brothers once born," she paused and looked at her daughter's face. Wendy had the expression of disbelief on her face, she could not believe what her mother was telling her. "He never returned, and I soon forgot about him until you began to tell stories of him. And then he came and took you to a place that he had never taken me. I still refused to believe, but as time passed I began to wish he would come back."
"Mother, this is so strange to hear coming from you. You have always been a loving, but strict mother to me and I have never seen this side of you before. I don't know what to think of this," Wendy told Mrs. Darling.
"I guess what I am trying to say is, if Peter ever comes back, you may go withe him for a short period of time," her mother said in return to Wendy's remark. " Oh, mother!" Wendy said falling into the other's arms.
"Shh, we don't want to wake anyone up," she warned and then continued, "I'll tell you what, if you can keep this secret for a little while, I will let you move back into the nursery."
Wendy's face began to lite up as she stood up, hugged her mother, and headed out the door and towards her bedroom.
"Dear stars and nightlights, pretect my children, burn steadfast and clear tonight," Mrs. Darling said, looking out at the stars and after that leaving the room.
Something had happened that night, and it was very unknown to all others in the household. Wendy had come to let go of her anger and began to hope once again, hope for Peter and Tinkerbell and all others who lived in her dreams.
There was also an unknown in the midst of all this, somone had been spying on them who worked for Captain Hook, and he was ready to let his instructor know the hopes of young Wendy. Hook was about to prounce on his prey, or should it be said, his bate in which he hoped to lure Peter Pan and get rid of him for good.
Chapter 2 - the Plan
The seas roared, Captain James Hook was up to something. In his cabin he moved about, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. He was scheming once again and was up to his old plans. Hook had been quiet for some time and was ready for something new.
Much had happened in the last three years that had soothed him for a short while. He had come to know of an unknown daughter whom he was responsible for now. She in return had brought a new spirit to the captain and for that period of time Hook had forgotten about his rage towards Peter Pan. Hook's hatred had turned to old memories, but most of all the other world. Seeing his daughter brought back painful memories, even more so than his being defeated by Peter and the Lost Boys.
He had married once to a woman who lived in the other world. When news came that his wife was pregnant he decided to tell her who he was to all who lived in Neverland and that Peter Pan was real. However he tried she would not believe him, that is until he brought her to the beautiful island of Neverland. His wife admired the island and Peter greatly, therefore she was disgusted with the life of a pirate. She soon left him and went back to her old home in London. Through all this Hook stayed in Neverland with Smee and the rest of the crew. It was 17 years later when his daughter had found him and come to be on his right hand side. The event of finding his daughter was happened a year after Peter's adventure with Wendy.
Now things came back together and Hook's rage for Peter erupted again.
"It's a pirates life for me," Smee sang as he did his chores about the ship.
"Smee!" Captain Hook called out.
"Yes, Captain, what is it?" Smee answered.
"Where is that blasted Joan? She was supposed to be back an hour ago from the other world! I am anxious to get my revenge on Peter and she, at this moment is the best spy I have got. But I want to know what she has found!" Hook yelled.
"She said she would get back when she can, Captain," Smee reminded Hook as he rummaged about.
"Smee, come here!" Hook told him.
"Yes, Captain, Sir," Smee answered.
"Smee, I am worried about that girl. She is just like her mother, wanting to adventure everywhere but here, on my ship. So fond of everything new to her, so gentle with all of the crew. How am I supposed to deal with that, she will never become Captain at this rate and I will be forced to leave you in charge..." Hook began.
"Oh, but that would not be so bad," Smee mentioned.
He was rather afraid of Hook, but still remained loyal for what had been done by the good old cap'n years ago.
"Smee, the crew would smother you to pieces," Hook told him.
"Oh, but I would get em' back with Johnny corkscrew here," Smee replied, pulling out his sword, which was crookedly shaped, and showing it to Hook.
"Not if you are dead," Hook said in a deep tone of voice and then continued, "But still, Smee, I am worried about the girl," he finished.
"Oh, but Captain, you know she would never leave her father, she is just off in her own little world for a couple of days. Let her be there for a short time, she'll be back. And when she does get back she will have done exactly what you assigned her and more," Smee finished.
"Oh, I suppose you are right, Smee. I just am so anxious to get my revenge on Peter and Wendy and all that they have done to me that... well, I just wish that he would leave me alone and let me be," Hook told Smee.
"Captain, I do believe you are crying again," Smee mentioned, pulling out a piece of tissue paper, just in time to hear a knock on the door to the cabin room.
"Father, I have returned," A low, sweet and loving voice sounded from t where the door was.
"Finally, come here girl and tell me what you have found," Hook motioned for her to come near him.
"Father, I have found many things. Wendy, of coarse wishes to come back to Neverland, but there is also something unexpected," she told him.
"Yes," Hook motioned for her to continue.
"Her Mother, she claims to have once seen Peter in her dreams when she was younger," the girl told her father.
"Joan, my dear daughter, this is most helpful. Go and prepare the crew for a take-off, we're going kidnapping," he told her.
"Yes, father," she answered as she left the room to follow out her orders.
Smee was right about the loyalty she had for her father, she never questioned what he said and always obeyed him. She just wanted to make him happy. After all, he was the father whom she had never gotten a chance to know.
"Smee, I have come up with another plan," Hook said laughing a cruel laugh to himself.
"You always know what to do, captain," Smee commented.
"We are not going to kidnap Wendy, no, she is going to be left home this time. This time we will kidnap, or shall I say adultnap, Wendy's mother. I will lure Peter Pan here and he will, of coarse, save the woman. She will make it easier for my capture of Peter by slowing him down," he thought out loud.
"But, captain, what if Peter goes back for Wendy once he finds her mother, that won't help any," Smee told Hook.
"Good form, Smee. Although I doubt that would be in his character we must be cautious. We will have to go back for Wendy, or find another place for her to go. Smee, get me Joan, I need Joan!" he yelled.
It had been a long time since Hook had last demised a plan to get rid of Peter. Thus when it came to this new plan he was very excited. His mind ran wild with the possibilities of his new plan to defeat not only Peter, but also Wendy and her family.
Chapter 3 - Discussions
Day came and went in the Darling home, it was once again night and time for bed.
Wendy looked out her window as she remembered what had happened the previous night. She was lost in a dream that she thought would never come true again.
She stood up and walked over to her dresser, which had a mirror on top of it resting against the wall. There was also a medium sized brush that sat in its place, on the dresser. It was a beautiful brush, filled with colors and elegant designs. It was very formal and reminded Wendy of her future, and that some day she would have to become a grown up. Yet even with these setback thoughts, she picked the brush up and began to comb her hair.
"Mother does this every morning and night one hundred times," she thought to herself, putting the brush down and beginning smooth her hair out with her hands.
"Wendy," George, her father said.
"Yes father," she replied.
"What are you still doing up, child? You should be in bed," he told her.
"I could not sleep father, so I decided to comb my hair some more," she replied.
"Well, don't comb your hair too much, or it may fall it," he said in a gesture to be funny.
"Mother says I can go back to the Nursery in a week or so," Wendy mentioned.
"Go back to the Nursery! Go back! Wendy, you need to grow up! This is who you are now," he gestured, "You are no longer a child."
"I am only 13, father," she cried out.
"Yes I know, but when I was your age I had long ago grown up. Now it is your turn to do the same," he told her.
"Father, why must you always yell?" Wendy questioned.
"Why must I always yell!" he screamed back, "Why, why must I always yell? Wendy, if you are going to have that attitude then you must be right. Go back to the Nursery, play games, tell stories, wait for this Peter that you talk of, but you can not forget, that you have to grow up some day!" he told her.
"Father," she cried after him as he began to leave, "I am sorry, won't you tuck me in bed?" she questioned.
"Wendy, you are too old for being tucked in bed," he began.
"Yes, I know, father," she remarked.
"But I suppose that just one time would not hurt," he finished, taking her hand and leading her to her bed.
Wendy sat down on her bed and got underneath the sheets and blankets. As she snuggled in her father gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and turned to leave.
"But this is the last time, Wendy," he told her and then left the room.
"Yes, father," Wendy whispered in a short yawn, turning over to fall asleep and dream of Peter Pan.

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After speaking to Wendy, George went to his room to speak of the topic Wendy had discussed with him. As he entered the room all was silent, and Mary, his wife and Wendy's mother, was sitting by the window. However, she was not looking out the window.
George walked over to her and sat down next to her, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"So you told Wendy she could go back to the Nursery, did you?" he asked her.
"Yes, but I am not sure it was the right thing to do," she answered.
"What made you tell her that?" he questioned.
"Memories of an old past that use to live in my dreams as it does now with Wendy," she told him.
"Really, that does not seem like you, Mary," George pointed out. "I know, that is what Wendy said too, darling," she mentioned.
"She has to grow up sooner or later," George said to her.
"Yes, I know. But it seems that ever since she left the Nursery, growing up has come too fast for her," Mary said.
"What makes you say that?" he questioned.
"She has changed too quickly, do we really want that George?" she replied.
"I suppose, no, we do not want that," he replied.
"You do remember when she first came home, George. You were asleep in Nana's kettle," she laughed to herself, "All those boys that she brought home with her, the ones that we found good homes for, except Tootles, who lives with us, and Slightly, who ran away. Wendy claims that he went back to Neverland to be with Peter. And I do remember Peter, he seemed such a nice boy. It seemed so unreal for him to fly away and not stay with us like the rest of the boys. Yet we say that it is not real, and Wendy merely found all those boys on the streets of London. Don't you think that it all sounds silly?" she finished.
"Yes, it is all silly, but Wendy needs to grow up as we have, and as her brothers will do very soon as well," he answered with a strict tone of voice.
"Yes, George. I know that very well. I now wish that I had not told her the things I did. But everything magical had a purpose does it not? For me, that magic left long ago. Fortunately it was passed on to Wendy, and I hate to see her lose it as I once did," Mary told him.
"Mary, what exactly did you tell our daughter?" George questioned.
"I told her that if Peter ever came back that she could go with him for a little while, and that if she kept quiet of what I had told her about my past, that I would let her move back into the Nursery again," Mary told him.
George had a strange look on his face, it was hard for Mary to tell what he was thinking.
"Mary, what do you really want for her? If you could, would you take back that moment, or at least make it so that you never told her those things?" George asked.
"I really am not sure, George," she answered.
"Then I suggest you think about it for a while. Why don't you take a walk in the garden courtyard outside the house," he suggested.
"Yes, that seems to be a good idea, but..." she paused, "George, I love my daughter and will do whatever is best for her," she started.
"Then do what is best for her, Mary. She is not your baby girl any more, she is growing up. Tell me, what are you going to do?" he asked.
"I do not believe in my childhood any longer, George, you took the place of that. Magic seems unreal to me, but to her it is everything. If she is growing up, then she can make her own choices. She will not go back to the Nursery, but, when the time comes that her childhood calls her again, most likely through this Peter Pan of hers, then it will be her own decision that will we taken into effect. I feel that this may be the only way for her to learn to grow up. She know what she learned on her first trip to Neverland, and keeps it fresh on her mind, yet she wishes to go back. Maybe something has not been learned yet, and in order for her to understand the meaning of being grown up, and the meaning of her home, she must go back to this place that has swept her off of her feet," she finished.
"Then that is your choice. I believe that perhaps her way of learning should be yours," he mentioned.
"George, don't be absurd. I am grown up now, magic has left me. I have you and the children to tend to," she told him.
"Yes, you are right," George remarked.
It was at this moment that a cry was heard from the hall. It was coming from the Nursery, from a small boy, crying because he had had a bad dream.
Mary started to leave the room to go and attend the child, but George stopped her, grabbing hold of her hand.
"I will take care of him. You have tended to the children enough. Go and think about the choice you have made. Relax, think about what I have said to you," he told her.
"But, Tootles, I have to tell him a story or sing to him. You can not handle him," Mary told him.
"You don't worry. I can handle this," George told her, leaving the room and Mary behind.
Mary walked over to the window and looked out. It was a peaceful night, all was calm. The trees swayed with the light breeze, and the lights in the street were lit, showing how empty the quiet streets were. It was beautiful, and she knew to enjoy it.
The beauty of what she saw encouraged her to leave the plain room and go to the courtyard and small garden outside of the house. The ones that she took care of daily when ever she got a chance.
When she reached the place she sat down on a small bench that sat there in the garden. She looked up at the moon, and began to think.

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This is a Peter Pan Fan Fiction. It is unfinished and will never be finished. No rights are held to any of the characters except the newer ones which shall evolve later in the plot. Also the story-line/plot is held under myself and I believe I have the right to own it, but nothing else. A Child's Neverland: Journey to the Second Star to the Right It has been 3 years since Peter left and Wendy is starting to grow up. There are many secrets being kept in the Darlings house. Hook decides to bring, not Wendy, to Neverland but her mother. Now Wendy is left at home to wait while another adventure unfolds. How will Peter Save the day? R & R to find out!

Snow White and the Seven Idiots - A story I wrote when I was in 6th grade

THE STORY BEGINS…..

Once upon a time, in a far-off place, there was a large castle that was hidden far away from civilization. But before civilization had even started, there was a young girl that was the daughter of an evil sorceress. And even though her mother was evil with magic, she was truly good in spirit. She was called "The Goodmother" and her daughter was called "Talina".

Every day Talina would leave in the morning to pick berries or have fun with the animals of the forest. One day she was skipping along when she found a young man, just about her age, and the two fell in love secretly. So they decided to be married. But when they told The Goodmother, she was not pleased and begged her daughter to reconsider, but Talina refused her mother's wishes and because of The Goodmother's anger, she became "Jackevil" the evil sorceress and put a spell on the two lovers that they may be forever enslaved in a large castle to never be found.

As time passed they had seven little boys: Jack, Pock, Pug, Hugo, Dapper, Pep, and Kismoe. When Jackevil learned of this, she was afraid of the knowledge that could destroy her, so she made the lovers deceased and left the seven children to be on their own. They would know nothing but how to take care of themselves. As for the two parents, first the mother died and then the father, but legend has it that the father may still be out there somewhere, touched with immortal life, and that the seven boys may have some of that in them.



HUNDREDS/THOUSANDS OF YEARS LATER….



"And that is the legend of the seven idiots."

"Hey, tell us another one Derick."

"Sure Tina. Now this one is about the monster of…."

Derick Latimer was the most popular kid in the entire school, and the cutest. He was also the boy that Snow White Henderson just happened to have a crush on.

"I can't believe you actually like his stories, or shall I say, creepy legends, Snow."

"Why Tasha, they can be fun…."

"…and freaky!" said Tasha.

"Hey, you're eighteen years old. You should be able to handle that type of stuff."

"Not really."

"Look, this is our last year of high school. I want to make a good impression on him, OK?" implored Snow White.

"You mean you're pretending to like his stories because you like him?" questioned Tasha.

"No….and yes."

"Come on. Get over him. He's got a girlfriend, may I remind you?"

"I know, but this weekend is the camping trip and I've got him as my partner."

"Yah, like that's gonna happen."

"Tasha!" yelled Snow White.

"I guess it could help," Tasha said.

"Tina's not his type," Snow said with certainty.

"How do you know she's not his type? You don't know either of them!" challenged Tasha.

"I will after this weekend."

"Hey, look! Here he comes!"

"Hi Snow White. I talked to the teacher and he said that Tasha and I can switch places for partners tomorrow," said Derick.

"Oh….ummm…..that's great…..ah…..bye!" Snow White said as Derick walked away.

"Yes, we're partners. What's wrong Snow?" asked Tasha.

"I made a total fool of myself."

"Don't feel bad. I'm sure it will turn out alright."

"Thanks Tasha."

"Welcome!"



That night Tasha and Snow White went to bed anxiously. They couldn't wait for their camping trip the next day. Snow White dreamed of snow in the mountains and a far off light in a distance. She walked toward the light in her dream. There was nothing around her but snow, but in front of her she could see the light, and in the light there were trees and a dark shadow behind it. Then she woke up, got ready, and headed off to where her class was meeting for the trip.



When they were about two thirds of the way to the camp, they stopped for a pit stop. As Snow White slowly got out of the school bus, she noticed that behind the small gas station and shop there was nothing but snow. However, on the other side of the road there were many trees. She noted to herself that it was just like her dream. So she told the teacher that she was going to the restrooms in the back, but instead she walked out on to the snow. She thought she saw a bright light, like in her dream. She began to walk towards the light. This time she got all the way to what seemed like a bright door leading to another world. As she reached the light, she figured that this was the end of the dream and that she would have to turn around. A teacher could be heard calling everyone else back to the bus, but before she could turn around, she tripped and fell into the light and when she stood up she looked around. She saw no light and no pit stop or school bus. She decided to keep walking forward. Strangely enough, she was now surrounded by trees.

"Where am I?" she thought to herself. As she walked, each footstep went deep into the snow. She had walked for hours it seemed, when she reached a giant castle. Once again she thought to herself, "Where am I?" The castle was surrounded by a giant gate that was shiny bright gold swirling and forming in all sorts of shapes. Inside the gate was a surprisingly beautiful garden with no snow on anything. Everything was colorful and the atmosphere was warm.

As she walked through the garden she noticed how dull the castle was with dark, ugly bricks. When she reached the door, she saw a sign. "NO SMARTIES" was written on it in a sloppy way. She then knocked on the door. The door slowly opened, but no one was there. She decided to go in and see what there was. There was a kitchen that was very dirty and a living room that had nothing but dusty chairs and tables in it, and then she found a small room with seven small beds in it. Each had a strange name on the end of it: Jack, Pock, Pug, Hugo, Dopper, Pep, and Kismoe. She remembered the seven names of the seven idiots from Derick's story, or so-called legend. Could it be true?

"Could these be the same people from the story? Am I in some type of fantasy land?" She thought many thoughts and many questions and decided to clean some of the castle for them and fix them food for dinner.

The dirty room soon changed from dirty to clean and beautiful. Once Snow White was done, she was very tired and fell asleep on a couch.

"Ah…what is it?" Hugo asked.

"I don't know" Dapper replied.

"Uh….it's a girl" Pep said.

"A girl? It couldn't be!" Pug screamed so loud that it woke Snow White up.

"Who are you?" Snow White asked, surprised.

"Uh, I'm stupid."

"No you aren't! You're Pock, stupid!"

"That's what I said, stupid!"

"I'm Jack, the smartest of us."

"And I'm Kismoe, the shy one."

"I'm Pug. I hate everything."

"And I'm Hugo. I'm always energetic."

"Ah, I'm Pep, and I'm tired."

"Don’t forget me! I'm Dapper!"

With that they all bowed to her politely.

"Well, you don't seem like the seven idiots" said Snow White.

"Well, they are, but I'm not as bad" said Jack.

"I can see that you're certainly taller and older than the other six," replied Snow.

"Yep, that's me, Miss."

"Where, uh, ya from?" Pock stupidly asked.

"From California."

"What?" They were all confused.

"The other world, I think. Unless this is a dream," Snow White said to help them out a little.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time," one of them said.

"You have?" said Snow White.

"Yep. We need you to teach us to be smart so we can get rid of Jackevil," Pep replied.

"I'll teach you, but first you must eat."

And so, it began, the teaching of the seven idiots. They promised to help Snow White find her way home if she would teach them things that would "give them knowledge".

The first week was very stressful and none of them learned a thing. The second week went better, they learned to count, and within two months they had learned almost everything.

Those two months were very stressful, so Jack took her out into the gardens, where they had picnics together and went swimming in a lake. Jack helped Snow White to relax and have more fun. One day they were sitting on a bench and they felt themselves being pulled together. Just before they could kiss, there was a loud booming sound and mist appeared all around them. Jackevil appeared before them, pushed Snow White to the ground, and took Jack in her arm and disappeared. This made Snow White cry, but she knew she had to finish the other boys' education. The boys protested, but she insisted that they continue lessons.

A few more months passed, and the teaching finally ended. She said her good-byes and went home while the six others headed to Evil Mountain to save their brother, Jack, and kill the evil Jackevil. But Jackevil knew of them coming and prepared a trap. When they arrived they were caught in a net and put in a jail cell.

"Now I shall make you all my evil servants." sounded Jackevil's horrible laugh.

There was a pause and she sat down in a large, royal like chair.

"Ahh, I do believe we have a visitor," she said.

"Not so fast!" Snow White ran in and began to unlocked the cells.

"You'll never get me. I have magic! I am stronger than you will ever be! Now leave us and I will spare you," claimed Jackevil.

"I have magic too," yelled Snow White.

"No you don't!"

"I suppose you're right, but Derick does, and this is what he gave to me." With that she took out a ball of white goo and then red goo, and mixed them together.

"White is for pure and good thoughts; red is for a heart of good" said Snow White.

With that she threw the goo at Jackevil, hoping it would work. Jackevil began to change. Her figure turned in to a more beautiful one. Her clothes changed from black to white.

"My name is Goodmother," Jackevil said.

They all cheered for Snow White, because no violence had taken place and no one was hurt.

Two spirits appeared to Snow White saying, "We would be honored to have you as our daughter in law with Jack."

Jack came up to her, and they finally felt their lips touch. Suddenly their wardrobe changed from plain to fancy, as if they were going to a wedding - in fact, they were dressed as the bride and groom! Snow White wore a crown upon her silky black hair and she smiled. She finally had her knight in shining armor. As for her friends at home, the two worlds were joined together and they visited each other regularly, but still no one knew of her castle and the true story of Snow White and the seven idiots….till now, that is!

THE END!