(General POV)
Danny's surgeries went well. He will no longer be able to walk. Being in a wheelchair is difficult, but his day is always brighter when Jane tells him Peter Pan stories.

"Then we ran from the pirates and climbed up the side stairs to reach the main threshold. There it was! The treasure chest filled with our slingshots!"

The headmistress of the orphanage loved listening to Jane tell all the little children fantasy stories. One day they could be about mermaids, the next could be pirates and fairies, and the next could be about a boy who could fly!

Miss Olive knew Jane's parents personally. Edward was her step-brother's cousin's nephew. and Wendy was her best friend's daughter. Miss Olive was kind toward all the children and taught them how to knit, crochet, sew, make toys out of small trinkets, and other things to keep them busy.

Most of the children did not go to school but taught each other. The older children taught the little ones how to read, write, spell, and do basic arithmetic. Some of the kids helped the cooks and the maids. No matter what they did, everyone had a job.

Jane, being an older child, had her room higher up in the large brick building.  She slept in a small room right below the attic. Every so often, she would climb up the ladder into the attic, and crawl out the large skylight, leading to the roof. 

There she would sit, and stare into the night sky.

There she would wait for Peter as her father told her. "He will come."

Sure, Jane loved the alone time with a breeze, but she is on the verge of giving up. It has been 4 to 5 months since her parents have died. If Peter really cared for her he would have come by now. Right?

You know that feeling where you are sitting on the couch watching the chimney and the plate of cookies next to the warming milk, waiting for the chubby man in red for your special gift? It was like that, but no one was coming. Or so she thought...

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After another day of teaching younger children, Jane headed to her place of solitary. The summer night was warm and the sky was filled with stars and a brilliantly glowing moon.

Jane tended to forget the time and just lay there, hoping that the boy of her dreams would come.

Ahhh... Peter. His gorgeous brown eyes that sparkled like a thousand stars, his brilliantly red hair, his quirky smile, and sensitive laugh. No wonder she kept daydreaming about him.

"Jane? Are you up here?" A gentile, delicate voice came from below.

" Yes. I am here." She replied scootching toward the open skylight.

Miss Olive pulled her frail body up the rickety ladder and scooted next to Jane. "Oh darling, what are you doing up here?"

"Enjoying the fresh air and the brilliant moon. What are you doing up here?" Jane whispered, not wanting to break the silence between her and the breeze.

"I was just wanting to ask how you were doing. You have had a lot out on that tiny plate of yours these past few months. With Danny's surgeries, your parents funeral in a few days, and taking care of the little ones I don't know how much longer I can watch you take on everything that comes your way with a smile," she said wrapping her shawl around her shoulders tighter, "I have been here more than 50 years, and I have never taken on this much at once!"

"Well-" Jane started but was cut off from the sound of breaking glass and children wailing.

" You can tell me tomorrow," Miss Olive gently patted Jane's shoulder with a wrinkled hand, "maybe we can talk where it will be warmer!" She says with a chuckle and climbs down the ladder.

Jane let out an exasperated sigh.

I love it here with all the other children, but it reminds me of Neverland. Will he never come for me? Will I be 30 before he comes again?

Thinking about all these questions was making her head hurt. Leaving from dinner early may have been the cause of her headache, but again, she hasn't eaten fully in days; the lingering thought of putting her parents into wooden boxes and burying them, had a sense of doom that she couldn't escape.

She gives up for the night and heads to her room, unaware of the readheaded boy watching her from the rooftops across the street.

{Hey! Guess who updated? Me!!! It is 11:40 rn and thoughts of the next chapter are keeping me awake, yet my fingers are going numb from all the typing I've done today. (I also wrote part of a 2 page essay.) Anyways, hope ya'll enjoyed and have a blessed night!}