Ever since I was a child, stories of Neverland have filled my mind. I've always been fascinated by the idea of never growing up and the characters within the stories. Peter Pan, The lost boys, Captain Hook. What would they really look like or how would they act? Are the stories true? Is there really a Neverland filled with mermaids and fairies and magic? You'd like to think so wouldn't you? At least I like to. It may seem silly for a teenager to believe in magic. But I do. I hope that somewhere out there it exists. Whether it be the second star to the right and straight on till morning or down a rabbit hole. I believe there is a Neverland and I'd like to find it.
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Morgan's point of view:
I've never left like I belong here. Not in this family. I've been here for about 2 years now. 'Mum' and 'Dad' are nice enough, it just doesn't feel like I'm suppose to be here. Frequently I imagine I'm from another realm or world. But I'm given a reality check when stress from the normal teenage life kicks in. You know, school work, friends, boys. Well you get the picture.
The only place I feel relaxed is the beach. The ocean and water in general calms me, makes me feel at ease. There's a huge beach just 5 minutes away from 'home' and I can just see the sea from my bedroom window. The waves crashing up against the shore. It's like I was born to be on or near the ocean.
All my friends think I'm weird because of the dreams I have. Usually I don't have them, but when I do they revolve around one place. Neverland. Each dream is set in a different place, the beach, the forest, skull rock and the list goes on. Sometimes I bump into people. Other 'lost ones' as they like to be called. People who also walk the dream world in search for a place to belong, people like me.
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"Night sweetie." 'Mum' bent down and kisses my forehead as if I was a child.
"Mum. I'm 16, I don't need to be tucked into bed." I protest as my 'mum' tucked in the sides of my sheets.
"I don't care how old you are, you'll always be my baby." She replied. She acts like she's my birth mother. But she's not. My mother died when I was a child and my dad couldn't take care of me. I don't remember either one of them. My earliest memory is being in the foster home.
"Muuuuum. I'm almost old enough to drive. I think I can go to sleep without you tucking in my sheets. I'll just kick them off anyway." It's true. I kick the sheets of my bed. Even if it's freezing they'll be kicked off.
"Okay. Okay. I'll back off. But you're still my baby." I don't know why she insists on calling me that. She didn't even know me till I was 13 then 'Dad' and her took almost a year to decide that they wanted me.
"Fine." I yawned loudly. "I'm so tired. Night mum" she walked over to the door and turned off my light but left my side lamp on as I can't stand the dark.
"Goodnight Morgan." She said closing the door. I looked at the time. 23:14 okay so if I wait until 02:00 the star should be out and the parents should be asleep. I reached for my phone and entered Tumblr.
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I locked my phone and saw the time. 01:55. Perfect. Quietly I untucked the tight blanket and quilt which was restricting my movement and placed both my feet on the ground. One step. Two step. Check for any movement from the room next door. Three step. Four step. Five step. Check for noise. Place hand on window sill and sit down on it. I lifted my feet onto the large window sill and looked out into the night sky. The second star to the right always comes out at 2 am and stays for about an hour or two after that. I like staying up to see it's beauty. The hope it radiates. The faith it restores. I look down at my phone to check the time. 01:59. Oh wait. 02:00 on the dot. I frantically smash my head up to see the star and accidentally knock my head on the wall. Oops. I stay still for a while, to check that the coast is clear. All good. Returning to my heads previous place I lean against my window and look up into the sky. The star shone brighter than ever before. Why tonight? What was so special about tonight? I opened my window to see if it was the glass which made it look brighter. But nope just as bright as it was through the glass, if possible even prettier and brighter. I left my long window open and looked out into the night once more. It was so beautiful. The star to its left was still brighter than the rest except for its sibling. In all the stories the second start to the right was the passage to Neverland. All I needed was pixie dust and the only problem with that is that magic doesn't exist in this world. I reached for my necklace, a wooden carving of a compass on a thick leather cord. It never leaves my neck, it's the only thing I have left of my birth parents. Looking out into the quiet city life is a great place to think, reflect on life and all it's meaning.
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Lost Girl - Peter Pan (Both Disney and Once Upon A Time)
FanfictionI've been in the foster system. I know what it's like. The feeling of loneliness and being unaware of why you were there. Stories often brought hope and faith to my semi miserably life. Foster parents had come and gone but I finally got adopted by a...
