-Forever Land-

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   "...The princess ran as fast as she possibly could, her feet becoming covered in dirt as she ran against the cold, dirt road. Her once beautiful, blue, dress was now back to the rags her stepmother gave her. The clock clang and clung at the sign of midnight-"

         Young Vienna's eyes opened, looking at her mother put the bedtime story book on her bedside table. "Speaking of midnight, it's very late little Cinderella!" Her mother said in a sing song voice. She tickled her daughter lighting before kissing her on her forehead. "Go to sleep, will you darling?" Vienna smiled at her mother, "I love you, goodnight," She said as she turned the lamp off.

"I love you, too, mother," Vienna said, turning to her side and closing her eyes.

    When Vienna woke the next morning, Mother and Father weren't there. She didn't believe in bedtime stories anymore, she didn't believe in anything anymore.

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I'm going
to tell you a story
about a boy
who would never grow up,
about the pirate
who wished to kill him,
about the island
where fairies roamed.
But this isn't the story
you've heard before,
because sometimes
friends begin as enemies,
and enemies begin as friends.
Sometimes to truly understand
how things end,
we must first know
how they begin.

He was left at an orphanage, a freezing cold baby who didn't even know who his mother was. They took him in, he wasn't special, he was like the rest of them. Just a boy to grow and become a man, a man to get a wife and have children, a man to become a smart business man.

But Peter didn't want to think about the future, he wanted to be a kid. He rose out of bed, putting the flute chain around his neck.

   As the nuns yelled at the orphans, telling them off for not moving as fast down to breakfast, Peter and his friend (really his only friend at the orphanage) delayed like the other boys. Peter quickly made his bed, rushing before Sister Thomas scolded them. "Peter, we'll miss breakfast!" Nibs said, a little too excited for the bacon.

    The two rambunctious boys jumped on the beds, all the way over to the stairs. "The heroes have risen. They must now feed!" Peter triumphantly yelled as he jumped high. Nibs laughed, jumping a little lower than Peter did. It seemed like flying.

      Breakfast was quite that morning, it seemed like Peter and Nibs were the only people talking. "Quiet over there! I said quiet!" Sister Baranabs yelled. She was head nun at the orphanage, and everyone knew not to mess with her. Peter was the only one not afraid of the nasty, old women. She threw oatmeal on the plate, but it looked much like a blob of wheat. Seeing the disgusting look on Peter's face, "Eat that up! Now," She retorted at him. "I won't tell you again!" She snapped. "Where's the bacon? We always have bacon rind
of a weekend." Peter asked suspiciously. "There's a war on, Peter." Mother Baranabs sighed.
"Rationing." Peter said, slightly rolling his eyes. "You're lucky to have any food at all." The nun said, sending the two boys off.

"How much you wanna bet she's nickin' all the rations?" Peter asked, slight laugh in his voice. "Shh. She'll hear ya'. She's got ears like an elephant." Nibs whispered, but laughing at the same time. "Bum like one, too." Peter whispered, a tone of disgust rolling off his tongue. Nibs' laugh came to a sudden stop, tapping Peter on his shoulder. "Look, more empty seats." He said. "Nelson and Billy
both got evacuated."
"Both of them?" Peter asked. Lucky sods." He added. "When, though?" Peter asked, as he saw both of the boys the previous night. Each morning, more and more boys would be sent away... To someplace. No one knew where. "Don't know," Nibs said, "When I woke up, they were both gone.
Probably off to some family in Canada until the war's over." Peter sighed, "I wouldn't mind goin' there." "Don't be daft.You gotta stay put." Nibs said. "For what? When our mums come to claim us?" Peter asked. He had no hope that he'd ever see his mother, for she was the one who left him here.

    Later in the day, the boys were assigned to work.  "We hunker down here. Hold the fort. Wait for the cavalry." Peter and nibs played around before Mother Baranabs showed up out of the blue. "Now, get on that roof and clean those filthy gutters." She instructed.
"Is it safe, Mother Barnabas?" Peter asked. "Well, I've not tested it meself, like. You know, not recently. But all the necessary paperwork is in order should an orphan perish in a fall. Now get up there! And while you're aloft, and closer to our Lord, you may reflect on your festering souls, your souls that fester as do the leaves," She finished as she took a bite of bacon.

"I knew it! I knew it, Nibs, she's hoarding!" Peter chanted.

   But bacon was the least of Peter's worries right now.