My Trip To Neverland

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{this story is a remix of Peter Pan and what it wouldve been like if Wendy was older and in our times}

Chapter 1

It was late, really late. i was suppose to be home around 10 and it was already 12:30. i walk around the balcany and step in my window expecting to see my mom. no ones there. all i see is my two younger brothers sleeping in their beds. i walk slowly over to my bed and sit down. it squeaks. "Damn" i whisper.

How am i ever going to have a life if my mom doesnt let me do anything and i have to sneak in like this every night. i look over to my brothers, John and Micheal, sleeping in their beds.

on a normal night i would have stayed home and told them sotries about Peter Pan and all his amazing adventures in Neverland. My dad would totally object to this just because as he says "Stories are for children and we are not children"

I never listened though. my brothers loved those stories so i told them.

but tonight i was......... out. With the most amazing person ever. i had been invited to a party with my friend Molly so i decided to go. When i got there the most popular guy in school Zach asked me to go with him and leave the party so.... i did.

i lay down in my bed to sleep. then i hear it. a knock. *Knock knock* there it is again. i stand up slowly. maybe im just hearing all of this? Im still in my jeans and tee shirt so i grab my jacket and walk out the window onto the balcony and look around. "Hello, is anyone here?" i whisper.

no answer. "hel-" oomph.

i was flat on my back now with someone on top of me with there hand over my mouth. i looked and tried to see who it was, but it was too dark to tell.

"Wendy." he finally spoke. "Im Peter Pan. dont you know who i am?"

Authors Note: continue?

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