Peter Pan: The Unspoken Truth

Entry #16

September 1, 1918
6:12 AM

Dear Journal,

Mom got me these flat, hideous hats, those kids around the block wear when going to school. I really don't get the premise of it. From the design standpoint, to the fact that it doesn't sit on my head well. It was probably the most worthless thing man could invent. Thus, was a very bad start of my first day at school.

I am thankful for the abate chaos in my head. It has quiet down a little bit for 3 days after my birthday celebration. But it will not be a promise—my mind will stay like this for the long run.

Hindi ko nakokontrol lahat ng mga nakikita o naririnig ko. Bata pa lang ako ay nakakakita na ako ng mga maiitim na tao sa ilalim ng kama ko. Nagigising ko ang lahat ng tao sa bahay, dahil sa pagsisigaw ko. Gusto kong maging normal. Ayaw ko na sa sakit o anong klaseng pag-iisip man ang meron ako. Pagod na ako sa matutulis na ingay galing sa mga nakikita kong mga bagay. The paranoia is too much, the looks that people give you when it happens, and the avoidance of your own family to you. I really want it to stop.

- Wendy Darling
London, England

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James Matthew Barrie

IT was the first day of school at the Westminster School of London. Horses were galloping, as carriages with wealthy edwardian children gets carried to their respected schools.

It was all the same for James. An old boring school year again, with the same faces.

"Mom, I'm going now." he called out at the front porch of their house—his mother was busy with her morning make-up. She gave him a small nod, as he went on his way to school.

He has always thought those powders were toxic leads, scorching women's faces. Though men did not have the right to comment about such womenly products, so he just simply shut up.

Malapit lang ang paaralan ni James kaya nilalakad nalang niya dito.

On his way, meron siyang mga nakasabay na mga kaklase niyang magbabarkada. Kilala niya ang isa sa mga ito, si Christian. Napaka-anghel ng pangalan, pero demonyo talaga ang labas.

Matagal ng magkaaway ang dalawa, dahil sa isang pangyayaring hinding-hindi makakalimutan ni James. 'Yong araw na binasa at pinunit ni Christian ang unang librong natapos isulat ni James.

That book took three years to make, and was just simply crumpled and wasted by the bastard. James hate the boy to the gut.

"Look boys, Missy here came with her Mommy to school." rinig ni James na pagbubulyaw ng magbabarkada sa babaeng nasa harapan nito.

Mas binilisan ni James ang paglakad para maabutan at marinig ang mga pinagsasabi nila. "Gosh, Bruke your mouth. Her mother is right there, man!" pagtatahimik ni Christian sa kasama.

"It wasn't my fault—" napahinto ang magbabarkada sa pagtatalo sa likuran ng babae nang bigla itong lumingon.

James was a bit shock with the beauty of the girl. She has this blue eyes—pale and alluring at the same time. Her skin, glowing in the morning light. Absolutely gorgeous.

The boys were dumbfounded by Wendy's presence. Mouths gapped with utter shock.

"She's cute," a long pause as Denise— one of the older boys in the group— exclaimed. "You don't say." Christian interrupted.