A silly short story based on the magic of J.M. Barrie. A/N -- I wrote this story when I was younger and even though I did go back and edit it, it is very childish. But, I guess that's the whole point isn't it? Enjoy. (Don't read this. It kinda sucks. I hope upload more content soon, but right now I'm focusing on AIA and will probably delete this later. Go and find yourself a better story. Honestly, there is much better out there. Happy reading!)

Okay, so Nick's mom was exaggerating when he said he wanted to go outside. Well, wouldn't she not if her son wasn't one to regularly skip through the outdoor's atmosphere? « Nick, a homeschooled almost-senior, has a eureka moment—thus leading to the unconscious creation of the Discovery Page, established alongside his neighbor with an unhealthy yogurt fetish (or Connor, for short). »