No Fairytale-Book 1- Neverland

No Fairytale-Book 1- Neverland

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I bet that when you see the word "Neverland", it reminds you of that classic fairy tale about an adventurous boy, who played day and night. Well, that is one way to tell the Peter Pan story, but let me say that it is completely sugar-coated,.. Anyway, this is my story, of how I met Peter Pan. Let me warn you, however, this is no fairytale about a girl who gets whisked away to a magical land full of fairies, and pirates. This is actually, the story of how my brother's and I were kidnapped from our home, and taken to a dark island full of nightmares, that you can never wake up from. What is my name? You might ask... It's most definitely not Wendy. Oh hell no. It's Charlotte. Charlotte Cameron. My brothers are Henry, and Louis, who are both younger than I am. I was about 15 years of age, Henry; 12, Louis; 7, when Pan's shadow took us. At first, I never knew why, and I sure wasn't expecting to be kidnapped on my birthday...
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DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 SO IT'S REALLY BAD "Nothing of your concern," he muttered. I frowned, "why Peter? Why do you do this?" My words came out rather harshly then I had intended, making Pan stand up and walk to me, his eyes glaring into my soul and slowly burning it into ash. "First of all, you do not call me Peter. And secondly, I do what I want, you have no control over me, princess," he spat. I smirk, "what? Is Peter your weak name? A name that shows exactly what you are?" He rolls his eyes, "and what's that?" I take a step closer to him, our faces only inches away, "an unloved, lonely, lost boy."

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