Never Grow Up, Peter Pan

He seemed different than all of the other guys at my school. He was certainly as immature as them, but more like the immature you find in a young boy, not a high school boy. The stand-out of his personality told everyone that he wasn’t from around here. We all knew he didn’t belong. It was hard to explain, but he didn’t seem to care. He didn’t seem to even bother to try and stand up for himself. He always had a smile on his face. A smug look that told us he knew something we didn’t. He had a secret. I was going to find out what it was.

My name is Ella. This is the story of how Peter Pan grew up.