When We Reach Neverland

When We Reach Neverland

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"Oh, how silly of me not to introduce myself. I'm Peter. Peter Pan. I don't suppose we've met." Peter Pan cocked his head and looked into Oliver's eyes for a moment. "What? No disbelief? I'm Peter Pan. I'm the boy who never grows up, cursed to Neverland for an eternity. I'm the fairytale your parents told you about. I'm the myth that you never believed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oliver never recovered from the tragedy that struck his family years ago. He is forced to live with a guilt that's eating away at him. Slowly, he begins to drift away into reality, and as he descends into madness, he ascends into Neverland. What he doesn't realize is that this Neverland isn't perfect, and Peter Pan isn't the boy he's read about in storybooks.
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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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