Neverland?
There voices still rang in my ear. Even if it was 70 years ago I can still hear the questions and voices that still haunts me.
Wendy! Wendy how did he even get to our world in the first place?
I never knew what to say. I still don't. How he got he. I told them he flew here but now one believed me not even my mother. My brothers were with me the day I went to Neverland. But after years they believed that it was all a dream shared by siblings. I never forgot the day I meet Peter. I'm now 86. I was treated different after he visited me. When I was 18 my mother bought me a house. I have been here ever since. I did brought nana but she died years ago. The only person I told was the famous J.M. Barrie but he turned my stories into some kind of happy fairly teal. It wasn't though I wish it was. Neverland is not like the one you read in stories books. Neverland is more like a horror storie. Peter is still the hero but with a twist. Know that I'm at my dyeing point. I'm now going to wright my story my way. The right way.