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A/N: Hi, everyone. So I wrote this because I found that I really wanted to write a journal entry from Peter's point of view, so I hope you enjoy it, and please review at the end. (P.S.- The P is actually a symbol. (Þ) It just looks cool, cuz I like the whole sword thing. It isn't a sword but… eh, you get it.) Thanks for reading!
Thank you and read on.
Well there gawn. There all gawn. Wendy and the Lost Boys… Rite now there proble sitting round the fireplace in her nursry, lisening as Wendy tells them all storys… with out me.
I don't no if I made the rite disijon. I miss them all, uspeshly her. I wondur if she misses me to? I wondur if when I look up at the stars, Wendy is seeing what I am. Or if I reely am ulone. I can't stand it. I have Tink, but I'm so used to having the Lost Boys here with me, to sword fite with and run with, that it just isn't good enuf. As much as I want it to be.
I don't wont to grow up. I don't wont to be a man, and be forsed to work a job. I wont to have fun. If only Wendy could have stayed with me. I can't visit them. I can't. If I did, I wood not want to leeve. I no it.
But with so steep a price for not groing up… Not having Wendy or a famly? Staing alone evry nite? Do I have it in me to pay it?
Þeter Þan
Dictionary for this fic:
There = they're
Gawn = gone
Proble = probably
Nursry = nursery
Lisening = listening
Storys = stories
With out = without
Rite = right
No = know
Disijon = decision
Uspeshly = especially
Wondur = wonder
To = too
Reely = really
Ulone = alone
Fite = fight
Enuf = enough
Wont = want
Forsed = forced
Wood = would
Leeve = leave
Famly = family
Evry = every
Nite = night
Groing = growing
Staing- staying