This is a story about Peter Pan and how he found Neverland.
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Oh how badly Mr. and Mrs. Panford had longed for a child of their own. A girl perhaps, that Mrs Panford could teach to cook and sew. Or boy, to carry on the family name and to take after his father and become a respected bureaucrat.
They were blessed with a boy, whom the named Peter after him Grandfather on a cold winters afternoon. But little did they know that this boy was no ordinary boy, and his life would turn out to be a grand adventure no child before him ever dared to attempt.
It was late autumn, and young Peter trudged along the footpath, red and orange leaves fallen from the trees that loomed above him crunched under his boots. He pulled his jacket tighter around his scrawny body, it was cold for an autumn's morning, but you could never underestimate the English weather.
How he longed for it to be summer again, to escape the grey city and be back in the countryside again, playing pirates and having adventures with his cousins in the many forests and fields of his Grandparents estate. But now his was back in London cold and lonely as ever. How he despised his life, his parents, being kept at home and tutored, deprived from the life a child should have.
He stopped out the front of St AndrewsSchool for boys. It was a large grey brick building with high black iron fence running around it. To most boys his age it looked more like a prison, but to this little lonely boy it looked like a castle. He watched all the boys playing and laughing. They looked so happy. He sighed and turned away from the school making his way sadly back home.
Peter sat at the dinner table. His mother sat across from him, she had a soft pretty face, with fair hair and blue eyes, like Sapphires. His father sat at the head of the table. He was a well build, strong man with dark brown hair, a moustache and deep brown eyes. Peter took after his mother, slight build and fair hair, but his eyes neither parents possessed; they were a brilliant mischievous emerald green.
He sat their bored flicking peas around his plate.
'Peter darling, won't you eat your peas?' His mother asked.
Peter ignored her question, too absorbed in his own thoughts. Finally he spoke.
'Mother, Father please would you let me attend school at St Andrews?'
His parents looked at one another.
'No Son, you get a much better education from the tutor here at home, besides we don't want you to be hanging out with some of the riff raff that go to that school.' His father said.
'We're only doing what is best for you, you'll thank us for it when you've grown up' agreed his mother.
Peter signed, he had this conversation a million times with his parents and the answer was still the same. All they ever thought about was Peter's future, what he'd be, who'd he married, but Peter did not want to grown up he want to stay a kid forever and have fun.
'May I please be excused?' He asked
'Yes dear, go and practice your violin.'
Peter went up to his room, but not to practice the violin. To plan. He decided to run away. To find adventure, he had hundreds of books about adventures, pirates, mermaids, explorers and he longed to have one of his own. To find a place where you never have to grow up, or go to school just play and have fun all day. His parents wouldn't even notice he was gone, they were always to busy with work and parties to even notice him. He began to pack his things. This was the beginning of his awfully big adventure.
It was late, almost midnight as Peter climbed down his balcony. Steady, Steady…ooft. He dropped to the ground with a thud. He picked himself off and dusted himself off. He smiled to himself. His adventure was going well so far, he just had to figure out how to get over the gate…
Peter spotted a nearby tree. It's branches hung low over the fence onto the street. Perfect. He climbed the tree easily and lowered himself gently to the ground. The street lamps cast eerie shadows along the avenue. He shivered. Which way now? Peter had decided to go to the wharf, for his favourite adventures in books were the ones about pirates on the high seas. But it was going to be harder to find his way in the dark then he thought.
His thoughts were interrupted by a horses hooves clacking softly against the paved road. Peter stepped into the shadows as a carriage passed by. Curious. He wondered where anyone could be going this late at night. Well anywhere is better than nowhere Peter thought and seizing his opportunity he jumped on the back of the carriage and off he traveled into the night not knowing where it would take him.