Peter Pan,
Hi, sorry I couldn't get back to you sooner. I had to wait until I was home alone, because my brothers use the laptop, and when my boyfriend wasn't around. I'm sorry about him. James just sometimes gets protective. Anyway, I thought about that question. I always have. When I was 13, my dad died of a heart attack. I can't remember well, but I remember coming home and seeing his red face. I forget. But I understand that you have suffered loss. You are with foster parents, right?
Well, I believe that when you die you go to another place. Not heaven. When I was little, I remember dreaming of a beautiful island. That is where we go.
I'm sorry for not responding sooner.
~W.D.
A/N
Hi there! I haven't posted for a while because of school. I'm sorry for the short chapter, the computer I am using is impossible to type on. Oh, so I've decided to keep calling him Cubby.
I'd like to thank you all. Reading the reviews makes my day. I am so happy, because this is the first time I can share my work. A few weeks ago, I came across some stories on this site that made me wonder what kind of website this is. Than I saw the rating and got out of it quickly. Also, I have decided to continue this story. Thanks again.
~Beatrice
