Ok, so i'm freaking out a little because I jsut posted my first chapter and I can't find it when I don't log in, so I dunno if it takes awhile or whatever. Well if anyone out there read it tell me if its stupid or w/e and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! Thnx! And on to the next chapter...
"Jon! George! Wake up! There's a boy in green spandex here and he thinks we can jump out the window to a place where we never grow up!"
"I've heard weirder," Replied Jon, heading for the window.
"Wait!" shouted Wendy, just as Jon was about to jump put into a large, prickly, sinister-looking bush. Wendy never understood why their landscaper had chosen that. But anyway. "Stop! Peter is in the bathroom and we can't fly without him!"
"Peter?" said Wendy's youngest brother, George, sitting up. "Ooo, Weeeeendy's goooot a booooooyfrieeend!" he sang. Just then Peter entered.
"Holy large prickly sinister-looking bushes!" shreiked Jon and he ran behind George for cover.
Peter's chin quivered. "These..blasted...green..spandex..." he was on the verge of an outbreak.
"I love your tights!" said Jon quickly, trying to avoid this strange-tight wearing-flying boy from waking his mother or father.
"REALLY??" said Peter, suddenly looking up with a new-found meaning of life. He took a deep breath as he was about to burst into song...
"Peter!" Wendy cut in. This is George, he's 6. Say hello, George." George just moved his mouth soundlessly. Peter didn't notice.
"Why, hello young George. I am...PETER POT!" Peter shouted as the man with the drum entered once again. The thought breifly went through Wendy's mind of why they were worried about Peter's crying waking up their parents and not the drums, but she quickly dismissed it, things were too weird already.
"Jon! George! Wake up! There's a boy in green spandex here and he thinks we can jump out the window to a place where we never grow up!"
"I've heard weirder," Replied Jon, heading for the window.
"Wait!" shouted Wendy, just as Jon was about to jump put into a large, prickly, sinister-looking bush. Wendy never understood why their landscaper had chosen that. But anyway. "Stop! Peter is in the bathroom and we can't fly without him!"
"Peter?" said Wendy's youngest brother, George, sitting up. "Ooo, Weeeeendy's goooot a booooooyfrieeend!" he sang. Just then Peter entered.
"Holy large prickly sinister-looking bushes!" shreiked Jon and he ran behind George for cover.
Peter's chin quivered. "These..blasted...green..spandex..." he was on the verge of an outbreak.
"I love your tights!" said Jon quickly, trying to avoid this strange-tight wearing-flying boy from waking his mother or father.
"REALLY??" said Peter, suddenly looking up with a new-found meaning of life. He took a deep breath as he was about to burst into song...
"Peter!" Wendy cut in. This is George, he's 6. Say hello, George." George just moved his mouth soundlessly. Peter didn't notice.
"Why, hello young George. I am...PETER POT!" Peter shouted as the man with the drum entered once again. The thought breifly went through Wendy's mind of why they were worried about Peter's crying waking up their parents and not the drums, but she quickly dismissed it, things were too weird already.