Hey, it's Leo with chapter two! Enjoy!


"Peter Pan? You're thirteen and you believe in Peter Pan?! You're such a kid! He's fake!" a child screamed. As he finished his sentence, a body shot towards him

"How dare you! Can you fly? Can you fight pirates? Can you defeat Captain Hook? Can you stay a child FOREVER?" Elizabeth screamed back, attacking the offender. Elizabeth was quite attached to Peter Pan; he had been her first friend and her first love. She wanted nothing more, but to go to Neverland and never grow up. Kicking the offender in the stomach, Elizabeth growled, "Peter Pan is real."

Peter was slumped down, in Neverland, doing nothing, when he heard, "Peter Pan is real." Straightening up, Peter began to listen, and he heard some adults talking to a girl:

"Elizabeth, you cannot attack Henry."

"Why not?!"

"He was only speaking the truth."

"The truth? THE TRUTH? All you people think I'm mad, don't you? You think I'm mad for waiting for Peter to come!"

"No, not mad. Just, childish-"

"Foolish. Elizabeth-"

"My dear, dear Elizabeth, you must grow up." What happened next was unclear to Peter, he couldn't see what was happening, but knew it was bad.

"My dear, dear Elizabeth, you must grow up." Those were the last words her wretched mother told her. Her father had given her up to the orphanage because they couldn't take care of her. Her mother used to tell her stories of Peter Pan and Cinderella, but times grew hard. Suddenly, all of the fairy tales were rubbish and a waste of time. One thing led to another, and the next thing she knew, she was at an orphanage.

"Don't you ever dare call me Elizabeth. That is not my name, and it never will be. I will never grow up. NEVER!" Elizabeth ran out of the room, out of the orphanage, and into the woods.

This was the last thing that Peter heard. Hm. Maybe I should see into this manner.

"Grow up. Be a lady. Take responsibility. Everyone tells me this. What's so good about growing up? Why do I have to be a lady?" Elizabeth sighed, angrily. She didn't understand what was so good about being an adult; they seemed to have dull lives. She saw much more excitement in sword fights and fairies. Elizabeth found her special spot, and pulled a book out from a hollow log. The cover was bright red, adorned with little crystals and fancy writing. Elizabeth had nicked it from Miss Matting's room. But when she opened the book up, the fanciness disappeared, replaced by hundreds of notes. This book kept every single fairy tale, fable, or story that Elizabeth remembered. She liked to read it when she felt upset, because the adventures took her away from everything that was real. She didn't have to grow up, she was able to just pretend everything was fine. After reading a few pages, Elizabeth felt as if she had calmed down. When she looked up, she saw a blur of a shadow past and panicked. Putting the book back, Elizabeth began to sprinted back to the orphanage.


End of chapter two~