Peter Pan Short Story

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Chapter One Everything just is. From the life you are living to the life you want to be living, everything “just is”. No one can change it, because that's the way it is. Unless you are the story writer… *Tabethas POV* Tabetha was a 13 year old girl living with her gay uncles. Ever since her mother died and her dad went crazy, she's been living with them. Her favorite color is red, and she was slightly obsessed with Peter Pan. Scratch that, EXTREMELY obsessed with Peter Pan. One of her greatest friends was named Peter, and so they called themselves Peter Pan and Wendy. Because of this, all of her friends started the shipping, where they decided that Peter and Wendy would look great together. They even let her ignore them for him. But they didn't even know the half of the story. She sat on the bus and waited for him to…show more content…
“Okay, Peter.” I said slowly. “The Lost Boys won't trust you unless you go back to your original name. You need to be Wendy again.” I thought for a moment, and knew what I had to do. “Okay. I am Wendy, and that is who I am, and who I will always be.” He smiled and grabbed my hand, tugging us to the window. We stood on the windowsill for a moment, and then he turned to me. “Are you ready?” I nodded, prepared for what was to come. He wrapped his arms around me, and stepped off the windowsill. I buried my head into his shoulder as the sensation of falling came over me. Then, it was replaced with a gliding sensation as we were suddenly flying. I grinned, grabbing his hand and moving away from his body, knowing that I could fly as long as I believed. And I did believe. I believed in magic, and fairies, and the Lost Boys, and Neverland, and Peter Pan. And as I thought this, I felt my own body supporting my weight and I let go of Peter's hand. He glanced over and smiled. After a while, I grabbed his hand again, wanting to fly with him instead of flying
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