Travel to Neverland

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FANTASY 1:
on the second thought, let's make this "PART 1" so that it would appear more compatible.
so...
PART 1:
Never land.I think you've heard of this before. I'm not pertaining to Michael Jackson's Neverland home. I mean the Neverland, where Peter Pan, Captain Hook and the lost boys lived. (before Captain Hook was eaten by the crocodile and the Lost boys were adopted by Mr and Mrs Darling)
So let's start from scratch. I heard a strange knock on my window. I was hesitant when i unlocked the handle and then i was surprised and happy to see Peter pan again floating in the air with little Tinker Bell flying around his head. So the sparkling glow of Tinker Bell's fairy dust sent a wave of enthusiasm and excitement all over me. I let them in and a beautiful melody began to fill my room in an instant. I overlooked at Peter playing his pan flute. I opened up my white grand piano and sat down to play along. Then, Tinker Bell danced in the air and my room was suddenly showered with pixie dust. Tink was really enjoying the beautiful tunes we were playing so she turned around like a beautiful ballet dancer. She turned around again and again and again and again and.... I giggled hysterically when she became dizzy and collapsed on my feather pillow. Peter Pan stopped playing and told me with a soft voice, "Come with us to Never land."
I looked up from my piano keys and smiled, "How?"
He laughed, "We'll fly there, of course!"
I stood up from my piano and closed the top. "I don't know how to fly, Peter."
"I'll teach you how." he said ardently. He took my hand and dragged me by the window.
"You see there, beyond that moon and sky, the Neverland awaits you. You'll never grow old there." he told me with great pride.
I shook off his hand and walked to my dresser. "I don't know. Maybe growing up is not really that bad."
Peter didn't say anything for a moment. "I can't keep visiting you like this. One night i wouldn't be able to see you anymore. You have to come."
I wrapped my fingers around my yellow hairbrush and dropped them hard.
"There are Pirates there." he told me hopefully.
"Really?" I looked back at him with a smile.
"Yes.' with the sudden interest in my eyes, he flew in an instant beside me. 'You'll see Captain Jack Sparrow."
"I thought that's Captain Hook, not Sparrow." i said with a face.
"Anything is possible in Never land, Joan." he told me.
I can sense the excitement in his voice. He was telling me the truth. Of course, I know that Never land is the most wonderful place a young girl could ever dream of.
"You'll see Mermaids. And all of them would be very nice and welcoming." Peter spoke again.
"I know everyone would be nice there, Peter' I croaked 'But you can't convince me to come tonight. There's so much work to do here. In fact, I haven't finished my homework yet. My teacher would be cross."
Peter looked at me skeptically and said, "In Never land you won't have to do any homework. You won't have to go to school, you won't have to deal with teachers there. It's a good place to have fun everyday."
I nodded as I brushed my hair.
"There's a big library there waiting for you." Peter told me quietly.
That struck me.
"Library?" I looked at him.
"Yes. Approximately 290 shelves full of books.' he said with a smile, 'not to mention the Nicholas Sparks collection in hardbound copies."
I gasped, "No way! How did you get those copies?"I exclaimed.
"I told you, Anything is possible in Never land."
I considered that for a moment. "You're telling the truth, aren't you?"
"Of course I am! I wouldn't make up all of these just to make you come. They're real and they're for you." he took my hand and gave me something. He enclosed my fingers and when i opened them, i saw a beautiful necklace gold chain with a perfectly carved leaf made of jade stone with an emerald lining.
"Think about it, Joan. We'll be back tomorrow night." He said before he flew up with Tink following after him. I was staring at him with deep thoughts in my head. He placed one foot on the window pane and looked back at me,
"I'll be waiting, okay? Think it over. But one night, I won't be back, you know that." he said with a sound of solitude and sincerity.
I grasped the Leaf pendant he gave me and I just nodded. I couldn't find the words to even reply to what he just said.
He gave me one last look, and then he took off with Tinker Bell's trail of golden pixie dust behind.
I walked to the window and looked at the pale full moon. I muttered a silent prayer that they would be back and hopefully I could finally make the right decision. To stay here and grow up or come with Peter to Never land where I'd never have to worry about growing up and facing the problems of life. I closed the window and walked over to my desk and finished the homework that's left for me tonight. Before turning off the night lamp, I looked at the beautiful necklace Peter gave me. I smiled sheepishly and grasped it harder. I enclosed my right hand and placed the necklace next to my heart.

(to be continued:)

My confessions

The following may include my hobbies, my interests, my deepest secrets, my personal opinons, my weird quirks and my open thoughts. Sharing this is like exhaling out a lungful of air out of my system.


I love to read. I'm a booklover. I love all the stuff that i read, all the novels, short stories and poems, even quotations. Literature is part of my life. Prose and Poetry are my confidants. As long as I'm breathing in oxygen and breathing out carbon dioxide, Literature will always be part of my life (uhhh)
When i'm feeling frustrated, happy, sad, angry, inspired or romantic, it's best to document every thing on a piece of paper or just plainly type it in microsoft word.
I love Nicholas Sparks, Tess Gerritsen, Mitch Albom, Sophie Kinsella and Carolyn Keene.
I can't type all of the authors that i admire so much so you may refer to my Shelfari account, okay? just search: joan_4122@yahoo.com
:)
I'm not a very loquacious person and for that, i get to express my feeling and thoughts through writing them.
When i need to confess something or say some stuff 'cause i want to, i can do it better if i would write it down on paper but at the least, i can speak up in front of a crowd as well.
Before my 13th birthday, i seriously believed that the real Peter pan would come to my window at night and take me to Neverland where i'd never grow old. Not Peter Pan as in Jeremy Sumpter (the actor in the movie) or the cartoon Peter Pan of Walt Disney. I was kind of expecting a simple boy of my age wearing something cool in green.
So i was devastated when my 13th birthday went on and on, until it was over.
Maybe that signaled the end of my childhood where i finally realized that the Peter Pan i was expecting is fictional. I didn't know that waiting for something or someone that doesn't exist is a very foolish thing to do. As a child, i thought those things would magically create themselves when you really believe that they exist.

(to be continued)