You know how you want to be a kid forever, and never grow up? Well there was a boy like that, and you probably know him as Peter Pan, but what you don't know is the truth...
It was 1935 at Saint Matthew’s Orphanage in London, England. Peter Ackerman was an orphan, and he had friends that were also orphans. They called themselves the Lost Boys, but him they called Peter Pan. He was their leader, the boy who did whatever he wanted and never grew up. They didn’t have much at the orphanage, but they did have a cat named Snowbell; Peter always said that that fat cat didn’t like to do anything but eat and sleep. Every night, Peter and the Lost Boys played make believe games together. They didn’t have parents, but they had each other.
War was still going on, but that didn’t stop Peter or the Lost Boys from using their imaginations. One night, while Peter and the Lost Boys were playing, Ms. Abbey, owner of the orphanage, comes into the room.
“Now boys, it’s way past your bedtime,” said Ms. Abbey.
The boys whined as they walked to their beds.
“But Ms. Abbey, we’re not even tired and we were in the middle of playing Peter Pan,” Peter complains.
“I’m sure even Peter Pan goes to sleep sometimes,” Ms. Abbey smirks.
“No! Peter Pan is a boy that does whatever he wants and never grows up,” Peter shouted as he climbed into bed.
“Ms. Abbey tucked him and the other boys in.
“Good night, boys,” whispered Ms. Abbey. She turned off the lights and shut the door tight.
Only a couple of minutes passed and everyone was asleep, all except for Peter. Peter’s bed was right next to the window. Peter looked into the night sky, gazing upon the stars. Peter had read in a book once, about a place called Neverland, where only children are allowed. “Someday me and the boys are gonna go to Neverland, just past those stars.” Peter hopes aloud. He quietly cheers as a shooting star speeds down at his words.
What Peter thought was shooting star, though, was actually something much more devastating.
The bomb crashed directly into the orphanage, setting itself off and exploding all in a matter of second. The orphanage collapsed, leaving broken furniture and flames engulfing the building. Peter blacked out…
Peter woke up on the side of the street. He heard the ambulance and other loud sounds that filled the street. His eyes opened slightly and only saw a few things as he was carried to the ambulance. “The orphanage… my friends… Ms. Abbey… they’re gone…” Peter mumbled. Peter was put into the ambulance and Snowbell followed. Peter blacked out again.
Peter awakened in a hospital bed hearing the cries of a cat. But it wasn’t Snowbell – it was a kitten. Snowbell gave birth to a baby kitten, but Snowbell didn’t survive. Peter named the kitten Tinker Bell and put a little bell collar around her neck.
Two months later, Peter was released from the hospital and moved to another orphanage. This orphanage wasn’t anything like Saint Matthew’s. The owner of this orphanage was Ms. Byce; she was so much meaner than Ms. Abbey! She used the orphanage’s donation money on alcohol and drugs. The orphans were depressed and though that all of Peter’s ideas were stupid and childish. One night, Peter snuck into Ms. Byce’s bathroom and took the drugs he found there. They were mixed in a weird powder that came in a small bag. He didn’t know what it was exactly, so he named it pixie dust… “the one way ticket to Neverland,” Peter muttered as he took it.
Peter went back to the bedroom and woke up one of the boys in the room. “Hew, what are you doing?” the boy questioned.
“Taking you to a place where you can be free,” said Peter as he picked up an iron pipe and slammed it on the boy’s head.
Tinker Bell meowed.
“Don’t worry, Tink, we’ll be with the Lost Boys soon in Neverland.”
Peter dragged the boy’s body to his old orphanage that was nothing but rubble and ashes… He lays the body on the rubble and sets it on fire. “Now you can enjoy Neverland with the rest of the Lost Boys, free of adults and pain. In Neverland you can do whatever you want whenever you want, and the only rule is that you never grow up,” Peter says with a big grin on his face.
Tinker Bell meowed again.
“That’s right, Tink, it wouldn’t be fair for the other orphans or any of the other kids, really, stuck in this depressing world. Yes, let’s send them ALL to Neverland, just past those stars.”
Peter stood outside the new orphanage lighting matches…
“Police officers and detectives are now searching for a ten year old boy, Peter Ackerman, suspected of mass murder by setting the Byce Orphanage on fire, killing everyone in the building. Peter Ackerman suffers from a mental disorder. If you see Peter Ackerman, please do not engage with him but contact the police immediately,” says the new lady.
“Look, Tink, the grownups are looking for us. We’d better get all the kids to Neverland.”
- Ronnell Corbin