NeverEnding

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//Loop.//

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊
ᴀ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ

Life is never what we expect them to be.

In the early 1900s to twenties, a huge outbreak of the influential story about a boy whom flies was surrounded in every ears of the neighborhood. Someone even claimed that the story was a fact, which was deemed foolishly by the likely adults. An old woman they say, who has a brain of teen and a fantasy of a toddler yet a body of a crooked aged lady had exclaimed this proved this nonsense. The folks had never heard from her again after all those commotion.

East End of London, the darkest place where slums have occupied. People would never dream to live there unless they are most likely interested at the experience, but they won't stand a single moon, as it is like living as a barbaric rat in the sewers. With this knowledge, people would expect the district be filled with foul personality, similar to an exotic ape. Surprisingly, that could be proven false. In every mistake, there will be always beauty in it.

A family of six is one of them; let us meet the Hutchinson family.

There was Todd Hutchinson, a shoemaker. Famous for his polishing business as a squire at 'Mary's Boots and Cows!' The leader of the family and the money-maker, he has an unexpected personality as if the man suffers a disorder. A drinker and a sleeper as well, a man who believes yet never meet his reality.

Then there was Barbara Mae Hutchinson, the spouse of dull Todd. A great chef and a wife, every head you will see in this section knows this brown-haired woman. A social butterfly with a heart of a peacock's colorful wings, yet naïve and follows the trend easily.

And there were the children: Dennis, Patsy, Dawn and You. Our precious reader.

Dennis being the oldest and the commander of the small pack, barely even finished his school just to lend a hand on the household and the green farming.

Patsy and Dawn being the youngest, female fraternal twins. Adopted is the famous term for this two, well the word could be sugar-coated as some past lover of Barbara has given her the two children even though she hasn't breed either two. Both are gingers, one darkest hue of the fiery color but both have different structure of face.

Then there were you, nothing interesting really. Just, you.

You inherited your father's features mostly, nothing from your mother sadly except handling the responsibility seriously. The middle-child, and a traveler yet closet-cased when it comes to home.

In this such young ages, of course. All of you believed the tales of Peter Pan and his adventure to the infamous Neverland. Dennis and Dawn where the best at recreating and obtaining the latest stories of Peter Pan through whispers of the street children alone, they always talk about what could be next and roleplaying as one of the characters in the story. Patsy was fine with the stories as she only like the mermaid ones and begs the eldest to tell the story in a loop and you were fairly into it but would rather spend your time playing with your friends or to help in cooking or doing market runs with the twins.