Acknowledgments

This is for those who are truly interested as to where the last chapter of Neverland is and why I haven't posted it yet. This is basically an Authoress Note, so you are not obligated to read. But you are welcome if you like.

First off, I would like to apologize. There is not going to be another chapter for this story. My reasons are simple. One, I think the last chapter, try as I might to surpass, was truly a perfect, insurmountable ending. Or so I have heard. Secondly, I found that the ending in which I had wanted to write, which would not have shocked most of you (one where he lives) was truly too fictional, and ultimately, to unrealistic to comprehend. Despite the fact that this entire story was based on fiction, I usually like to have an amount of truth and believable evidence. This ending, however, had neither.

And so, to procrastinate no longer, I heartily apologize to those who had looked forward to a final chapter. But to be quite frank, I don't believe I could have thought up of anything that would come more heart-filled and remorseful as that last chapter.

The following thoughts came to me while I was sitting on a bus ride home, thinking how I would phrase this final goodbye to all of you, and you are certainly not obligated to read.

This story came to me one day, after I had gone to see Finding Neverland in theaters. I loved the movie so much, that I wanted to write a fanfiction about it.

The problem was, I didn't know what to write about.

I knew it had to be something based on the characters in the story, and I also knew that I wanted it to be after Sylvia Llewellyn Davies had passed on. But I was so stuck that I needed some kind of inspiration.

So whilst cleaning my room, which I never rarely do, I had stumbled upon this book that I had received as a child. It was called, "Peter and Wendy," written by Sir James Matthew Barrie.

I opened the book and began to read. Now when I was a child, every Christmas my mom would buy me books. The year when I was eight, or whereabouts that age, she had bought me this one, and I was so excited because I had seen the Disney version. But when I sat down and read it, I became confused and disappointed. I couldn't understand the flowery words and foreign expressions in which Barrie had used to describe this magical world that only he was capable of concocting. And since that day, I hadn't wanted to read it again.

But now that I'm fifteen, I realized it was only foreign to me, because I was a child. And I realized that Barrie wrote it like that, to captivate his much older audiences and fans, in order to show them how ridiculous their lives were, and to show them how to believe the way that children do. Not to show children to believe the way that adults do.

So ideas about never growing up, and a pressuring adult society sprang to my fingers and I wrote the first chapter. I had expected it to be a one-shot, but my mind kept whirring and I just couldn't stop writing.

I had conveyed every thought of James and his wonderful boys and their contradicting grandmother that had peaked my fancy, and now I find that they're story is complete.

I had tried to fight off the inevitable, and tried to produce a more joyful tale, but in the end, to keep the story on its momentum, I had to do what I know what everyone wished not to happen.

But that's like all of isn't it. We always want to avoid the inevitable, but what we don't realize is that sometimes the 'inevitable', produces a much better story. I read a quote once that stated that, 'Someone once said that God gave us memories, so that we might have roses in December.' Meaning that despite the horrors that we have faced in the past, we will always be able to find a brighter one in the darkest of times. We will always have a tomorrow to start a new. That is also a contradiction.

We all know, even if only a vague idea, that one day, tomorrow won't be there. One day, we simply won't wake up. 'Time is chasing after all of us.' Never a more truer saying. We always look to squeeze in all the things we do, in order to save time. In order to escape the ticking crocodile. How else do you explain technology? But what we don't realize is that, while we are still trying to make time, once we do, we won't do anything with it. And we realize at the end of it all, it didn't really matter if we wasted time doing something, instead of doing something more important and less time consuming. Because in the end, time catches us anyway. And most people, once caught, find that they spent their whole lives trying to escape, instead of believing it was inevitable and living with what they had. Living all of it, because they could.

'You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some are golden only because we let them slip.'

Time is a precious thing, but we can never understand it. And we can never stop it from passing. That's what is so golden. Those precious moments that we remember in the midst of December and let slip by.

To conclude this rather long thank you, and perhaps lecture, I must say that I wish ultimately that we could always be children. I have found that parents like children, more likely babies, than teenagers. And the truth of it is, is that they hate knowing the fact that they will end up like them. Regretting the hours they let slip away.

Children don't acknowledge time, and its faults, or for that matter, their own. They are too busy wondering what it would be like to grow up. This is the scariest part of the thinking of a child. They wish to be older. They wish to regret. And they are too young to know that literally it is a nerve wracking, disappointing, reality.

So my last word of advice for who managed to stay awake to read this, please don't regret your life for what it is worth. Accept the punches as they come, and place the roses in vases out in the sunshine. Don't try to be something you can never be and always strive for what you want. 'Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.' Ultimately time.

And finally, everyone has to grow up. But that doesn't mean they have to stop believing...

'Just Believe'

Sincerely yours and devoted writer,

Tara Leigh Gleason (Neverland's Sparrow)

All quotes were stated by the true Sir James Matthew Barrie

The last quote was stated by Johnny Depp, who played James Matthew Barrie in the movie, Finding Neverland.

Thank you to all my reviewers. Love you all me hearties