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PETER PAN As the wind whistles round the buildings that tower the small streets of London, Big Ben proudly chimes the eleventh hour
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Abi Howland 10G - English, Miss Holmes PETER PAN As the wind whistles round the buildings that tower the small streets of London, Big Ben proudly chimes the eleventh hour. Darkness had come hours ago, bringing soft snow with it. It is like the city of London is something out of a fairytale, as it is covered in a sheet of white. The moon stands out brightly in the deep blue sky, a silver ball of light watching the world, waiting for something to happen, waiting for a new adventure to start. It was tonight that the moon would get its wish, for as Big Ben chimed for the eleventh and final time; a man-shaped shape cast a shadow across the moon. In fact it was not a man, but a boy. One of the most famous boys that ever lived, a boy whose name is known by every child ever...
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