Bond with Peter
I'm not quite sure where to start with this entry, but I suppose it's about time I got things off my chest about my bond with Peter. It's not always easy being the younger brother, especially when you're stuck in the shadow of someone as perfect as Peter.
I'm 14 years old, and I'm still trying to navigate the awkward waters of puberty. I'm in my second year of secondary school, and to be honest, it's a bit of a nightmare. My voice is still cracking, I'm getting acne, and I'm just generally feeling like a mess. But despite all of this, I'm trying to hold my head high and be brave, loyal, and intelligent - just like everyone expects me to be.
Peter, on the other hand, is the eldest of the four of us Pevensie children. He's 19 years old, and he's a freshman at Oxford University. I mean, who does that? He's always been a natural-born leader, and it's like he was destined for greatness or something. I sometimes wonder if he's even human, he's so perfect.
But, of course, Peter's not all sunshine and rainbows. He's got his flaws, just like the rest of us. Sometimes, he can be a bit too full of himself, and I've caught him being arrogant and egoistical more times than I can count. And, I have to admit, it gets on my nerves. I mean, I'm the one who's always been a bit of a mess, and Peter's always been the one who's got it all together. It's hard not to get jealous sometimes, especially when he's charming the ladies left and right, and I'm just over here awkwardly stumbling over my own feet.
But despite all of this, there's one quality about Peter that I just can't help but admire. He's got this unwavering sense of responsibility, and he always puts others before himself. I've seen him take charge of situations and lead us out of trouble more times than I can count, and it's just so inspiring. I mean, I know I'm not always the most responsible person myself, but seeing Peter in action makes me want to be a better person.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is that, despite our differences, Peter's a pretty amazing older brother. And, even though I get jealous of him sometimes, I'm really lucky to have him in my life. He's always been there for me, even when I was being a bit of a brat (which, let's be real, was most of the time). So, I suppose this entry is just a little tribute to Peter, and how much I appreciate him.
Thanks for listening, diary. It's been a bit therapeutic to get all of this off my chest.