Well, hey there..

Today is Sunday 8th May, 2011, which can only mean one thing..

I GOT ME A BETA. :D

So this is the first chapter beta'd by the lovely Asta Mae, who opened my eyes to a LOT of things, and is just generally amazing. :)

So without further ado, SHAATIIIIING! (If you do not watch the amazing Celebrity Juice, and have no idea what I just typed, I am ashamed in you.)

I never believed in Fairy Tales, not even at a young age. My mother told me that I was born a middle age woman, not crying unless I wanted food or had an accident in my nappy. I always avoided the big colourful story books for children my age, instead choosing a more modest hardback for adults.

My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling, daughter of bank worker George Darling and his wife, Mary Darling. My father is a short tempered man in his late thirties and if it wasn't for my mother's calming nature he would constantly be in a hospital bed suffering from heart problems.

My story starts off in my bedroom in our large townhouse in the bustling city of London. I couldn't sleep, as my dreams were filled with a boy, a boy who stood proudly with his hands placed on his hips. I couldn't see his face, only his outline, which judging from his build was no older than fifteen. He smiled, and his white teeth shone in the darkness before he slipped away silently, into the shadows of the night.

I woke in the darkness of my room, breathing heavily as my eyes flickered warily around the room. I'd had this sodding dream for a week now, and it was getting seriously old. I sighed and turned on the lamp beside my bed and left the sanctuary of my duvet and trudged to the kitchen in a search of milk to heat up, which would hopefully help me to fall asleep.

It didn't work. The next day in school I was either slumped over my desk or frantically sketching the image of the boy in my dreams. It was like I was in a trance and had no control over my actions, every sheet of paper that was completed with the image filled me with happiness. What was happening to me? Why did a simple drawing of a dream fill me with this abnormal delight?

"Miss Darling!" A loud screech pulled me from my daze, as a ruler came whistling down on my desk.

"Uh, yes Miss White?" I tried to push the sheets of paper discreetly under my unopened exercise book, but she was already in front of my desk, snatching the pages up into her grasp and crumpling them into balls throwing them mercilessly into the recycling bin. It suddenly felt like my stomach was weighed down with rocks.

"Detention," she spat the words at my face before returning to the front of the class and carried on with the lesson. My knees feel weak and my hands are starting to sweat with nerves. To say my father won't be happy will be an understatement.

He had already threatened boarding school, the worst of all boarding schools to make matters worse. Neverland Boarding school is known to be the worst school in the country, nobody bothers to go and inspect anymore. The last inspector who went was admitted to a mental hospital with clinical insanity and paranoia. It is one of the most feared schools in the country. Parents dread sending their kids there and kids dread being sent there. It is social suicide. You see, at Neverland, there are lots of cases when a child goes in they don't come out. Then again, they are only stories, right? Parents probably don't even want to be associated with their kid when they go to Neverland. Saying that the kids have gone missing probably helps save some face in the social circles. After all, who would want to be associated with someone who went to Neverland? I'm not scared, not really. I just don't want to be separated from my best friend.

Katrina Jones. We have been best friends since the day we had a fight over who played with a toy pirate ship, in the end it was worked out that Captain Darling and Captain Jones would sail the seas of carpet, together. We were soon unbeatable and inseperable. Katrina is stunning, with a figure of a model, long silvery blonde hair to her waist and bright forget me not eyes. She has boys falling at her feet left, right and centre. We are like sisters, to separate us would be suicide. Though going to Neverland is suicide.

I now watch Miss White writing hastily onto a slip of paper before exiting the room. I hit my head on the desk repeatedly. I start to feel the panic rising in my throat. No. No. NO! I run to the door and I looked through the glass to see her talking to the receptionist. My eyes widened and I panicked. Picking up my bag and sprinting from the room, I ignored the sounds of protests from two teachers and instead run from the school and into the pouring rain. At the end of the street is my father's bank, a tall imposing building that they kept close to the original structure. (Can you explain that in more detail. Away from what original structure)

I pushed open the door and sprinted into the building, soaking wet and ignoring the wet floor sign. I saw father talking with his boss. He looked down at the ringing phone and picked it up.

"FATHER! NO!" I screamed and slipped on the marble floor, sliding towards his desk. His eyes widened as I headed straight for his boss. My last mistake. He would jump to conclusion and immediately think I had run into his boss on purpose. I knew what the next words out of his mouth would be.

"WENDY MOIRA ANGELA DARLING! YOU ARE GOING TO NEVERLAND!" My father shouted at me, his face turning an unhealthy shade of purple. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I knew nothing could save me now.

Waaaahaaay. :3

I now will apologise, Asta (I will call her that now :]) sent me the edited version...a week ago? But I forgot I had it. Apologies, please don't egg meeeh virtually.

So onto you I present pixie dust, to make all your dreams come true. :)

Love you lots and lots with jelly tots.

Hopefully I will post the beta'd version of Chapter 1, so until then, au revoir.