Ch.1

I do own any Peter Pan things that the rights but I do own my oc

I need to get away my father the stoner and he beats the crap out me every night. My mom die when I turn nine with her dark brown hair but my grey eyes are something my father or mom had. I'm threeteen and I'm runaway My name Catherine Rose Chasewood I was tall for my height I had been planning this was a good month one thing my father didn't know about me was I could fight with a metal bo and throwing star the bo look like a rod but if I push it in a way it became longer. I live in London my life in an apartment building

"You better not run Catherine" my Father called

"I wouldn't think of it Dad" I said lying back

I was sitting looking thought the window watching for sunset I was wearing jeans black hi tops with a black t-shirt with a black jacket around my neck was the only thing I had left of her was a necklace of a butterfly the lower part was sliver and the higher part was gold. I put my ear to the door and hear Dad snoring

"Later Dad" I whisper grabbing my black backpack with clothes, my drawing pad, color pencils ,pen's, and money about $700 euro's and climbed out of my room and I was off.

So please tell me what you think but be nice about