I was reading over it and decided it wasn't as good as I thought it was so I am re-writing it, here goes.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.M. Barrie's work I only own the plot and my OC.
Also a large thanks to Red.Pen.Blue.Pen and GDgirl1993! Thank you for reviewing!! And GDgirl1993 this is a little longer. And Red.Pen.Blue.Pen, thanks I'm glad you think my writing is so good.
So this is the actual Chapter one, hope you enjoy!!
Definitely not in France
Chapter one
"Owwwwwwwww" I groaned as I sat up from, what I remember, a pretty nasty fall. Rubbing the large bump on my head I looked up. Immediately my blood ran cold and forgetting the throbbing, I sat up. Later I realized that wasn't smart at all. But for right now I didn't think, I just ran.
Out of the clearing, I really didn't know where I was going, thought right then I couldn't care less if I recognized anything, I just hoped I hadn't gone to the wrong place. I found myself running up a small dirt path, to the top of a hill and then back down. Self-consciously I must have known where I was, or I never would have gotten anywhere. Just past a small forest of trees, I saw trails of smoke and instinctively I ran toward them.
Just as I got there I stopped running, finally realizing how tired I actually was. I slowed down to a walk as I stepped into the village of teepees, I walked to the center of the busy little place, all the while receiving strange glances from the people. Just as I finally staggered into the center, a very old and wise looking woman walked out from one of the teepees. I caught one look at the surprise on her face before everything went black.
I awoke to a face looking down at me, dimming the light coming over my head. At first I thought it was my mother, and the strange forest clearing and teepee village had all just been a very weird dream. "Mom"? I questioned frowning in concentration while trying to see the person's face.
"No", I heard what sounded like a boy's voice coming from the looming shape above me. "No, I'm Peter" The voice stated uncertainly.
"Peter Pan"? I asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"Yes", the voice of Peter Pan said, suddenly wary. But before he could say anything else, my vision once again turned black. It was now completely apparent I wasn't in France.
So what do you think, good, bad? This is my first fic so I don't think it's my best writing but please no flames and please review!!
