I wandered the streets. The lonley, cold alley ways of London were bare at this time of night. Even the thugs and bums were sleeping softly in abanded cars or houses. I wondered if my parents were sleeping. Probably.

My mother would be worn out from cleaning all day and my father would be tired. Always working, he was. He was a dentist. He didn't wish to be though. He wanted to be bigger and better. Like a doctor! or even better, a lawyer.

His name was Jim. Plain old Jim, he'd be called at work. He hated it. He wished to Be called something bigger and better, Much like his job. Pretty ridiculous huh? And me you ask? I'm named after my mother. AnnaLee Hailey Robertson is my full name. But I prefer to be called Anna.

I was abrumptly pulled out of my thoughts when the front door to my house flew open before I was even on the front steps.

"AnnaLee Hailey Robertson!" My mother growled. He hair was in a messy bun and her apron was on sideways. She had her small hand on her hip and the other on the door handle.

"Yes, Mother?" I asked innocently. I knew exactly why she was angry with me.

"Du ya knoh wha tyme it iz!" He scottish accent was breaking out of her brand new British one. It only came out when she was shouting though. She was born and raised in Scotland but moved to London when she was at the age of 20.

I looked down at my watch and smirked at the hands on the little hand was on the 12 and the big one was on the 37. "Ooops."

"Yeah, Oops. Get in the house and go STRAIGHT to your bedroom!" She moved over a little so I could get by. I was supposed to be home at 10 but I was at a party that ended at midnight. And I couldn't just leave right in the middle of it. That would be rude of me.

"And Don't even think about going anywhere for the next 3 weeks."

My mom tried her hardest not to slam the door shut. I had a sister and brother up stairs sleeping. Mariah and Todd. Mariah Mae was 10 and was the most attitude filled little girl I have every met in my 14 years of living. But Todd Micheal was the sweetest little boy EVER! He's 6 and as sweet as could be.

I could hear my moms heavy breathing behind me so I quickened my pace. I ran to my room quietly and shut my door. I leaned against it and slowly slid down. It was the same ever day. Go to school, deal with being called 'emo', go home, Get treated unfairly, go to bed. Same everyday but today was special. I was invited to a party! A formal party that I could go to and not being worried about being made fun of because at a FORMAL party. You have to be prim and proper and you don't have to deal about being called any mean names or getting beat up.

I looked down at my pink and black cocktail dress and smiled. Daniel commented on it tonight. He said it made my eyes look more beautiful than they usually do. I've always had a crush on him. He's the captin of the football team and has sparkling blue eyes that would make any girl melt. I looked back down at the dress. It was beautiful. Probably the most glamorous thing I have ever wore in my life. It was defiantly worth the 35$.

I sat there on the floor while leaning on the door for quite sometime. Just thinking. Thinking about how sometimes I just wanted to get away. Away from this house, away from my family, away from the bullys. Just away.

I suddenly got an idea. What if I lefted! I know, sounds crazy but it's not for permanent. Just 'til I can clear my head for awhile. It's not like I'll be in any danger or anything. I know my way around this whole city and I even know where I can rest and think. The park right outside of the library. I used to play there as a kid and some of my best memories are held there.

It was decided. I was leaving. I jumped up from the floor and ran to my closet. I grabbed a large dufflebag and filled it with my whole wardrobe. Who knows how long I might be away? I stuffed all kinds of shoes in there, my cell phone, iPod, Tooth brush, Regular brush and more necessities.

I stopped when I saw a small picture in the back of my closet. It was me, my mom and my dad when I was a toddler. It obviously took place before Mariah and Todd were born. We were all smiling. I snorted at that. Like that would ever happen now. My mother is alway yelling at me for God knows what, My father is always working and NEVER has time for us anymore and my siblings were just...annoying. Well, duh, right? There younger siblings. There supposed to be annoying.

I moved my attention back to the picture and quickly shoved it in my bag. Being careful not to crease it. I zipped up the bag and looked out the window.

I had a balcany that my father alway told me to be careful on. If he was home he'd never let me go on it. I rolled my eyes at the thought and walked over to the window. I sighed and stared sadly at the 2nd star to the right. Grandma Jane would always tell me stories about it. Stuff that a magical land called Neverland took place in that tiny star. Grandma told me her and her mom had both been to Neverland.

Peter took them. He was the boy that never grew up. He looked about 13 but he was mentally still 8. He wore green leaf clothing, had lovely blonde hair and sea like blue eyes. How Grandma talked about him I could tell that she was or still is in love with him. I myself never believed in her silly stories. She said that Peter could fly and in Neverland there were Pirates, Mermaids and Faries.

"Yeah right, I doubt it." I would say but she would just keep on trying to convince me with a truthful look on her wrinkled face. After a while I started to believe but now, I'm back to not wanting to take any part in that childish nonsense.

I turned back around to get some rope so I can climb out the window when Something hit me on the head. I didn't even have a chance to scream when rope was placed in my mouth and I was roughly shoved in a sack, along with my bag. I fought back and forth and squrmmed like a new born pig.

"Stop it!" A childish voice yelled. My eyes widned and I stopped. It couldn't be...No, That's impossible. Could it really be THE Peter Pan?