DISCLAIMER FOR ENTIRE STORY: I DO NOT AND WILL NEVER OWN PETER PAN.
Ch. 1 A Caged Bird Singing
"I will not!" the girl turned her formidable glare toward her father. Her hazel green eyes burning with the fiery temper that he regretted passing down to her.
"Moira, it is the finest school in London. You will be receiving an education that many would quite literally kill for."
"Fine, then get one of them to go."
"You leave tomorrow." He said in an exasperated tone, his hand passing over his eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to shift his bangs away from his line of vision. Moira started to argue, but was cut off by her father,
"Not another word! You know how your mother hates fighting." His brown eyes pleaded with her to calm down.
"Mother hates anything that messes up the perfect little family she wanted." Moira muttered under her breath before giving her father one last icy glare and slipping away to her room.
Once there she sat down on her bed and released the flood of tears that cascaded down her cheeks. St. Abigail's school for girls. That was where she was supposed to be sent for the next five years of her life. She was twelve years old and was already starting to feel the pressures mounting around her. She was constantly being told that she was no longer a child and could not act like one any longer. Fine words coming from her father who, as a boy, had fought Pirates and Indians and stayed a child for who knows how many years.
You see Moira's full name was Moira Pan. She was Peter's daughter. And she was being sent away to boarding school.