Peter Pan-and-Sarah

You know who Peter; is just add 4 years. Peter Pan a sixteen year old who lived his whole life so far in Neverland. Peter Pan comes to earth to visit an old friend.

When flying back her sees a 16 year old running in the dark park. He hears her say "might as well live in a jungle now so I can from them" and he stops her in her very tracks. Sarah- comes along to in the story trying to run away from an abusive father and an evil stepmother. With a small bag packed she runs in the park to hide for the night. She merely says aloud her death wish when a boy her age appears right in front of her disappointed.

Let the story begin-declaimer I don't own Peter Pan just the ideas of the this story

It was simple pack the bag before bed.

Yell good night to them if they cared.

Shut the lights off and jump out the window.

5 minutes tops right? Wrong cause as soon as I jumped I heard my Dad yell "you better not be running a way" I didn't care he no longer loved me. I hide in the darkness and then throw a rock at his head and ran to the park.

It was almost midnight. Thank goodness I never went to bed before 1 a.m. But tonight I got extremely tried extremely fast trying to run.

Who am I? You want to know; you really want to know. Well I'm one of those teenagers…16 to be exact never had a bad day till my mom died and my dad went all abusive on me. Yeah one of those kinds of kids that just barely have the chance to runaway.

Oh my name that's what you wanted to know. My name is Sarah. Sarah Stone. That's my mother's last name. I have long black hair, green eyes the only thing people really noticed when I was looking straight ahead at anyone. I'm about 5'7''

And I thought I would die very soon. He was so abusive on me sometimes it's a wonder I survived this long sometimes.

I love the forest or jungles of this world it was an escape for me. I heard the wind against me as I ran deep into the woods of the park hoping to pass the park or city lines so I might end to the forest to escape him.

"Might as well live in a jungle just so I can run from them" as soon as I said those very thoughts out loud this boy appears right in front of me I almost run straight into him. As I almost do I fall back on my butt and I look to his face.

He was frowning at me? Why in the world did he stop me? I got up picked up my bag and was about to run again to ignore his very presents.

He finally spoke; "why do you want to run away?" his voice sounded like a child.

"Why do you care?" it was dark he wouldn't see my black eye or the bruises on my arms. Could he tell I had a slight limp in my run? I bet he couldn't. Well I didn't need his sympathy.

"I care for all lost kids" he told me a sudden gleam in his eye.

"We're teens you idiot. Teens these days have to fend for themselves" I hissed at him trying to sense if my father was going to come after me. I looked behind me a few times. Taking the bag from me hands he reached out his hand to me.

"Take my hand" I looked up at him again what was he 6'? I got by myself and continued to figure what I could see in the amount of light given.

"Take it; I'll promise to take you some where safe" he said coming closer to me I step back. The rules of meeting strangers and all that played in my mind for just a second when I heard my father shout my name.

"SARAH!" it was loud and scary. I took the boys hand so fast I didn't hear myself say "just get me out of here" he didn't start running…

"Off to Neverland!" he suddenly said with a smile.

'Wait…Neverland-then he's-'

"PAN!" I shout with joy able to escape my father and I was with the cutest guy maybe now hottest guy in the world. The light of the moon should his new teenage self. I couldn't believe it we were flying. Was I dreaming? No Ticker Bell necessary.

Hell right now I waited to faint! He didn't speak another word yet in the moonlight he was ten times cuter then what his fairytale gave create for.

"You're Peter Pan?" I ask shyly.

"Yep-and Sarah Stone I just saved your life" he laughs pulling me closer as we fly I could feel a blush spend across my face. This was something new something different for me. I started making plans to explore the land. The mermaids were the second thing on my mind after I wanted to see his sleeping quarters. I would be sleeping on Wendy's bed. I might be the second no third lost girl. And I would stay. I plan to stay. Wait a minute how'd he know my name? Well at least how'd he know my last name?

But I knew nothing of this 16 year old Peter Pan. Why did he look like a teen not a pre or a child he was teen like me. He had grown up from all of what I remember of his sweet fairy tale. Then he said something moving off my thoughts.

"Were here" he whispered. He was kind to me. This is why I never dated he wasn't of my childhood crushes. I didn't want love I wanted friendship first then maybe…what was I thinking I moved my thoughts back to him.

He was smiling gentle his pixie smile. His brown hair had grown from the nip of his ears to the edge of his shoulders long and a little curl. His…brown was it? His eyes still held the childhood gleam of course it would he is an elf or very tall pixie. He whore that green leaf like shirt and bark like pants.

And that hat of his oh goodness I knew I should have planed this. Why didn't I? I couldn't be in love with this boy. I came for the beauty of Neverland to escape my ugly life. What was happening to me?

Neverland it changes you. Peter Pan can change you too….

"It's wonderful" I say I haven't even let go of him and when I noticed something in the woods. Yeah he landed on the beach. I let go and took a step to get closer.

No luck; whatever was there was gone. Now so I went further on to explore.

"Don't get lost!" I hear him laugh. I turn around to face him. I open my month to say something. He wasn't where I left him.

"Peter?!" I called. 'Wait where am I…oh shot what happened?'

Where was I? O.k. We landed on the beach…where though pirates or mermaids. It wouldn't have been the pirates. But wait I'm looking where I'm going not.

"WHERE AM I? WHERE IN NEVERLAND AM I?!" I shout a forest I'm still walking. I always do that when I'm thinking. 'Stop thinking and find the tree house' I tell myself. I stop in the forest barley in it.

Took a breath then shouted for my life.

There I was standing now in Neverland Indian territory way far way from Peter Pan's tree house. Well I knew that by his story and the fact that they lived like the edge of a cliff. I was surrounded by people I didn't know and I was afraid. Hell I was more ten afraid I was terrified,