If anyone were to tell me that one day, I would be trapped on Neverland with Peter Pan and his psychotic lost boys, I would point them to the nearest mental hospital. Wouldn't you do the same? Peter Pan is fiction, or so I thought, but let's back track, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I thought my life would be pretty simple: go to school, get good grades, get a job, and grow old. I didn't plan on doing anything special, I never believed I could. I was the child that when asked what I would do when I was older I would shrug my shoulders and stare off in space. My teachers never believed I would make much of myself, one even told my mother that I was just me, and that's all I would ever be. If I remember correctly, he told her, "Clara is just Clara, she just does what she wants, there's not much to be done with her." I know it hurt her every time she heard this from my teachers, but she never gave up on me.

The bond with my mother is a completely different story. It was just me and her against the world. She's probably the main reason why I never did anything truly horrible while I was in my realm. I knew if I did that it would crush her, especially since she had such hope that I would be able to do something spectacular and make something of myself, that I would be able to change my fate. Little did she know that I would be stuck at the age of seventeen for the rest of eternity. I don't miss much from my world. I don't miss the bullies, the kids who ignored me, and the teachers who believed all I would ever do was sweep up at McDonalds. I don't miss not having any friends, but I do miss my mom. She was my best friend, my world, the main reason why I lived. I still don't know how she is to this day, I'm not even sure I want to, but if there was one thing I could change. Just one thing out of this whole chaos, I wish I could have hugged her and told her I loved her one last time. Sadly, I will be forever tormented with the fact that I never get to see her again. That the last conversation I will ever have with her is that I didn't want to go to college, that the last time I saw her beautiful face was when it was covered in tears, her eyes heavy with disappointment. I wish I could go back and just let her know how grateful I was, that I could have made her proud of me at least once. The world is funny like that, always letting you know how you messed up and that there's nothing you can do to fix it. The guilt and regret forever stuck with you, nagging you and never truly going away.

The day I was taken is still vividly clear in my mind. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget, no matter how many years pass. School that day was one of the worst days I've ever had. It seemed as if everyone knew I was going to go missing, so they made sure to get out all their anger and hate. I remember food being thrown at me in the cafeteria, being shoved around in the hallways. The cheerleaders were always there taunting me about how disgusting I was and that I would never be happy or loved. Besides the horrible school day my mom had gotten an email about a college fair coming up. Since I was close to graduation my mom wanted me to go and check it out, see what was out there and where I could apply. Unfortunately, I didn't want to go to college. I didn't want all the student loans and to be once again trapped in a school where people would definitely hate me, especially if I had to live there. I wanted to be able to be free and do what I want. Sadly my mom didn't see it my way. As I said before, she wanted me to do better than she ever did. She wanted me to make something of myself. The last conversation I ever had with my mother was an argument. The last look she ever gave me was of disappointment and filled with tears. The last thing I ever said to her was that I hated her. The last action she got from me was not a loving one, but a slam of my bedroom door.

I can picture it now so clearly, I was there lying on my bed, trying to calm down from my anger and tears. I can see myself now curling up in a ball and crying myself to sleep. Nothing too weird, right? Wrong. I had failed to notice the dark figure floating outside my bedroom. I had failed to make sure my window was locked. I had failed to allow myself to notice anything except my own sadness. I believe that was my downfall. I know that back then I didn't think I had to do any of those things, I mean who would? Well, when you're stuck on Neverland for as long as me, you start to over analyze everything, forever cursed with asking the same questions over and over again. What if I did this? Why didn't I do that? What if I hadn't fought with my mother? No matter how many times I think of how I could have done things differently to prevent my kidnapping, I know deep down inside it was inevitable. If Peter Pan wants you, you can be damned sure he's going to get you.

The shadow was creative. After I had fallen asleep it opened my bedroom window to let in the cold, winter air. This caused me to wake up at two in the morning freezing. My mind was still in a sleepy haze so I passed it off as nothing, figuring maybe my mother had come in and opened the window. Now a reasonable person would point out that my bedroom door was locked and ask why would my mother open my window during the winter time? As I said before, my mind was still foggy. I got up and walked over to shut my window, determined to crawl under my covers and fall asleep in a warm cocoon. Unfortunately for me, the shadow was waiting above my window. It held my window open while I was attempting to shut it. When I finally looked up to see what was preventing me from doing so, it reached out and snatched my wrist. It dragged me out into the night sky. As Disney says, second star to the right and straight on till morning.

Well, here's the new chapter one. Let me know what you all think~