I do not own the characters of the original Story from JM Barrie

Well today was another day. A day of waking up eating and going to school except I'm home schooled and I have no electives or fun classes. I take music but I have to play The violin. My momma says I can't play guitar or piano like I want to but I do and she just doesn't know. My older brother Brandon taught me to play the piano and I just learned to play the guitar on my own. I live with my Momma and Daddy in Louisiana in a nice town-home and my brother lives in Florida and we all had small hints of southern accents. My great grand parents came from London and we some how ended up over here. My brothers 24 and I'm 16. We're pretty close along with our daddy but our momma just drives us insane. She try's to control our lives. Most people think that it's just a mom being a mom and I thought that to up until I found out she planned out my life. And by planned, I mean literally planned! She even gave me a list of stuff I had to do in my life! It was something along the lines of:

18: Graduate

18-22: Attend a high honored college such as Princeton or Yale and graduate

22-24: Attend all classes on how to be a proper lady and attend cooking and cleaning classes

25: Get married to the richest man in towns son

26: Give birth to a child and become a stay at home mom

29: Move into the house in the county and give birth to another child

And so on and so forth. This is crazy I had to get out of here some kind of way. The same thing happened to Brandon but he got the courage to leave. I've thought about running away before but to be honest I'm scared. Id have no where to go except in Florida with Brandon. I'd love living with him but I couldn't leave this town. This towns my home. From its southern and classical charm to it's high end restaurants where everyone could get a taste of the towns favorite chef Maggie's slice of pecan and cherry pie.

"Violet?!" I heard my mom calling my name calling from downstairs.

"Coming Momma!". She was terrible at it but I'd always eat anything my daddy was cooking. I knew automatically when I entered the dining room that daddy had made it since not a single thing was burnt. I was about to sit down and say grace when my mom scolded me.

"What on earth are you wearin' child?' I looked down on my pajama's. I had A t shirt on with a pair of sweat pants.

"Ummmm Pj's?" I questioned.

"Exactly, I expect you to be fully dressed when you come to eat your breakfest now go get dressed"

"Momma, it is 7 o'clock in the morning is it that important?"

"Yes, when you are married you must get up twice as early to get dressed and prepare a meal."

"If I even get married" I mumbled under my breath

"what was that?"

"I said if I even get married"

"Violet we've been through this countless times! You will be happy!"

"Maybe, that's what you think because that's what you want."

"Excuse me child? Violet I am your Mother and-"

"Hey how's everyone doin' this fine mornin'?" My daddy had cut of my momma by walking in the room. He gave momma a quick peck on the lips.

"Mornin' sugar" He wisspered to her. He came over and gave me side hug with a peck on my cheek.

"Mornin' honey bee" Okay so I'd bee lying if I said my daddy wasn't the most southern like in this family.

"Mornin' daddy" I smiled a little for 1 reason:he ended the conversation between momma and I

"Well why don't we all sit down, say grace, and eat. " He said smiling as rubbing his hands together as I knew he was ready to dig in.

"Well that was the plan William, until your daughter decided to show up undressed"

"Angela, it's 7 o'clock in the morning is it that important?"

"That's exactly what I said" I said throwing my arms mid way into the sir and bringing them down.

"Fine we will eat then you have to get dressed then after school we'll have tea with my friends"

"Okay momma"

I did not want to have tea with my mommas friends. They were so snobby and always bragged about being rich, but to me money didn't matter. After breakfast I got dressed but since I finished early I figured I'd do some writing in my book. I actually wrote some stories of my own. That was another thing momma just didn't allow, so I just hid my book behind a shelf in my room. I admit a few of them were on Peter Pan because I had a small crush on him when I was younger but I think a lot of us did. I put my binder away in my room and went and got started with school.

Skipping over school to tea time

I was sitting in the dining room with my elbow on the table and my chin in my hand. I was completely board with this stuff but momma says I have to do it. All the women were talking about how their child was on honor roll or one was getting married. I'd rather have gone to see this new movie that came out today but oh no, momma says tea time is essential to the perfect woman. All of a sudden these women started shooting questions at me.

"So Violet, where do you plan to go to school?"

"Harvard" My mother answered quickly for me.

"I see that is impressive so what about marriage and children?"

"Ma'am?"

"I mean how many children do you want and when?"

"In her mid twenties and she wants 3". Gee thanks for answering for me momma

"Is that what you really want?"

"Y-"

"Well I was actually thinking about a career in writing." i ended up cutting off my momma. I didn't care what momma had to say. I'd rather have someone not liking me for who I am, rather than being liked for someone I'm not. My momma shot me a warning look to stop but i didn't care.

"Really?"

"Yep, I love stories"

"What kind?"

"Ones with adventures like pirate tales"

"That sounds rather exquisite" After tea I got a long lecture on my behavior and the whole time I just kept nodding and saying okay. But tomorrow all hell will break loose.