Alice was sprawled underneath a chestnut tree one sunny evening. She had been drawing pictures in her notebook since she first went outside that morning. The first picture she drew was of a rabbit in a waistcoat holding a pocket watch with a panicked look on his face. The second was a very odd looking cat. He was rather chubby and purple stripes covered his body. The third was of a queen of some sort. Her dark hair was sticking up at all ends and her face was bright red out of anger. As Alice was about to add another detail to her drawing, the nib of her pencil snapped. She sighed and closed her notebook. She picked up a nearby daisy and twirled it around in her fingers. It was boring around here. Sometimes Alice would shut her eyes and concentrate very hard and try to get back to the Wonderland she dreamed of once before. But that was five years ago and however how hard she tried, she failed to return. Alice felt a light drop on her arm. She looked up to the sky and saw that rain clouds had begun to form. She picked up her notebook and ran home as fast as she could so she wouldn't be caught in the rain again. She reached her house just in time and shut the door behind her. Her mother was on her way down the stairs when Alice ran inside.

"I was wondering where you were," She said as he reached the bottom of the stairs,"What were you doing out there for so long?"

"Oh, I was just drawing, mother," Alice told her as she looked down at her notebook which was polka-dotted with little raindrops.

"You weren't drawing that silly imaginary rabbit who wears the waistcoat again, were you?" Her mother asked, sending Alice a stern look.

"He's not imaginary, mother. He's real just like the March Hare, the Hatter-"

"Alice you need to stop with all of that nonsense! It's been five years now. You have to grow up!" Her mother told her sternly.

"But I don't want to grow up!" Alice exclaimed as she ran up the stairs and into her bedroom.

"Alice!" Her mother called after her but received the slam of a door in response.
Her mother sighed and picked up the notebook which Alice had dropped as she ran up the stairs. She opened it and flicked through the pages. She shook her head.

"Absolute nonsense."

Alice was sat on her bed with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her blue eyes were focused on the rain drops sliding down her window. She didn't want to grow up. Grown ups were far too serious for her liking. Alice put her hand down on the bed beside her. She was expecting to feel her notebook but it wasn't there. She quickly searched around her bed but there was no sign of it. She slapped her hand to her forehead. She must have dropped it when she ran up the stairs! She decided to leave it. She lay back down on her bed and began to daydream. She daydreamed about celebrating her un-birthday with the mad hatter, she daydreamed about playing croquet with the Queen of Hearts and how her flamingo wouldn't do what it was told. Slowly her eyelids began to droop and she nodded off to sleep.
A sudden gust of cold air woke Alice up from her sleep. She lifted her head up and looked around the room. It was completely dark. She noticed her curtains were swaying slightly and as her eyes adjusted to the dark she noticed that the her window was wide open. Alice could hear the gentle drumming of the rain outside.
That's odd, she thought, I thought I closed that earlier.
She stood up and walked over to shut her window. As she turned around she heard a faint whisper. She stopped in her tracks and looked around her room once more.

I was just imagining it, she tried to reassure herself. She walked a few steps before hearing yet another whisper. Feeling slightly fed up, she turned on her heel and got quite a fright when she came face to face with a young boy. He looked about her age, maybe a year older. His hair was red and his eyes were a forest green. He was dressed all in green and he wore brown shoes. He wore a hat with a red feather sticking out of the side.

"Oh!" Alice cried in surprise. The boy looked the blonde up and down before backing away slightly.

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you," Alice assured him. He stayed quiet, his green eyes never leaving Alice's blue ones.

"I'm Alice," She told him as she extended her hand. The boy's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as he stared at Alice's extended hand. Looking down at the ground, Alice slowly put her hand back by her side. "And you are?"

"I'm Peter Pan," He told her proudly as he placed both hands on his hips.

"I don't mean to be rude but what are you doing inside my bedroom?" Alice questioned him.

"I needed shelter from the rain outside," He told her and she tilted her head slightly to the right.

"How did you manage to get in? Did you use a ladder?" Alice's bedroom was on the second storey of her house.

"A ladder? no! I flew in!" He stated and Alice gasped.

"You flew in?" She questioned before shaking her head,"I don't believe you." Peter simply shrugged his shoulders.

"See for yourself."

Slowly, Peter began to rise into the air. Alice's hand flew to her mouth as Peter flew twice around her room. He flew back infront of Alice and shifted himself onto his stomach, while he was still floating, and rested his head in his hand and crossed his legs behind him.

"Do ya believe me now?" He smirked and Alice nodded her head as she gaped at Peter, who was floating in mid air right in front of her.

"But how?" Alice wondered and Peter shifted himself into a sitting position and crossed his legs.

"Well all ya need is faith, trust and pixie dust. Oh, That reminds me! Tink? Tinkerbell? Tink where are you?" Peter began flying around Alice's room, searching for his little friend.
A soft chime of bells was heard and Peter flew over to the source of the sound. A little ball of light flew out from behind one of Alice's curtains and Alice jumped as the little ball of light flew passed her face. Alice soon noticed that there was a little person inside that ball of light. A little person dressed in a green dress, with light hair tied up in a bun on top of her head and with a pair of wings attached to her shoulder blades.

"A fairy!" Alice gasped as the fairy flew around Peter. Peter nodded and Tink hovered just above his shoulder.

"Has the rain stopped?" Peter asked Alice and she went over to her window and peered through her curtains.

"It looks dry to me." "Well I should get going," He said and flew towards her window, Tinkerbell in tow.

"Wait! Where are you going?" She asked him just as he was about to open her window.

"To Neverland!"

"What's Neverland?"

"Well, it's a land where no one grows up and you're free to do whatever you want whenever you want!"

A place where no one grows up? Alice thought, How wonderful!

"Where is this ''Neverland?"

"Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning."

What a funny address, Alice thought to herself.

"Can you take me with you?" She asked him hopefully.

"I guess. But you gotta listen to me at all times and do what I tell you, agreed?" Alice nodded, a smile spreading across her face.

"But wait, how exactly do we get to Neverland?" Alice asked him, her expression turning serious.

"Well, we fly!"

"Fly?"

"Yep! Tink, you know what to do." The fairy nodded and saluted Peter before flying all around Alice, sprinkling her in Pixie dust. Alice smiled as the fairy zoomed around her.

"Ok now all you gotta do is think of a happy thought!" He instructed and Alice closed her eyes and thought hard. Thoughts of Wonderland began to flood her mind. She soon picked the one that she enjoyed the most. It was when she was celebrating her un-birthday with the Mad Hatter and the March Hare. When Alice opened her eyes she saw that she was floating a few feet off the ground. Peter extended his hand to her.

"Ready?"

Alice thought for a few moments. What would mother and father say? When would she come home? Will it be dangerous? Oh, I don't care!
She nodded and placed her hand in Peters. Peter opened up her window and flew out with Alice's hand still firmly in his grasp. The cold night air nipped at Alice's nose as her and Peter glided through the clouds. Alice looked down and grinned as both of them flew over towns and cities. Peter swooped down, taking Alice with him and glided along a pond. Alice beamed as she saw her own reflection in the water. The two children swooped back up into the clouds. Tower Bridge soon came into view and Alice smiled at the sight. They were now flying over London. As they passed Big Ben, Peter called back to Alice.

"There it is, Alice! Second star to the right and straight on till morning." Alice looked where Peter was pointing and saw a bright star twinkling in the distance. As they soared over London, the sky was beginning to turn pink.

"Hold on tight!" Peter commanded and Alice squeezed Peter's hand as the both of them sped towards the star. Alice shut her eyes as they picked up speed. Suddenly Peter came to a halt. Alice opened her eye and saw that she was surronded by big puffy clouds. Peter pointed to a spot below them and they both flew down and landed on a cloud. Alice peered over the side of the cloud and gasped at the view before her.

"Well Alice, welcome to Neverland!"