Hello lovelies!- So just a little heads up, this is my first ever fanfiction so if its terrible don't be shocked, also i pretty much have no clue upon how to use this website so please bare with me. If you like it please review, and i hope you enjoy!

i do not own once upon a time but i own Estella

Introduction:My name is Estella, I'm 15 and currently living with a foster family - yay! (Sarcasm obvs) To be completely honest I hate my life. Mainly because once a year or so a family will come to foster me but then soon change their mind after I arrive at their house (sigh) which leaves me feeling like nothing.

I waited until I was sure everyone was asleep. Tonight is the night I runaway. It must have been midnight when I crawled out my bed. I sat in front of the mirror and put my mess that you could call hair, into a high ponytail.

Ugh I really need to dye my hair again . My hair was blonde but had a lot of light brown areas towards the roots.

Once I was satisfied with my messy high ponytail, I had to pick an outfit.

Ok maybe I should have planned a little more in advance. I had basically nothing in my closet. However I manage to put together a somewhat cute outfit: black studded high waisted shorts, a plain white crop top, black combat boots and cropped leather jacket. Actually it was more than somewhat cute it was defiantly cute. I quickly done my makeup - a little drop of foundation, winged eyeliner, mascara and a plum lipstick.

Wow I look good. I opened the window- which was maybe easier said than done. And threw one leg over when a blast of wind stopped me.

" what the fu-" their was a dark shadow in my room but it wasn't mine. Just as I was about to scream the shadow grabbed me. WE WERE FLYING. How is that even possible! I was literally flying of the city.

I awoke to the sound of a beach. Wait what. I opened my eyes. I was staring at the ocean. I tried to stand up my head hurt. I slowly sat up remembering the shadow. Okay we're the fuck am i. There is not beached were I come from so where am I. I slowly managed to stand up and shake the sand out my hair.

"Welcome to Neverland" a slow voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a boy around my aged. He was slightly taller than my and had blonde shabby hair. He was wearing brown cloak. I burst out laughing.

"That's funny but for real where am I and who are you?"

"This is Neverland girl, and I doesn't matter who I am. Pan wants to see you"

"What like Peter Pan" I laughed "you have got to be kidding me"

The boy stared blankly at me before grabbing my arm and dragging me into the jungle.

We walked - well I reluctantly was pulled, for what seemed like hours until we arrived at what looked like a camp.

Their was boys of all ages chasing after each other, fighting and playing games.

"So is this where Peter is" I asked the blonde haired boy

He nodded. I was expecting him to appear or for the boy to take my to him but nothing. I sat on a long for about 20 minutes and tried to make conversation.

"So... What's your name" I asked the boy

He angrily sighed "My name is Felix no more questions"

What a jerk.

Finally Pan arrived and I had to say he was cute. Like really cute.

"Welcome to Neverland" he said, was that an English accent i heard

"Yeah um thanks"

"What's your name"

"It's Estella, and you Peter Pan right"

He smirked "Yes I am, and you are honored to be in such a place as Neverland"

"Well thanks but I'm not staying"

If this kid actually thinks for one second I would stay on a island full of boys then he is mistaken.

"That isn't for you to decide Estella, I choose who stays, I choose who leaves"

Wait what. I know I had planned to runaway but I didn't exactly imagine going to a island full of boys where I can't leave unless the biggest jerk of them all lets me and to be honest it didn't look like that would happen anytime soon.