AN: Okay, so how is it going everybody? This is my first story as said in the summary and I just wanted to write something that came in my head right before I went to bed that I could not get rid of. Hope you enjoy. Read and review please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan but I do own my character Tiana. You can't have her.

3:43 a.m.

A glass of water always calms me down in the middle of the night. I don't like milk, so water is my drink of choice. Also the peace and quiet that comes from the night relaxes me. Some people are afraid of roaming around in the dark; I just think it is a time to think.

Everything at the moment has just been so stressful lately that I can't even have a good night's rest. My foster parents decided they wanted to move to London to be closer to their roots. I still wonder why a white British couple would travel all the way to the United States, adopt a child, a black fifteen year old one at that, and then want to go back to London. I guess they were inspired by Angelina Jolie and all the other celebrities that go shopping for babies in different countries.

I really miss all my friends back in the States. I'm pretty sure I will never see them again and I'll have to make all new friends with people I don't have anything in common with. It's 2012, and people still get judged by being different.

My first week of school was awful. Let's just call it the School of Buttheads and Jerks.

I had yet to become acquainted with anybody and no one wanted to associate with the new kid. It could have been because I decided to wear my naturally curly hair down while everyone else had nice straight hair. It could have been because I'm an awkward child that is shy around people. It could have been because I'm a lot smarter than the majority of my class, which is the reason why I got into such a prestigious school. Well that and my foster parents had enough money to send me. Or it could have been because I'm a bloody American girl that didn't belong in a school like that as someone said to me yesterday. I just ate by myself in the cafeteria filled with socializing friends and I couldn't pick up enough courage to just ask to sit with someone that looked friendly enough to accept me.

One girl acted like she wanted me to sit with her but she just wanted to talk about me in front of her friends. I think her name was Quinn. She was most likely one of the populars that scopes out the people that are nice so she can bring them down. I was never a fighter but I will defend myself if ever I need to. The only reason I didn't say anything then was because I didn't want to be labeled something I'm not on my first week and I didn't want to disappoint my parents.

There was also this really cute boy in my class named Harry. I guess he knew that I thought he was attractive because he came up to me in class the next day and told me he didn't date black girls. That just ruined my whole day, but I wouldn't let it get to me. Things like this are to be expected.

I finished my glass of water, and I put it in my dishwasher making my way back upstairs to my room. The house was quite big for only a family of four. My foster parents, Janet and Thomas Darling, and my older, foster brother, Cliff Darling, were the only ones other than me living in the house. We had a room that could fit four people where I slept, another sizable room for my brother, my foster parents' room, an office, a study, a huge hallway, and a huge backyard. It was quite beautiful. There was also some history to it, but I didn't bother to look it up. I'm not going to be staying here for long seeing as I have a few years before I go off on my own.

I'm making my way down the hall to my room when I suddenly hear some small noises coming from my room. I listen closely to hear a little banging and thumping and I'm not sure if I hear whispering or just twinkling sound. I did leave the window open so it could be from the wind. I'm not sure whether I should go run to Janet and Thomas because if it isn't anything serious, I don't want to wake them up.

I open the door ever so slightly to see there is a person in my room. It's a boy with an odd, green costume on who doesn't look much older than me and he was looking through my bed. He doesn't seem like a threat but I quickly grab anything considered a weapon, my pointy umbrella, just in case. I look again and there is a little light traveling right next to him, I guess it is just a lightning bug because I did see some when I first got here.

I open the door for him to turn around.

"Um….. who are you?" Wow, what a thing to ask to a stranger who is intruding your bedroom. I take one step in my room making sure he sees that I have a weapon, an umbrella.

He just stood there staring at me with a mix of emotions. There was confusion, scared, and a hint of captivation. I wonder what that last one was for.

It gave me the chance to really see him. He had red hair, cute boyish features, a hat with a feather, torn up shoes, and I also got a better view of his outfit. It was green with a few torn spots, pants that were green also and a little tight, but that's expected given our generation. Then I saw that he had a knife, and he could actually be dangerous. I wish I could have seen that before.

I gasped and thought whether to take a chance and fight him with my umbrella or make a run for it. I ultimately decided for the latter until he said stop right when I touched the doorknob. Finally the boy speaks.

"What are you doing in Wendy's house?" he asked me as if I knew who this Wendy was.

"What are you talking about?" I said with the most bizarre expression and my umbrella still raised. He has yet to pull out his knife. "This is my foster family's house and what are you doing in it?"

"This is your house?" he said with confusion.

"Who is Wendy?" I ignored his question, seeing as it was already answered.

"A friend, who are you?"

"I asked you first."

"I can't tell you that unless you tell me where Wendy is. She lives here and I need to see her."

"I don't know a Wendy and why do you need her so bad that you just come in to my room and start going through my things?"

"She has to come back so she can tell her magical stories."

"That's it. That's why you're in my room? So you can hear stories?"

"Yes, why? Can you tell stories?"

"Can't everybody? It's not very difficult." I didn't realize that as this conversation continued, the lower my umbrella went. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me; he was probably just some delusional homeless boy that got the wrong house.

"It is, the lost boys and I couldn't figure out what happened to Cinderella until Wendy told us. She said that they kissed and lived happily ever after." The lost boys? Who are these people he is talking about?

"They do, well until some more problems come after she gets married to the prince."

"What happens? I must know so I can tell the lost boys."

"I will not tell you until you give me a name."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, knowing that I beat him. "The name's Peter. Pan." He then gave a pose. I think he practiced it. "But now you must give me yours."

"Tiana. Dobson." I didn't say Darling, because I still don't accept that as my last name.

"Oh, and this is Tink, short for Tinkerbell," he said as he stepped to the side, showing off the lightning bug from earlier.

"You named your bug?" I said looking at him as if he was the craziest person on Earth. Seeing as this is our first meeting, I think he really could be.

"Tink is not a bug, she's a fairy," he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. That's it, I'm going to have to call the psychiatric ward.

"A fairy?"

All of a sudden, the lightning bug came up really close to me and I could it see it way better. It wasn't a bug, but a little person waving at me.

"Huh?" I asked to no one right before I fell unconscious.