I sighed and sat on my bed. My mother is so mad at me. Its not my fault i don't want to go to collage...But then again it probably wasn't a good idea to say it out loud. Now Father is coming home and I know i'm getting a whiping. I jumped as i heard the front door slam. "I'm dead" i whispered to myself. I heard my mother talking to father. After about five minutes he pounded up the stairs and to my room. "Alexis!" He yelled "yes Father?" I said "Is what your mother said true do you not want to go to collage?" He said "Well yes and no." I answered "I just don't think I should have to worry about it right now. I mean i'm only nine years old and in the fourth grade." I said he glared "Its better to grow up early." He said

"Why can't I be a kid? I'll get serious when its nessasary." I said Bad choice. He grabbed my arm and yanked me up off my bed and took off his belt. I whimpered in fear and shut ,y eyes tight. Then I heard it swish threw the air and heard it crack across my behind. I yelped out it pain. He continued to hit me with it no matter how much i begged him to stop. He stopped after about an hour or so. He then let me go and headed for the door mumbling to himself "Just like peter" he growled and slammed the door shut. He always mumbles that "whos peter?" I thought. I sighed and slowly sood up and laid on my stomach on my bed.

"Why do I have to grow up so fast?" I asked my self and let somemore tears fall. After a couple hours I fell asleep.

LATER THAT NIGHT

I groaned as light burned threw my eyelids. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Morning already?" I mumbled I opened my eyes and looked out of my window. "But its still dark.." i said confused. Then I saw the light again and looked over to where it was coming from.. I walked to my drawer and opened it to see a pixie? "Woah" I whispered to my self."Hi I'm Alexis." I said "whats your name?" I asked The pixie looked at me and started talking but it sounded like a bell jingling. "Sorry I can't understand you." I said she sighed and looked around then smiled behind me. I furrowed my eye brows and turned around to see a boy with red hair and a hat with a feather in it. I gasped and backed up. "Don't worry i'm not gonna hurt you." He said

For some reason I sorta trusted him. "Who are you?" I asked "Peter" he said "Peter pan" "I've heard stories about you." I said "Really?" He asked "Yes when I was a little kid my grandmother told me stories about you." I said he nodded and smiled "Well wanna know something else?" He asked "Sure" I said he paused for a second then said "I'm your big brother."