Hello anyone, i'm a new writer to FanFiction so I would very much appreciate if I could get some reviews on how you find the story. It might start out slow but I do have some ideas on how the pace should pick up later on. You might notice there are already three chapters but they are actually just three parts of the first chapter. This is just because I will most likely upload in smaller parts (thats if anyone ends up liking this). So please read on and hopefully enjoy! P.s. sorry this was a long annoying thing at the beginning.
Chapter One: Sky
He's been standing there for half an hour now. I don't know where he came from; I would guess he had come out from the shrubs but I hadn't seen. A man? In my street at this time of night? I wonder if I should say something. Muffled shouts come from downstairs.
"RUN STEVE, RUN! GO! GOAL!"
Dad is drunk again and mum is probably off her head. Why do I have to always look after them? I'm practically the adult here. In defiance my mind sets on a new idea. I will go see him, after all why would they care? I creep down the stairs. Through the rails I see my father sitting, a beer in hand and the television on full volume. My mother sits in the armchair beside him, drinking a red wine and inhaling the toxic fumes of a cigarette. I breathe in and hold my breath until I slip through the gap of the large, oak front door. The night air is sharp and cold; I rub my hands together and take a few steps forward to the middle of the street. For a while I stare at the figure he looks younger now I'm out here. His shadow stretched out by the light gave the illusion of an older man. I make my way over to him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he had jumped.
"You didn't scare me!" he snaps back.
His face is shadowed by the light but he looks my age, fourteen.
"Well I didn't mean to scare your pride." I revolt.
It might have been the light but I swear he smirked.
"What are you doing out here?"
I could have assumed he was a nut-job when I thought he was in his twenties but knowing his age now I am curious to why this boy stands before me.
"Wendy, I was looking for Wendy."
"Wendy?" perplexed I tilt my head and raise my eyebrows.
"Yes Wendy, and John and Michael or even Jane!" his words spark through his being.
"Oh Jane," my mind recognises that name "she moved out last week. Her children are selling the house."
He must have been mad because next he leaps forward and exclaims "Her children!" in the most outraged fashion I've seen of a boy this age. His tune suddenly changes though when he accepts the idea. "Well, they'll have to do, after all it's been so long since I've had a good adventure. The boys will love 'em I'm sure of it, and if the can fight, well then…" he goes on and I lose understanding of his words, they turn into a blur of notes until I distinguish the last few
"How old are they?" he pauses waiting for the reply.
"Around there forties I would imagine." I manage to gather my words after the baffle of his.
"That's no good." His words go flat, and compared to the tall lean boy before, with limbs that jolted to life at his words, he is hunched over and almost, what you might describe as, upset.
"I can give you the address of her home." I push the words from my lips in sympathy even though I half suspect he is crazy.
"Nah" he shrugs and wipes my words away with his hand.
"Well goodnight then." I turn to shuffle towards my door.
"No wait! I've had a brilliant idea, why don't you come?" he has leapt to life again with such enthusiasm.
"Me?" I was startled, why would a stranger, a boy, want me to go with them? Oh he must be a nuttier.
"Yeah you, you're OK I s'pose" he takes me in for a moment "but can you fly?"
Fly! Fly! Is that really what he just asked? If I could, fly? I shift my weight backwards ready to lunge inside the safety of home. The safety of home, now I must be crazy! My home is about as safe as it is out here.
"Go where?" I enquire. Anywhere was certain to be of some improvement to the nights of arguments and 'who can slam the door the loudest' wars.
"To Neverland" he places his hands on his hips and smiles with pearly white teeth.
"Neverland, never heard of it. Its over seas then, by plane?" this is my way of making sense of his words, I ask, strong and steady as my voice will let me.
He laughs. "Pla-ine? What's a pla-ine?"
I stand, my mind suspended above my head, can he really mean fly? But I want to be away, I don't know but something draws me to him. Maybe it is his energy or the fact that I'm the most curious person in England, either way I laugh too and say,
"No, I don't believe I can fly."
