This is my first fanfiction and I'm sorry but its pathetic. Please review!
A shadow swooped over the streets of New York. A tiny light followed illuminating only a few inches. The shadow, which resembled a boy landed on a rooster-shaped weathervane. Quiet as a whisper the boy slipped inside a slightly opened window. First he had to work away the screen, which was odd to him but he managed. The window he had slipped into led to a room that was filled with pots and pans, dirt and food. It was a mess but the boy decided to investigate further.
He flinched as a figure approached and walked clumsily to a large white box. The person withdrew a small container and closed the door. Sitting down at a table she ate the stuff inside the container with a stick with a bowl at the end. For indeed it was a girl around the age of twelve. Her hair was messed up from sleep and her eyes had dark bags under them.
Suddenly the boy had an irresistible urge to sneeze. He did and the girl jumped. She finished quickly and rushed out of the room. Following, the boy wondered where he was. That question never had entered his mind before. Pondering that for a very short amount of time the boy entered the girl's room. She turned on the light and looked around until she made sure she was safe. Then she saw the boy. She almost screamed but instead made a whimpering noise in her throat.
"Who are you?" she asked in a small voice.
"I am Peter Pan."
"Why are you here? This isn't London."
"Oh, I don't know. Who are you?"
The girl shook her head, disbelievingly. "Why would I tell you?"
Peter Pan looked shocked. "Why not?"
The girl was silent looking at the ignorant boy with a kind of awe. "You know, I imagined this would happened after I read the book. I had hoped…and now its true."
"What book?" Peter demanded. He was not even exactly sure what a book was. The girl stood up and took down a book from a shelf. On the front showed a boy wearing green leaves holding a dagger in front of a tall, pirate captain. "Hook and … me?" Peter Pan said. Of course, it did not look like him, for one thing the pictures version had him portrayed as a fat, blond little boy, which the real one did not appreciate. Tugging at his red hair, Peter Pan did not look like a boy of five but a boy of no age and no reason.
"This book is called 'Peter Pan'." The girl said gently. It was written by a man named J.M. Barrie, he sort of invented you. Or at least put you down on paper."
At first Peter was pleased that a book was about him but then the very idea of being 'invented' struck him. "Who is that grown person who dares to take credit of me?"
The girl sighed. "Stop being so pig-headed. That man called Mr. Barrie is dead."
"Hah, serves him right."
"What?" the girl was outraged. "He probably was the coolest person on the earth!" Peter did not understand what 'cool' meant either. "And besides he probably just recorded your story not made it up. He probably has been to Neverland countless times. So you have no right to judge him!"
They were silent for a while. Then Peter asked. "Where's London?"
"Across the ocean," The girl huffed, pouting. "Where's Neverland?"
"Half a moonbeam from the north star."
"Then let's go please! I always wanted to fly."
And all contentions forgotten, Peter whistled, very softly and Tinkerbell flew up. The girl's eyes sparkled with excitement, and Tinkerbell took an immediate liking to this quiet girl. She could also tell instantly that this girl loved fairies and magic and not being silly like that Wendybird. The girl floated upwards and she laughed for joy. Then she opened the window, and flew out.
"Half a moonbeam from the northstar and straight on 'til morning!" She cried. And Peter Pan crowed, so caught up in her excitement was he. And they left the polluted street of London and flew into the clean air, which the girl had never known before.