Hello Nikkie here! :D This is my first fanfic and I am writing it with my far better at English than myself friend, so hopefully it will be gooder than the rest. Or better.. Whichever you prefer to say.

Nothing belongs to me: This story is based on Peter Pan and almost all characters belong to J.M Barrie! :)

Wendy Darling:

An awkward silence arose as the last plate had been smashed, straight after George and Mary Darling had announced quits. An evening of fighting wasn't unusual in this house hold, in fact it was very rare to get a night of peace. I lay still in bed waiting for the heart felt apologies to begin. It was the same thing every time. The fighting, crying, hitting, and resignation. It was hell.

Michael was in his room crying from what I could hear, poor Michael, only ten and yet having to get through this every night, although I don't know why he was crying, no doubt it was to put on a performance so that he'd be showered with all sorts of new gadgets in the morning. John was probably reading a book like normal, he was the brains of the family, and didn't we know it, every other week he'd come home with a new trophy of some kind, which Mary would pawn over until the next one comes along, well, at least he's nicer one in the family. We get along a lot better than most siblings, unlike my relationship with the other two, mine and Johns was tolerable. Finally, dear little Susan was nowhere to be seen, most likely on another date with another guy, fourth one this week. No one in the family even suspect she's the slutty one, they don't even know she's gone half the time, that's because she climbs out the bay window in our room, waiting to be swept off her feet by another prince charming, returning in the early hours of the morning and telling me all about how great and perfect he is, only to go out with a different boy the next night. It's disgusting.

And then there's me. The underestimated, truly misunderstood and slightly psychotic one, but you can't blame me when I live with the real life Adams family. In fact someone might mistake me for being one of them. Oh the joys of living in a dysfunctional family. I was never what you would call "normal" I was pretty much the opposite. Some people might describe me as a loner, never had friends never wanted them, you just end up getting hurt, this also accounts for the reason I never date, too much useless emotions. Not that people would want to be friends with me, the pale blonde rich kid who never talks and never tries, the one who would rather be on her own than with her family, or anyone for that matter. The child that everyone ignores, or beats up… Take your pick. I never focused much, on anything, so the other people never bothered me, including my family. In a way you could say I live in a world of my own…

At some point during the evening John and Michael came knocking on my door. Both seemed more freaked out than usual, Michael still crying and John close to it. Susan was still nowhere to be seen, surprise surprise. I didn't really care she was gone but when you have your two brothers almost blubbering at your feet it would be nice to get some help.
"Yes?" I said bluntly.
"We can't sleep." Replayed John. Great. A 14 year old and a 10 year old can't sleep. And there was no doubt that the arguing would eventually stop anyway, Mary and George would leave without saying a word, treating themselves to another romantic meal before George pay's for Mary to get yet ANOTHER boob job, as a make-up gift. Even with the arguing dying down the fear on their faces even made me feel uneasy.
"Fine," I whispered "Go sit on the bed." Without question they sat and waited patiently, I rummaged around in a draw and pulled out a dusty green book, which had gold lettering which simply read 'Neverland'.

And this is the very first chapter, expect more to come! I'd really appreciate reviews, and constructive criticism. Thank you so much for reading!
-Nicole the Notorious.