Okay, second story to get past the first editing to the uploader. I was working on some essays and found this story on an old flash drive and decided to put the prologue up to see if anyone's interested. I'll keep writting it but won't hurry unless I think people want to read it. So anway, here you go. crazy story and all.

SPECIAL THANKS TO SONCHAN FOR BEING MY FIRST EVER REVIEWER!

I do not own Peter Pan but I wish I did

Prologue

They say all children but one grow up. Of course, everyone knows that one is the famous, legendary Peter Pan. You'd have to live on another planet not to know about the boy who flies, crows like a rooster, and lives on a world in the sky and fights pirates and hangs with Indians. He's famous. But most of us outgrow him. He's just a story that our mothers told us to make us sleep. Most of us, when we get older, stop believing. We put our childish nonsense behind us and move forward.

Not me.

I fall into the category of people who always believe in things, even has a teen where such things are waaaayyyy beneath us. Even now I find myself looking up as the stars come out and wishing on the brightest one, then look to the second star on the right and whisper "straight on till morning." I look in closets for Narnia. I can write elvish as well as English, and own a wand I keep by my bed with a stash of chocolate just incase those dementors or some other foul creature try to sneak up on me. I want a dragon as a pet, the ability to fly, the power to control the elements…yeah, you get the idea.

Okay, now don't go thinking I'm obsessed here, because I'm not. Well, maybe a little, but that's the side of me that people don't normally see.

On the outside, I was a normal Middle American teen. I live in the wild Texas east in a 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom house, not in a London apartment. The year is 2010, not the early 1900's. I am now 17 and I don't live in the nursery with two little brothers. I live in my own bedroom, but I do have two annoying little sisters. (Well, they've outgrown me, but I'm still older.)

So really, I can't compare my life to that of the Darling children. And my name is not Wendy, its Emma. Emma Rachel Chase. Personally, whenever I think of Wendy, I think of the restaurant and get hungry.

You're probably asking yourself, "Okay, so what is this girl going on about? What's the connection to Peter Pan?"

Let's just say, that I hold a special place in my heart for Peter Pan. Don't laugh at me! It's true! Okay, I guess I'll have to start at the beginning. (A very good place to start! Sorry, another passion of mine is old musicals. Sound of Music is one of my favorites.)

Ta-da! Horrible wasn't it? Yeah, but anyway, congrats on reading this first part. Don't worry. When i post the chapters they'll be longer. If you liked it or hated it just let me know!