Kira sat on the edge of her bed, eagerly waiting to get taught how to fly and to get swept away to Neverland by Peter Pan, like her Grandmother Wendy once had, or kidnapped by Captain hook, like her Mother Jane had. Kira gently tucked her long white hair behind her ears, and picked up her Peter Pan doll that flopped lifelessly off her bed, "Oh Peter, I'm nearly fourteen and you still haven't come. I have lots of new and exciting stories to tell the lost boys... or I know a new good hiding place for your treasure, well Hook's treasure." Kira sighed, looking around her Neverland themed room. Her ceiling replicated the night sky, two large stars hung from the ceiling and next to it a fairy dust illuminated pirate ship dangled from the ceiling, swaying gently in the cool breeze that entered from the open window.
Her eyes eventually reached her big sister, Susan, who slept silently, a big, warm smile etched on her face. She looked out the window. The second star to the right, blinked at her constantly. "Why did you pick Susan and not me. I'm more imaginative, better with a sword, funnier than her... I could offer so much more to Neverland... and unlike my family I would happily stay in Neverland, and like you... I wish to never grow up!"
Kira began to doubt herself. Didn't anyone want her? Was she not good enough like the rest of the family. Then the thought hit her. She would grow up, never once visiting Neverland. A tear rolled down her cheek. She dismissed it quickly, wiping it with her fist sniffing. She shot up, her fist clenched. "No, I will make it to Neverland, even if I have to get there myself!"