Since I was a young girl, my mother, Jane, would tell me stories of this boy who never wanted to grow up. His name was Peter Pan. I always did believe in her stories and at the age of fourteen however much I told myself and everyone around me, that the stories were make believe and there for not real, I secretly still did believe. I believed so much in fact that I would, every night, go up to my window and pray that Peter Pan would take me away to Neverland. Well my mother and grandmother had already been on their adventure with Peter Pan, so now it was my turn right? But the thing I didn't know was my adventure in Neverland was coming sooner than I thought.

"Alexis honey, its time to get up now". That was me, Alexis. Boring. Old. Alexis.

I groaned and turned over, as I didn't want to get up. Well not yet anyway. I heard my mother come in and I could feel her stare at the back of my body.

"You are a lazy minx, you know that?". Well of course I knew I was, that's what teenagers are for. They were made for being lazy. If God didn't want laziness, then teenagers wouldn't even exist.

I turned over. I knew I had been defeated. Well truth was I didn't want her nagging at me to get up and wanted to start the day peacefully, so I was in the right mood to go to school.

"Morning Honey". She smiled.

"Morning Mum". I smiled back. Just to be polite.

"Sleep well?". That was always her first question of the day.

"Yeah, I guess".

"Good. Now up, dressed and be down for breakfast in five minutes. You got school today". At the word 'school', I groaned. School was like a place of torture. Having to sit though 6 hours a day, watching the teacher drone on and on and hardly taking in anything that was said. But I guess what has to be done, has to be done. So I rolled over and got out of bed.

My life at school is kind of lonely. But being lonely is a good thing, it gives me time to think. Think about the things wrong and right in my life but most of all, I thought of Peter Pan. When I thought of him I always let my imagination run wild. When I thought of him, nothing could bring me down. I know it sounds weird but I felt like when I thought of him, I was protected and nothing could hurt me.

So here I was walking to school, just like any other English child. But on my way I ran into the school bully, Billy. Billy had a sort of soft spot for me. I knew this by the way he looked at me. He would never hurt me or anyone in my company, he would normally want to join in our convocation and try flirting with me but I just acted as if nothing had happened and this annoyed him. Badly. Today was different. When he saw me, he just looked at me, like he wanted to kill me. Then he started walking towards me. When he stopped he just looked at me for a couple of seconds and then the shouting started, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME ALEXIS? I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING TO GET YOU TO LIKE ME BUT NOTHING SEEMS TO WORK. ON YOU ANYWAY. YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE. MEETING YOU WAS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME. YOU ALWAYS SEEM TO CAUSE ME PAIN AND I DON'T LIKE IT. SO WHAT IS IT YOU WANT FROM ME HUH?!". He looked pretty red in the face but not even that made me afraid of him. But I was touched that he would go through all that trouble to get me to like him. But that's what scared me about him. He was so obsessive. And I didn't want that in my life anymore.

So I took a deep breath and said, " I want you to leave me alone". And I just walked away as if nothing had happened. Like I always did.

But that was only the start of my day, I had much worse things ahead of me.

In English, I had someone lift my skirt, so everyone could see my knickers and they were all laughing so hard that they were all almost falling off their chairs.

In maths, someone else poured orange juice on the floor and said "Look everyone, Alexis has had an accident". They were laughing even harder than the people in English.

For the rest of the day I got locked in a closet. A dark and small one. My two worst fears. I was scared of the dark and I didn't like small spaces. So I was screaming and crying to get out. That day had been humiliating.

Walking home was just the same. I was tripped and pushed into bushes. It really hurt. I know why all these people hated me. It was because I was childish and I liked to play games. All I wanted was a bit of fun. I had so many friends until I turned thirteen, then they all just turned on me. Like I said earlier, its not that I minded. But today I had had enough. People pushing me around like I was theirs to control, I wasn't having it anymore. I stopped for a few minutes, thinking of my revenge plan. But nothing came to mind. I started to think they were right, I was childish and I did need to grow up. So when I got home I just sat on the seat of the window in my room, remembering everything that had happened that day and cried onto my knees.

The next thing I knew it was dark. I must have fallen asleep. I started to sit up but suddenly a bright light blinded my eyes, making me cover my eyes with my arm and that's when I saw a boy standing in the middle of my room.