If you had ever asked me if I believed in Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny, I would have said no. I never believed in anything I couldn't see for myself, and I absolutely never believed in Peter Pan, so I would have never thought that I would be flying over London with Peter and my sisters off to Never Land. Because of my sisters, I was forced to grow up fast since my parents never seemed to have the time for us.

"I don't know if I can do it Peter, be a mother. I don't know any stories; I don't know anything about being a kid. I grew up to fast, I don't know if I can go back." Said Angela. It was true, she didn't know anything about being a kid.

"Of course you can go back, anyone can, you just have to let everything go and let your imagination take over. It's not hard to do." said Peter. "We're almost there, come on everybody!" They flew through a poof of clouds and then they began to see the island of Never Land. "Follow me!" he said diving towards the ground.

They all landed in a clearing in front of a very strange tattered old tree. "Lost Boys, Lost Boys! Come out and play!" shouted Peter.

"He's back!"

"Peter's back!"

"Wake up, Peter's back!" They heard rustling and bustling and soon popped out heads of young boys. Blond hair, Brown hair, Blue eyes and Green eyes. They all came to crowd around the group.

"Lost boys, meet Wendy, Moira and Angela Darling, they're going to be our new mother!" said Peter.

"But where's Wendy, the real one?" said a boy with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. He looked about 10 years old and wore a loin cloth with pictures painted on it.

"And I'm not real?" said Wendy, a bit disappointed.

"You're not the real Wendy, you're the..I don't know!" said another boy with bright red curly hair and brown eyes. He was wearing what seemed to be a mess of clothes and animal skins jumbles together to makes a shirt and pants.

"This is a different Wendy, like the twins, except they don't look the same!" said Peter.

Angela felt a bit queer being around all these savage looking boys. How did they come here, bit Peter find them like he had found us?

(On the Pirate ship.)

"Captain! Captain! It seems that the boy has returned, and he's brought three girls with him!" said Smee. "Excellent! Excellent! My father will be avenged; Peter Pan and his Lost Boys will not escape Captain James Hook again!" said a young man. He had longish dark black hair that he had pulled back into a pony tail.

"Smee, get the crew together, we're off to the Mermaid lagoon, if he has girls with him, they'll want to go to see the Mermaids and we'll be there waiting for them." He said.

"But Captain, what about the Mermaids? Won't they try to worn Peter, they do get awfully jealous."

"They won't be able to resist what I have to offer them." He said holding up a silver hand mirror encrusted in pearls and jewels. It was true, Mermaids were very vain, and although they did enjoy Peter, with this mirror they would not be able to stop looking at themselves.

(Back with Peter.)

"Now, since you're our mother, you have to tell us stories. Up to the house everyone!" said Peter flying up into the sky. Angela looked at the trees and spotted a small little house hidden among the branches and leaves. The Lost Boys climbed up the tree trunks so Angela, Moira and Wendy flew up.

The house was small inside, only one bed in a big open space. The Lost boys and Peter sat around in a circle around the bed so Wendy and Moira went to sit on the bed. Angela was quite unsure if she should site there, she didn't know any stories, her sisters knew so many more, she would never be a good mother to anyone.

Moira being a very peppy girl and loved making up stories started telling them of the infamous story of the Black Pearl, the cursed Pirate ship. Wendy and Moira took turns telling the story of Jack sparrow and Will Turner and their magnificent adventure.

"So, Jack hides in the blacksmith, where he finds the craftsman out in a drunken sleep. So he grabs some tools to get the cuffs off. Then he is attacked by Will Turner." explained Moira. The Lost Boys were stiff with suspense and loved the gallant sword fight between the Ruddy Jack and the smith Will Turner.

"Elizabeth starts a fire with all the provisions that were hidden so that the English navy could come and rescue her. Jack wakes up with a surprise, but all he can think of is what has she done with the rum?" The Lost Boys laugh in an uproar, even Angela liked that part.

They finished the story off and it was already day break. Angel was quite tired and felt very sleepy. Moira and Wendy however were in a hyperactive state of being and were bouncing around with the rest of the boys. Angela lied down on the floor and drifted off to sleep with the wild sounds of the Lost Boys crowing and beating of drums in a distant red skin camp.

A/N: Ok, still nothing really happening, but It'll come soon!