(A/N-Hello and welcome to Of Dreams and Magic! I just had some random inspiration, and starting writing. This is my first Peter Pan fic, so please be kind, and no flamers. Hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE R&R! Cookies and PB&pickle sandwiches to my pal and beta, DonJuanTriumphs!)
Chapter One
I fell asleep watching Hook for the millionth time. I had just gotten my tonsils and adenoids out a couple months back, and had just regained my singing voice. I was singing "Second Star on the Right", when I was inspired to watch one of my favorite movies. That was when I had fallen asleep. I awoke with a start to see an odd shadow at the end of my bed. I jumped up, and grasped at it. My cat yowled, and jumped off the bed, running out of my room at full speed.
"How'd she get in here?" I thought aloud, shutting my door once again. I always slept with my door shut. I climbed back in bed and shut off the television. I was tired, but couldn't quite fall back asleep. I crawled to the end of my bed and opened the window and looked out. The sky was clear as crystal that night, the stars shining their brightest. I spotted the big dipper, and Orion, my favorite. I then saw the North Star, but for some odd reason, there was a large, bright star next to it, on the right.
"That's ironic," I said as I cocked my head to the side, just as a shooting star flew in the sky. I held my breath and sat up straight in awed shock at the beauty of the rare sight before me. It was a vivid yellow with shades of pink and orange running through the tail. It seemed to be coming straight toward my little town, before it disappeared. It reminded me of the movie. I closed my eyes.
"I wish I could go to Never-Neverland," I muttered. I knew it was a childish thing to do; I knew it wouldn't come true, but it just gave me hope.
My life wasn't going very smoothly or happily recently. My parents had recently split up, and my mother and I were dirt-poor, barely scraping along. We both had to work, and we'd only get 3-5 hours of sleep each night. I wasn't able to take frequent sick-days like I used to before the split-up. I couldn't miss any school. I had to get top grades this year, so I could get into a good college in two years, and make more money. I was in charge of a daycare after school, where I'd have a bunch of grade-school children some to my house after school, where we'd play, and I'd watch them until their parents came and got them. Often-times, I'd make up stories about Peter Pan. It was the only thing to keep them quiet and away from my room.
I had no social life or love life. In my town, I was an outcast. I was smart, got good grades, was some-what good looking, and confidant. Well, most of the time I was confidant. I'd had a few messed-up relationships before. I'd had 2 boyfriends before, and both were self-centered jerks. One of which had tried to rape me. Every day at school, I was shy to everyone, and kept to myself and my books. I was afraid of guys, yet I desperately yearned for the love and companionship of a man. Not a boy, but a man that was respectful, loving, and caring, that truly cared for me and my well-being. A man that would go through heaven and hell, and back again just for me.
I remembered watching fairy tales as a child, and wishing that I could be Jasmine and have a hottie adventurous man like Aladdin. Aladdin, the man that had a genie that would introduce magic and love in my life, to where I'd be happy. I wished that I could be Cinderella, and find that Prince Charming for me. I wished I could be Aurora, Sleeping Beauty, and have fairies to watch over me, and a man that loved me for me. He'd love me not for my possessions, or lack thereof, but for the me inside. But I knew that I'd never have that. Magic wasn't real, and most of all, fairies weren't real. I could wish all I wanted, but wishes never come true, no matter what. I bitterly sighed, and went to close the window again. The screen fell off, and clattered to the ground 3 stories below. I silently muttered some obscenities. I wouldn't be able to get it until tomorrow morning, when the owner would see it. I'd be sure to pay for the damage before Mom knew about it. I shut the window and lay back down. As I tried to sleep, I sweated profusely. It was too warm for the window to be closed in a small apartment without air conditioning. I opened the window once again and prayed that no insects would come in through my window and eat me alive. I went into the bathroom to get a drink and splash some cool water over my heated body. I crawled into bed, and glanced at the clock. I had 2 hours before I had to get up. I groaned, and closed my eyes, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
