POV
"Ahhh!" I screamed and skidded to a stop in the air. Where was I? Basically everything had changed! There were little specks below the clouds that were zooming down and up black lanes or streets. The air was not as clean. You could smell a disgusting odor in the clouds and taste something bitter. They were still as white as ever but the clouds had changed.
I dove downward until I was flying just over the streets. People were walking on the side of these streets, their clothing was defiantly different from the last time I was here. Girls were wearing their underclothes, and boys were wearing clothes that didn't fit them quite right.
This was odd! What was going on?
I knew one person who would have the answers.
Wendy.
I went straight to the Darling's home only to find no one home. Everything in was upturned, as if someone were searching for something and couldn't find it. One thing though that did interest me, was a small note on Wendy's floor (at this moment I was grateful that Wendy had taught me how to read in Neverland). This is what it said,
H e l p
It was Wendy's writing! But where was she?!
Please please review! I would love the feedback! More soon to come! Maybe I'll write a Twilight fanfic?
Just to let you know this is my first fanfic story.
JW