Neverlanding Home

Chapter 1

Hi you guys!! This is my first story and I hope you like it!

Dear Diary,
I don't like my new school at all, this is my second secondary school, and it is the worst. The academics here are terrible, and most of the girls here make their uniforms look inappropriate. Plus I hate how the teachers teach, and you are not allowed to read in the classroom. I wish I can move away from here and live in a magical place. I hate being a teenager.
Love Always,
Emma

Emma finished writing her diary entry and hid her diary in her bedroom under a pink blanket next to her window. Emma went down stairs and found her mother in the kitchen. Emma's mom was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and Emma joined her mother at the table.
Emma: How are you Samantha?
Samantha: You don't get to call me Samantha, I am your mum. Next time you call me Samantha is when you are 18.
Emma laughed: Okay mummy. So how are you?
Emma's mum: I am doing okay, just a little tired. Oh Emma before I forget, you have to watch your Aunt Wendy and Uncle Edward's children, you know Jane and Danny.
Emma snarled: Jane is a witty know-it-all little snob and Danny is just a wonderful boy who believes.
Emma's mum finished the newspaper and puts the paper down on the table.
Mum: Believes in who dear?
Emma screamed: PETER PAN MUM!
Mum: You don't need to shout dear! You will be babysitting your cousins tomorrow right after school and don't forget to bring your nightgown because you will be staying with your aunt and uncle for the night.
Emma: Why?
Mum: I'm going to a dinner party with some friends from work and it will be too late for me to pick you up. Now Emma, it's 8:30 you need to go to bed.
Emma: Oh okay mum, can I say goodnight to father first?
Mum: Of course.
Emma's father name was John and he died during the Second World War in a battle over in Europe. His urn was next to a photograph of him and the urn was in her father's office. Emma walked into the office, closed the door, and sat in her father's old chair next to the ashes.
Emma whimpered: Hi dad, I miss you so much and I have been thinking about what you told me before you left to fight in the war. You know about the story with you, uncle Michael, aunt Wendy, and Peter Pan. I am just hoping I can see him, just like you-
Emma's mother barged into the office and screamed: We will not have this nonsense in this house! Your father loved you dearly and I bet he would want you stop talking about this Peter Piper fellow-
Emma started to cry more: PETER PAN MUM!!
Mum: Well that's enough!! Emma, you will be fourteen in a few months! You need to start to acting like a grown up not like a little girl anymore!! Off to bed young lady!!
Emma hurried upstairs to her bedroom and slammed the door. She lit a candle in her room so she could see, Emma started to cry more and more. She went to her window and sat down next to her pink blanket. She weeped into her blanket and suddenly she stopped crying because she heard a knock at her door. Emma went to the door and opened it.
Mum: I'm sorry for what I said earlier. Sweetie, we will talk about this more in the morning before you go to school-
Emma was suddenly filled with rage: YOU NEVER BELIEVED LIKE DAD AND I! I WISH YOU WOULD LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
Emma slammed the door and got changed into her pink nightgown. She was angry at her mother and more hurt about what her mother said. Emma went to her window, grabbed her diary, and brought the diary to her bed. She tucked the diary next to her in the bed.
Emma whispered: I'll always believe in you Peter Pan.
Just before she closed her eyes, something moved by her window, and then she heard a loud thud.