Seeds Of Discord ~ A Peter Pan Fanfiction ***ON HOLD***

Chapter One ~ A Rough Beginning

Antoinette's P.O.V

I looked at the clock on my phone, it read 12:04 am. I couldn't sleep, because I had SAT's the next day. "Ughhh" I groaned "I might as well use this time to study." I was stressed out because my dad had ended up in the hospital the previous night with heart trouble.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Antoinette Peerson. I have three younger siblings, one brother and two sisters. My brother's name is Aiden and he's twelve. My twin sisters are Abby and Ally and they're eight years old. My mom went to the hospital to stay with my dad, and I was put in charge to babysit. Again.

Aiden and the twins were asleep in their rooms and I was in my room, trying to get this studying thing done. I was getting so overwhelmed that I tossed my homework aside started to cry. No, I wasn't crying over the homework. God. No, I was crying because I'm stressed out about school and worried for my dad. I was feeling very lonely and I needed an escape. I got up and trudged over to the window. It was a very cool October evening here in Maryland, and a slight breeze was blowing. I just sat there looking at a genuinely bright star and wishing I was anywhere but here. I felt a tear slip from my eye and I said aloud, "I wish that I wasn't alone anymore..." while looking at the star. I remembered all the childhood stories my mom would tell me about a magical place called Neverland, with all kinds of amazing creatures. Peter Pan, who was the leader of the island, the Lost Boys who were his loyal companions, mermaids and fairies and pirates. I hopped off the windowsill and went back to my bed.

Trying to figure out what the value of a in advanced math, was just not enough for my brain to handle. I fell back on the bed and stared up at the little white stars on my ceiling that I've had since I was eleven. The small glow from the stars made my head stop spinning and calm my thoughts. I didn't understand why my dad was sick. I didn't understand why my parents expected me to push myself to "be the best I can be." I just want space to breathe. I feel like there's always pressure on me to hold the family name together. But I don't belong here. Sometimes it feels like my own parents are resentful against me. 

Just as I was about to get back to work, there was a loud bang at the window. I jumped and turned around, shaking with fear whilst simultaneously scaring the hell out of me. I went to investigate and a transparent shadow waiting for me. I stood still, waiting for him to make a move. "Can I help you with something?" I called out to the shadow. He replied "You called for me, take my hand." I dared not take his hand. 

Again he said "Come with me, we must leave." 

"What are you? Where did you come from?" He said nothing. I was becoming anxious for my little siblings asleep in the other room. I started to back away, glancing around my room looking for any type of item I could use as a weapon. Again he said with more insistence in his voice "You called for me, and now you have to leave with me." I picked up the nearest book and hurled it at him. I was fully expecting him to double over in pain, but rather he looked down as it soared through his torso and gave a menacing chuckle. "I don't know who you are or what you want. You need to leave. Now." Just as I was about to  turn away, he grabbed me by the wrist and before I knew what was happening, I was whisked away into the unknown.