Peter Pan: Lost Girl

Chapter One: Hello, My Name Is...

A/N: The picture is Victoria
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Ch. 1
Hello, My Name Is...
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My name is Victoria. I don't have a last name because I grew up without a family. I'm 10 years old and I live in the streets of London. I quite like it here. Never knew much else. I help street vendor ladies with their set-ups in exchange for food and clothing. Although, I haven't got much of either. I have a pet kitty. I named her Queen. She comes and goes. Sometimes, when I'm helping the vendors, I see Queen in the shadows. I never chase her though, Mrs. Pritchard told me not to.

It gets quite cold out here during the night. I have a nice coat to cover up though, and it only has 6 holes! I'm so lucky. Sometimes, when it snows, I hide in a little hole in the station because it's just the right size for a little girl. Sometimes though, I think of Mummy and Daddy and why they didn't want me, and I get sad. But it's okay, Mr. Hemming cheers me up with striped candy sticks. And when it's night time and I get sad, I snuggle with Mr. Brown. He's the teddy bear I found lying on the ground 2 years ago. I didn't want to leave him to feel like me so I picked him up. Now we both have a friend!

Today, Ms. Serive told me the story of Peter Pan. The guardian angel that protected lost kids. She told me one day, he'd come to protect me, too. I can't wait! Mr. Pan sounds fantastic!

Last night was an extra cold night. My coat didn't work well and I woke with frost in my hair. It was pretty, but still cold. I heard music coming from the house to my left. It was pretty music, but the owner doesn't like children. So I couldn't go inside. I bet they had lots of fun!

Tonight seems like it's going to be another cold night in the streets of London, so I should try to find a blanket for the night.

I asked Mrs. Pritchard if she had something, but she only sells apples. Mr. Brown only sells foods. Ms. Serive sells charms. Mrs. Maria sells clothes and blankets but she doesn't like me much. Her husband despises children so she doesn't treat me well. I'll have to go another night without a blanket. But that's quite alright. I've survived worse in these alleyways.

I closed my eyes to fall asleep. Just as I was drifting off, I heard someone whisper "Victoria..."