Neverlands Girl (Ouat Peter Pan X Reader)

Chapter 1: Isolation In The Orphanage

(Y/N P.O.V)

I sat in the orphanage, on my beds nice, soft, light blue blankets. My stomach screamed for food, but I couldn't have any. All the other teenage girls were downstairs eating the mashed potatoes and pork chops. I flash backed to what happened.

I was trying to get out of the place. A small rope dangled from the wooden ceiling of the orphanage and a small hole in the roof, just about the size of me, was my goal. All the other girls cheered and clapped, some shouting for me to get down, but most of them cheering as I was so close to the top! So close!

Today's the day! I had thought.

The darkening sky was just out of reach before the rope jerked and I fell down, flat on my back. I got 'that's gotta hurt' and 'oohhhs' from the other teenage girls. A groan escaped my lips and my eyes opened sightly to see the slight blur of a chunky figure. I squinted and my vision finally became clearer. Mrs. Linster.

Great..

A glare was spread across her face and she was tapping her foot impatiently against the floor.

"This is gonna be good." One of the girls whispered from the crowd and was quickly silenced by the death stare of Mrs. Linster.

"Now, what do we have here young lady?!" She sassed at me.

I heaved a sigh and pushed myself up to face her pimpled and wrinkly face. She stared at me with her dull grey eyes and he brown hair spiked around, covering bald spots on her head.

"Getting stronger by climbing a rope. Duh." I retorted.

Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips curled back. I wasn't scared one bit.

"It didn't look like you were climbing a rope.." She hissed, spit flying onto my face.

I put a look of pure disgust on my face and ran a hand down my face, flicking her spit off my hand dramatically.

"And it doesn't look like your trying to be a human being. More likely a spit flying wombat!" I sassed.

End of flashback.

And that's how I got here. The loud laughter of the teens downstairs made me doze off as I stared out the window and my eyes gazed over the oily city. The dark, oily city.

Gosh, what happened to this world?

Police sirens sounded through the city and I bit my lip. Oh how badly I wanted to be free! But they would find me. The police, the news. They would look for me. But, I had to have hope. I had to be strong. Believe.

That's when I felt it. Tears. Hot tears. Running down my face. My mother taught me to believe. Seconds before the car slammed into ours. Seconds before her head slammed against the steering wheel and she went limp. My hands brushed against my face, wiping the tears away.

"This is no time for crying!" I spoke out loud.

"You have to think of a way out." I spoke quieter.

My brain decided to not cooperate so I just stared out the window, at the never ending city. So dull. So loud. I hated it. I wanted freedom! This orphanage is not freedom. Its jail for hundreds of heartbroken children. And I wasn't gonna stay here any longer.

My gaze fixed towards a clock on the side of the wall.

6:37

Supper ended at 7:00, giving me a good 23 minutes to escape. I smirked and bounced off my bed. My feet danced across the cold wooden floor to a little closet across the room.