Lost Boy

The girl

A young girl walks the dark cold streets of the bustling town. It was cold, dark, and her feet were numb. She had no shoes and the only clothes on her were a torn shirt and oversized shorts. A she shivered from the freezing cold she clutched her only belonging. A story book given to her by her mother before she had pasted. A story of a land where children never grew old. Where there was magic and happiness. Where the only worry was a man named Captain Hook, trying to get Peter Pan back for what he had done.
As she steps into an alley her legs break down on her. They were numb, she could hardly notice the purple growing on her legs. For her eyesight had also been fading on her. She looked up, searching for the moon. She couldn't find it, maybe for the angle or the vast amount of light blocking her view. All of a sudden she sees a young boy appear before her. His smile seemed that it could brighten anyone's day just my catching a glimpse of it.
"Hello! My names Peter! Peter Pan!" She looks at him, wondering why, of all people, he would come to her. He holds out her hand, gesturing her to grab it. She stands up, her legs were no longer numb. She could see as well. She grabbed his hand and after the boy sprinkled some dust onto her, they were off. She looked down and saw her old home, at least the rest of it. It was charred and dusty. No one was near it, no one was weeping. No one cared.
Soon they were flying over water, and came to a sunny land. Where there were trees, forest, sand, animals, grass, and a small town. They landed on the beach as the girl feels the sand filling in the space between her toes. She smiles, and runs around. Giggling and smiling.
"Peter Pan!" A man yells, the said boy looks at the girl as he run off together into the forest. They laughed as they came across a town full of kids. Another girl, who had addressed herself as Wendy, came up to the girl.
"Welcome! I see you're new to Neverland! Here you'll never grow old and always be happy! Meet tinker bell! She's a fairy!" A small person, glowing and making small bell noises held out their hand. The girl shook her hand with her pointer finger. The girl, in joyous tears looks around. She had a family again.

The streets quiet down as few are there to walk it. No one knows of the young girl who had peacefully taken her last breath in the cold alleyway. She had died from hypothermia, though with holding that story book she looked happy.