Waking up next to someone you don't know is not a vary comfortable thing . Then again neither is having to leave your house and being on the run your whole life but I guess ill start to get use to it. Ever since my parents found out that I wasn't like the others, that I was different, or special as they put it. People wanted to run tests on me. I was hooked up on machines at the age of ten. I couldn't go to school or be with my friends or do anything, Nope! When I was ten at 5am in the morning everyday I would be brought somewhere to do tests. I didn't have much of a life. That's why I left when I could. one night I couldn't take it anymore I hoped out window. I didn't know where I was going or when I would be there or even if I would make it but I had to try. anywhere would be better then this. There are others out there like me I'm sure of it. I just need to find out where. I know for sure there are because I saw something that night I left. Something magical something interesting and intelligence, someone. It was a boy and he was flying I just saw a glimpse of him, blue eyes and blonde hair. I hope nobody sees him, i hope he is not found, I need to find him but I think I'm going in the wrong direction. It's been 3 days since I last saw him. I'm heading north because he was to but what if I'm going the wrong direction. how will I know. Maybe he saw me that night. Maybe he'll find me, I hope he dose. It's really scary sleeping beside homeless people and roaming the streets by myself at night I hate it. Should I just go home and be my parents little lab rat? No I won't never. I'm supposed to feel safe with my parents. Comfortable but do I even know no what those words mean anymore. How could I. My parents look at me as a project now. I'm not there little girl anymore. Life is different now I need to hide!It's been 5 days, still no sign of that boy. I'm cold, hungry and I'm pretty sure lost so even if I want to go home I can't. I've some how found my way in to a forest. It's 5:00 pm according to my watch. I don't know if it even still works but it's got to be around that time, I'm sure of it. I should try and find food some how, maybe find a stick and some sting and make some kind of fishing rod. Ha! Who do I think I am Jorge of the jungle or something? Okay I think I've finally lost it, I'm going crazy, definitely going to die out here ,for sure. If remember anything from reading that will help me survive is I need food, water, shelter, and warmth, and I have none. I build a fire and try to keep warm under a tree. Now darkness has fallen. As I sit by the warm fire with nothing but a blanket that i had taken off my bed as I left wrapped around me, my eyes start to get heavy as I struggle to stay awake, my eyes fluttering as they fight to keep open. The next morning I wake up somewhere. Not where I fell asleep... It's dark in hear, I hear voices, a door above my head opens, first I see a bright cloudy stormy sky, next a man with long hair a mustash and a hook for one of his hands. I stand up and crawl out of what seemed to be some kind of crate. I'm on a boat surrounded by pirates. Who are you I ask, why I'm your new captain. Captain Hook I look up in to the sky, there he is I say, there who is hook say. The boy I saw out side my window the night I left he was well he has blond hair and blue eyes and has brown pants and vines wrapped around him. Dose he fly hook says. I look down and Galp how can I tell him I don't no who he is he might try and captured him and run tests. I won't let that happen. All of a sudden the boy flys down to the ship. Release her at once hook or else. Or else what Peter Pan hook replays. I gasp Peter Pan. When I was a little girl my mom use to tell me story's about him but I thought he was just a story. Hook grabs me and throws me in the seller again, everything gets loud and then all goes quite. Pan opens the crate, hello I'm Peter Pan and you are? Trish rogerson, I've been watching you! You have? Yup your just like me
Why where you in the human world? What do you mean I was born there. I don't think so there's only won way you can be the way I am. Am how is that pan? My father is a fairy and my mother is a worrier. Are both your parents fairies or is it just one and why did they move away from never land. Non of my parents are fairies. Then there not your parents said Peter. I sit back and look confused, I'm alittle upset but It make sense to me.what kind of parent would have there kid hooked up to machines there hole life if they didn't have to be. I'm a little upset but not that much after all I did leave them. They probably weren't even looking for me they hate me.
