Somewhere in Neverland.

                     Music blares as i slowly wake up. School, what a hellish place.
 "Adonis, wake up!" Whitney calls, and I groan. Whitney is my foster mother, and I'm currently the only child she's fostering.
 "Do I have to go to school?" I whine, and I heard her chuckle from down the hall.
 "This is your last year Mr.Senor, now get up." she orders, and I pout as I climb out of bed. I've been to multiple foster homes, but I can honestly say Whitney is the only foster mother that makes me feel like I'm really part of her family.
   I get ready, taking a shower and styling my hair when I'm done. I throw on a Day To Remember shirt, and skinny jeans with chains.
 "Whitney have you seen my Converses?" I yell, and I heard Whitney sigh,
 "I threw them out, they were all drawn on and smelled." I groan and run down the hall to the garbage can, hoping they're still there. No such luck.
 "I bought you some Osiris shoes though!" she calls, and I pout but head to the kitchen, and on the counter are green and black Osiris shoes.
 "Thanks." I mumble sadly. I'm grateful she bought me new shoes, but my old friends signed my shoes before I left for Florida. Jersey to Florida, that trip was horrible. Now don't think I'm the classic Jersey douche bag, I'm actually a pale motherfucker, short, thin, with natural platinum blonde hair. and stormy grey eyes. I don't think I even look close to a Jersey boy, or at least, I hope I don't.
     "Get to school!" Whitney urges, wheeling in with her wheel chair.I smile and bend down, giving her a hug before I leave. I'm 6'2 and I stand two feet above the 4'2 Whitney. She was born with a spine disease that completely stopped her from growing, and her weak back can't support her body, even though its paper thin and frail. Yet she's the only woman I will ever fear.
 "Goodbye." I smile, and run out the door, barely making it to the bus and I get on.

(Whitney)

    I turn on the television, for background noise as I clean, the news was on and I really wasn't paying attention, until I heard it.
    "A school bus has crashed, bus forty-three has crashed and only three students have survived the accident," The reporter cuts in,"More news from our street view, Cindy." I barely catch the rest as my mind registers. Bus forty-three? That's... Adonis's bus. My world comes to a crashing halt, as I stare at the television. It shows the three surviving students being whisked away in an ambulance, but Adonis isn't one of them.
         Adonis is dead.

  (Adonis)

    I remember the crash, the sharp pain, and the nothing that followed. But here I am, alone in the water, just floating on my back and staring at the bright, cloudless blue sky.
   "We got another one!" a voice calls, and I can see a tree slowly edging into my view.
 "Welcome to Never land!" A tall green haired boy greets me as he helps me stand on my feet.
  "W-what?" I wheeze, and a short boy smacks the green haired boy,
 "This isn't really Never land, but we also don't really know what it is. The best non religious explanation is that this is limbo, not heaven or hell. We just got stuck in the middle." The short boy explains, and I groan.
 "So I am dead?" I whisper, and a solemn look passes on the boy's faces.
 "As a door nail, like the rest of us." I sigh, and fight the tears that want to come rushing.
 "M-my mom, what will happen to her? She needs me." I panic, who will remind Whitney to take her medicine, or turn off the lights when she falls asleep in her wheelchair.
 "She'll just have to carry on without you." The green haired boy whispers, and I suck in a ragged breath. "It's okay to cry, we all did at first." I nod my head, refusing to cry, refusing to show weakness.
   "So, what do I do?" I ask, and the boys pause.
   "Well, this is an island. Lots of boys wash up from time to time, we all just hang. Like a forever vacation where we never age,hurt, or starve." The green haired boy explains.
   "A few years ago, or maybe last month, I helped build forty cabins to get some shelter, we build twelve every week." The short boy explains as we stop in front of a cabin.
 "So, which were you; a suicide, an illness, a murder, or an accident?" The green haired boy asks, and I wince.
   "Bus accident." I mumble, and the green haired boy nods.
  "You'll bunk with me in my cabin since we tend to keep accidents with accidents and suicides with suicides." The green haired boy explains softly," It helps with the grieving process." I nod my head and look at the short boy.
 "How'd you die?" I ask, and he shrugs.
 "Suicide." he chuckles, "Can't really remember the reason, or how. I only remember my name. Kevin, and Green Giant here is Skin, he died in an accident and can't remember anything." Skin shrugs and gives me a goofy smile.
 "How.. how can you joke about your own deaths?" I ask, and the boys sigh,
   "We've gotten over the painful part and just accepted, we died, we aren't going back." Skin explains, and I nod.
 "You'll understand after a few years." Kevin adds, and I shrug.