Somewhere In Neverland ~Flykarth~

Chapter 1

A/N: Ho ho ho and merrrrrrrryy Christmas! I know I said I'd get this started in the new year, but as a Christmas present, here's the first Chapter! Let me know what you think, and I hope you all have an awesome Christmas and a happy new year! xox

  Alex's POV

Why, why, why, why, why! I growled in fustration as I carelessly threw things into my backpack. I didn't want to go to a proper school, I didn't want to be forced to sit in classes surrounded by people I will most likely hate. I don't get on well with people, I found them ignorant, stuck up, self involved and careless. And if I did get close to someone, I'd end up hurt somehow. I was close with my brother, but he ended up committing suicide, I had one friend, Alan, but he ditched me when he found out I was...different. He told me he couldn't be friends with someone like me.

But did I have a choice? Nope, of course not, my parents where forcing me. I was falling behind what was expected of someone of 'my age' and since Alan turned his back on me, they where worried I was 'shutting myself off from the world'. Yeah, I was, because the worlds evil, full of evil things, and evil people. I knew they where doing it because they loved me, and they wanted what was best for me, I just wish they understood. First they rip me away from my home England, now this. Don't get me wrong, I like it here, kind of, it was home, I guess. But, it's just not the point, soon as I become content, boom, something massive happens, flipping my world upside down.

As I threw the last few things, I suddenly felt like I was being strangled, like someone was cutting off my airwaves, wrapping their hands around my throat. My breathing became short and staggered, I felt like the walls where closing in on me, I was trying to scream, but no noise came out when I opened my mouth. I clumsily felt around my desk, desperate to find that little orange bottle containing my anti-anxieties. I hated taking them with a passion, but it was better then feeling like I was trapped in a tiny black box, no windows, no doors, no oxygen, being crushed, so painfully slow. I finally found them and shoved two down me, letting my body go limp and fall to the floor, curling myself into the fetal position, waiting for them to work. I knew I should have taken them earlier, fuck! I can't do this, I can't do school, especially a great big public school, no one could know who I was, what I was. Maybe if I acted normal I'd be ok...not that I knew how to act normal in the first place.

Finally I could breath again, and the walls returned to their natural state, not that they'd actually moved, but you get what I mean. I got myself up off the floor, straightening out my Blink 182 tee and grabbed my grey hoodie off my desk chair, putting it on. I didn't need it, it was like a hundred degree's out there, but it was like a comfort blanket to me, made me feel a little more secure. It also hid all the hideous scars up my arm, I couldn't let people see them, not now, not ever.
"Alex love, you ready?" My mom yelled up the stairs.
"Two minutes." I called back, slipping on my grey DC trainers before checking my hair in the mirror. It was about as good as it was going to get, it was long, thick, light brown with blonde highlights running through it. I had to keep it long, I was really insecure about my big forehead...yeah, thanks for that one mom! Or maybe it was dad, his was pretty big too, or maybe they just both doomed me. My eyebrows where dad's though, two big black slugs above my eyes...awesome...not! It's now or never I guess. I sighed, throwing my bag over my shoulder and made my way down stairs, on my way to begin my Sophomore year, and my very first year in a proper school since I was seven.

Matt's POV

  "Yo dude, come on, we're going to be late!" Jack whined, standing in my door way.
"Chill, we'll be fine!" I chuckled, "Looking this amazing take's time ya know!"
"And if you're not careful we won't fit your head through the door." He rolled his eyes. "Come on, it's the first day back, I don't fancy detention the second we walk in."
"Alright, hold up." I checked my hair in the mirror, perfect. I then moved my eyes to my plugs, I wore solid black ones today, went nicely with my tight, black short sleeved t-shirt, dark denim baggy jeans.and black van's.