I wake up hearing a strange noise. I look at my alarm clock. 2.46 am. Dammit. I turn to my other side and try to get back to sleep. Just when I'm almost asleep I hear the noise again. No wait, there're voices. I listen carefully. "Are you sure this is it?" Sounds like a boy of my age. "Yes I am. This is Gwendolyn's house. You'll find exactly who you need." What a creepy voice. Wait a second? How does he know my name? And what does he mean by "who you need"? I jump out of bed and grab the first thing I see that could probably defend me. There's a moment of silence. Then I hear the boy again. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get her." The window flies open and two silhouettes fly into my room. I'm too afraid to scream or move. "Who are you?" I whisper, frozen to the ground. It's the boy who answers. "Doesn't matter. The only thing that matters now is that you're coming with us, Gwendolyn." He looks deep into my eyes. "What? I'd like to see you try." I lift the thick book that I picked up to defend myself with. The boys smirks. "Oh love, I don't have to." He waves his hand and I get really dizzy. The last thing I remember are his strong arms catching me. After that, everything went black.
I wake up in a strange room. I look around. Where on earth am I? Suddenly my memories came rushing back. The boy and how he waved his hand, making me collapse. No, that couldn't be true. I must be dreaming. I pinch myself, hoping that I'll wake up. But I don't. This is real. I get up and walk around. There's a small closet in the room. I open a door, hoping that it leads outside, but it doesn't. It leads to a small washing room. I go in there and wash myself. I walk back into the room and open the closet. It contains a few clothes, all green, made of some kind of cotton and... leaves? I look at my own clothes. Uhm clothes? I'm still in my pyjamas. I pick up some clothes and put them on. They're actually pretty comfortable. Now I'm all dressed up and well, I start looking for a way out of this room. I notice a hatch on the floor and try to open it. Locked. I try to kick it open, but it doesn't work. The window is definitely too small to get through. Just when I'm about to kick the hatch again I hear a small click and it flies open. "Look who finally woke up." I freeze. It's the same boy who kidnapped me. I look at him. He's wearing the same kind of clothes as I do. He has brown hair with a cute flip in it. But the most outstanding are his eyes. They are deep green and intense, like a forest in the spring. "You like your new room?" He asks, getting me out of my thoughts. I get angry. "I don't even know you! Where am I?" He gives me a semi-confused look. "Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter, Peter Pan. And you, dear, you're in Neverland."
