His Lost One
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  • Reads 107
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 33m
Ongoing, First published Apr 15, 2016
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Rebecca is a good student, with pretty good grade. Her parents find out that she has a 'C' in a class and tell her off for it, threatening to take her out of softball, one of the few things in life she truly enjoys. In her rage she storms off into a forest where she tries to calm down. 

She falls unconscious and when she wakes up she's on a beach. She has no idea where she is, but she's greeted by non other than Peter Pan. At first she doesn't believe it, but he uses magic once, and she doesn't question him.

She stays with them, but she quickly finds out that no matter how much she tries to find in that she can't. She's a girl and they're all boys. 

This makes things difficult and she's not one to play by the rules. This causes problems between Rebecca and Pan. 

When Rebecca finally gets fed up and does something drastic and Pan realizes that she is important and special to Neverland. He knows that he can't lose her.
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DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 SO IT'S REALLY BAD "Nothing of your concern," he muttered. I frowned, "why Peter? Why do you do this?" My words came out rather harshly then I had intended, making Pan stand up and walk to me, his eyes glaring into my soul and slowly burning it into ash. "First of all, you do not call me Peter. And secondly, I do what I want, you have no control over me, princess," he spat. I smirk, "what? Is Peter your weak name? A name that shows exactly what you are?" He rolls his eyes, "and what's that?" I take a step closer to him, our faces only inches away, "an unloved, lonely, lost boy."