Hey! I'm re-writing this because, I thought it turned out quite poorly. Well, please enjoy!~

Liz, Evil TeddyBear01!

I looked out at the night sky. My eyes were clouded with tears and I was shaken by the sobs that refused to let go of me.

Whenever I looked at the sky, I thought of Mama. She had loved the night sky. Now she was gone.

My parents had died in a horrid fire when I was seven. I lived in an orphanage until I was nine and I was sent to live with my Aunt Dorothy when I was ten. Then she died of a heart attack an hour ago. As a twelve year old in 1938 what was I supposed to do? Now she was dead. It was 3:00 in the morning, so no one was on the streets. An awful pain tore though my body. My life was over. I sat down on the curb and started to cry.

Normally, I wouldn't be sorry. I disliked my aunt, greatly. She was nice and all, but, she made me do girly things. Like, wear frilly dresses and sew and the such. She always told me that I was supposed to say, "Please and thank you and excuse me." I hated it.

But… now, I had nowhere to go, no one to talk to and no one to care for me. "Oh, mama!" I yelled at the sky. "Why did you have to go!"

Suddenly, I heard a voice from above me.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A boy said.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm crying!" I snapped

"But why?"

"Well my parents died in a fire, so I lived with my aunt for two years. Then she died an hour ago! Now I have NO WHERE to go! " I snapped at him. Who was the kid, trying to talk to me?

"Sorry! I had no idea that you were important"he snapped.

I considered this. After all he was just trying to help. "Sorry." I muttered. "I'm just….. hopelessly lost." I said. He seemed nice enough.

I turned around to see him. Then I gasped.

This boy was hovering over me! He had light reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in leafy clothes. I thought his clothes were amazing! No one in London wore leaves, so, I thought it was strange, yet, lovely. I thought of my own appearance.

I had long jet-black hair, with brown eyes. I was wearing my long white nightgown that was tied with a faded sash. My hair was most likely a mess and my nightgown was wrinkled and stained.

I ventured forth. "What is your name?" I asked.

"Peter Pan, what's yours?"

I raised my eyebrows. Pan was an….interesting last name. "Lily Marie Johnston." I said.

"Where do you live, Peter?"

"Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning." I was very confused about his address, but I held my tongue.

"Can I see your home?" I asked. Neverland also sounded interesting and I wanted to see it.

"Alright. Only if you can stomach Indians, mermaids, faeries, pirates and Lost Boys!" he said, joyfully.

"Peter!" I cried. "You don't actually believe in that rubbish do you? I mean, mermaids and faeries NEVER existed and pirates and Indians haven't lived for many years and Lost Boys well, they don't exist either!" I said, even though I had NO idea what a Lost Boy was.

Peter looked hurt. "Lily." He said, quietly. "They do exist. I'll prove it!"

I didn't believe him, however I said, "Alright Peter, you prove it to me!" After all, we were only children! Why couldn't we play little games?

Peter looked joyful. "Alright, then! Can you fly?"

I was shocked. "No! No one can!"

Peter laughed. "Oh but, I can!" With that, he leapt into the air and started spinning around. Three feet off the muddy ground. It was amazing!

Now, I got the idea that Peter was not exactly of this world but, this was incredible!

Now I was REALLY going to "Play along!" I had always wanted to fly!

So, after ten minutes, Peter and I were above the clouds and towards a "mysterious island" as Peter called it!

And, for the first time in five years, I was extremely happy. My luck was changing after all!