Alex's P.O.V. (point of view)
There is one place I have always wanted to go to. Never Land was the place you didn't have to grow up, your dreams could come true, and you didn't need to worry. It was a place of happiness, not loneliness. The thought of the lost boys always fascinated me. If I was wendy I Would never leave, instead i would take everyone i know there. Even I know at my age that this world was not a happy place. My own dear mom looks forward to death. I absolutely positively hate this planet! It's full of creatures that will harm anyone for their corrupt desire. Humans love is a dangerous thing, be it romantic or unconditional. Once you get attached, the other is bound to leave you like chopped liver.
I have experienced this many times, all supposedly unconditional, of course. The heartbreak from that was enough to know that romance was not for me. Caring about anything too much will hurt. That's why I do my best not to care at all, but being the person I am, I find I have to busy myself. By busy myself I mean pack my brain full of information that may or may not prove useful in my future. I don't just do this for a relieve I also do this for fun. I find that knowledge is fascinating, and due to my short amount of life experience I have some wisdom. I say short because I'm only 14, just recently actually. Most people would not expect me to have sense at first glance, but aren't we told not to judge.
Throughout my life, I have been many things. I have been a victim, a witness, a bully, a blue blood, a beggar, a villain, a hero, a student, a teacher, a traveler, an older sister, a school slacker, and a school conqueror. My name is Alexis Sky Barnaby, but I go by Alex. Because of my short hair, I am always confused for a male. I don't mind it really, and i actually feel empowered by it. Don't get me wrong if I try I can look like a beautiful young lady, but sometimes I just don't care. You know how I told you I'm a school champ well as of right now I'm late.
3rd P.O.V.
After Alex came out of deep thought, she glanced at the clock. With a shocked expression, she ran out the door, hoping she could make it to the bus, for the family vehicle had been totaled. Alex ran quicker than the speed of light with her book bags in hand, and might I add she has quite a lot of books. After running down the street, she made a left heading for the well known short cut. After passing through the narrow alleyway, she dashed right and luckily made her way to the bus.
Alex's P.O.V.
Slowly creeping up the bus aisle, I shyly found a seat. Sadly I'm a completely different person when I go to school because I have social anxiety. The ride to school is long and boring, so I busy myself with reading, and the time passes that way quickly. When the bus finally slows to a stop, I know we have reached our destination.
Although I love to learn and expand my knowledge, I can not stand how the school system is organized. Plus truth be told I don't have any friends, I only have a few acquaintances, and they are teachers. This is only because no female or male adolescent I have ever met has been able to hold an educated conversation with me, not to mention my commitment issues.
When I stand up, I begin to gather my bags and shuffle into the aisle to leave. Although nearly impossible, I manage to get off the bus without falling on my face from the pushing and shoving. Nevertheless, I dart to 1st period, and In this class, we were learning about pandemics.
3rd P.O.V
Alex became glued to her textbook, and the classes passed by quickly as they always do for her. Soon it was lunch, and Alex sat by what people would think were her friends.
Alex's P.O.V.
I analyzed the people around me. To me, the world was one big experiment filled with actions and reactions, and my life was nothing more than a mere observation.
3rd P.O.V
Alex soon consumed her meal and finished her classes. She now was getting off the bus, walking across the street.
Alex's P.O.V.
I was right in the middle of the street when I heard a long and loud honk. I turned my head to meet the eye to eye with a ferocious driver. After giving a cold and heartless glare, I heard the tires squeal loudly and skid to a stop. Less than a foot away from me, the car screeched to a halt. Every other car was stopped because of the bus, and what this driver just did was highly illegal, and they could be prosecuted. In my anger, I raised my boot and kicked the hood of the car as hard as I could. Not only did this relieve my anger, but it also left a dent, so I took off running. Using my well-memorized route, I made it home in a matter of minutes.
Because my day had been rather eventful, and I was exhausted, I almost instantly became inactive and unconscious on my mattress. After what didn't feel like a moment later, I woke up feeling chilly. The fact that I woke up from the removal of heat is strange because my room was well known in the family for being a thermos.
I quickly glance around at my surroundings, suspiciously as if knowing something was wrong. The window was open. The mere thought of an intruder made me worry for my family, so I quickly stood up and closed the window. Since I'm the only one in the room, it's okay to flip the light on. I grab my softball bat and creep through the hallway. After a thorough inspection and lock check, the house proved to be empty.
As I reached for my doorknob, I nearly threw the door open with anticipation as if I was a detective about to catch a well-known criminal. Instead of opening the door quickly and loudly, I opened it slowly and silently. To say I was shocked was an understatement. Judging by his attire and outdated black curly locks, he was a pirate. "What a pleaser, my boy, named Captain James Hook!" He bellowed. He swayed and slurred as if drunk off 100 bottles of rum. To say the least, he was definitely confused!
This was when I broke my shock and regained my composure. "The pleasure is all mine captain," I replied with a fake smile. I would not let this intruder getaway. "Do you appreciate fine art?" I question as I point to my paintings. Once he was distracted, I swung, hitting him precisely in the back of the head. He then fell unconscious. While I quickly checked to see if he was dead, I began to remove his hat. Working my way down to steal from the thief, I am quite thankful that garments from the 17 hundreds were full body.
3rd P.O.V.
Once Alex had removed the attire, she used it to replace her own. Although this situation was quite weird to say in the least, her brain began to rationalize it. She was in a dream: A dream of adventure, a dream of emotional freedom, a dream of life. She would get to experience an adventure worthy of a fine hero. Even though she knew it was temporary and she could forget it when she awoke, she was thankful. She knew at this moment she could do anything.
Alex's P.O.V
With a strange feeling of excitement, I began to search his pockets. I found a bottle of thick liquid that looked like ink, but after seeing the label, I knew better poison. The next item I found gave me plenty of joy. It was pixy dust. I could go to neverland. This has always been my dream. That was when I noticed my right pocket was moving back and forth. I slowly slide my hand into my pocket to reveal a glass box with a tiny person in it. A fairy! Ooh, this has to be one of my most vivid dreams. "If I let you out, would you please help me take him back to Neverland?" I asked while gesturing to Hook.
After a heated glare from the twinkling creature, she agreed with a nod of her head. I quickly let go of the mesmerizing organism and was surprised she actually remand still. Once Hook's binds were secured, I began to worry. What if I couldn't fly. What will I do, flying is the only way to get to neverland. The fairy, upon noticing my worry, hit me with something I couldn't see. I then realized it was pixie dust, and tried to think my most happy thought.
