Hello :) So this is my first ever fanfiction story so I am a complete novice xD please review as any constructive criticism is very welcome and compliments even more so :P I hope you like my story!

Oh and I don't own any of this, all down to J.M. Barrie

Chapter 1

Lorna

I ran through the streets, my delicate shoes soaking up the rain and weighing me down and my dress made almost unbearably heavy by the water. Eventually I reached my goal: home, where I could see my mothers silhouette in the window, waiting for me? I scooped up my sodden dress and tripped through the door and up the stairs, when I reached the top something zoomed past me and into my mothers arms, my little brother Johnny.

"Johnny! I was beginning to worry about you!" Mother exclaimed blowing a raspberry on the little boys stomach. He giggled and snuggled up to her saying:

"Story mama! You promised, Peter Pan!" and looking adoringly into her face as she sat down on the bed,

"Alright then, it was a cold and rainy night-" She began,

I turned and sat down on the top step in almost complete shock, I was three hours late! There was a thunderstorm outside! It was dark! Damn it, anything could have happened to her, why weren't they worried? It seemed once she had outgrown those stupid Peter Pan stories her mother had flipped the coin from heads to tails and started focusing on Johnny, leaving her, Lorna, face down in the dust. No more. Head held high despite her bedraggled appearance she walked deliberately into the room which held her mother and brother. Her mother smiled

"Hello darling, I wondered when you'd be back, you're a bit soggy dear – why don't you go and dry off whilst I finish telling Johnny his story?" she gave me her best smile which I parried with a stony look.

"The reason I am 'soggy' mother" I hissed "Is because you were supposed to collect me from the party tonight! I was the only one lacking a chaperone and was forced to pretend it was normal for me to have to walk home late at night, unaccompanied and in the pouring rain! What must everyone think of me? Do you realise what you've done mother? You have become so wrapped up in your stupid stories about some stupid boy who you've made up to somehow reconcile with your innate inability to GROW THE HELL UP!" My pent up frustration now at last unleashed was brutal and I felt a pang of regret as I watched her face crumple but any apologies were prevented by Johnny who had flung himself at me and was flailing his tiny fists at me with all his might. I held him at arms length and told him as calmly as I could to

"Stop it." But he stared, red-faced and furious at me,

"Take it back, Lorna!" He squeaked "It is true, you know it is, you've seen the star!" I placed him on the ground and shot my mother a withering look.

"You know mother, sooner or later both you and Johnny are going to have to grow up, he's almost 7 now! Too old to believe in all this nonsense, he already gets teased at school for believing in fairies. If you want him to be prepared for the real word you must stop filling his head with mermaids and pirates and the like. As for you, you cannot avoid reality forever; a fact you should have realised long ago."

I turned and walked across the hall into my bedroom and closed the door. Once there I was rather at a loss, I had really said that...the look on her face...but what else could I do? Rumors of war were everywhere, now more than ever reality was the important thing. Nevertheless she would apologize to her mother. In the morning.

In the meantime Lorna crossed over to her bed and collapsed onto her front, enveloping herself in the downy duvet and falling, almost straight away, fast asleep.