Okaay people just to cover a few ground rules, if you don't like my story, just stop reading and go find another story. I wont read flames, BUT, if you leave a nice helpful suggestion, I will read it. My friend told me to write this, so if you don't like it, there are so many other stories that you are welcome to read.

I quietly watched as the ten people I trusted the most gathered into the sitting room. The couch was quite uncomfortable, but my bedroom could not hold eleven people comfortably. My head pounded like a drum, but nothing was going to stop me from telling them the truth, they deserved it. I wasn't going to back down, not after debating for so long, "I know that you are all wondering why I wanted to talk to you after all that has happened in the past month. I have decided to tell you the story of my life, up to this point. There is a lot to tell you, so I'll do a little each day. Please don't interrupt or I wont be able to get as far. It all started in the first world...

I never knew my parents, they disappeared while my brother and I were infants. We were placed in an orphanage (that is a place for parentless children, all of then are cared for by harsh men). I was the only female orphan there (the woman who took care of the babies decided to not tell them, she didn't like them). I wouldn't have known if it weren't for a solid gold locket around my neck. Inside it was a note:

My dearest Petra,

When you were born, both your father and I were delighted, but surprised.

We thought that we would only have one child, a boy. So getting a daughter as well was exciting.

We decided on Petra, the female version of Peter. Our dearest wish is that you will become the opposite of him.

Having two of anything at once is overwhelming. So please, if you are not already, become his opposite.

The reason I write this is your father and I have many enemies, and we may not be safe for much longer.

Your loving mother, Karen Pan

Many people tried to adopt either my brother or I, but we refused. We never wanted to be separated. Then one day, we were both put in a carriage with four other boys, and our most strict teacher. After a long and painful ride, we arrived at the dock (yes, that is the place where you tie up boats). It was there that we discovered that we were going on a boat. The ship's name was the Neverland (ah, I see that you recognize the name) and it was ship that really needed a complete change. When I say that I mean a complete repair, and a new crew from the captain, to the cook.

My brother and I both snuck from our room on the ship to get food, because all we got per day was a pot with disgusting liquid with worms, rotten food, and occasionally a rat (wouldn't you love to eat that?). My brother, Peter made friends with two rich children named Matthew and Molly Aster. They were the ones who told us about starstuff (whoa, hold the questions, I was just getting to that!) magical dust that gave magical powers. It fell from the sky, and if a creature was around a lot of it for a long time they would change. Tinkerbell was a bird before Molly's dad put her in a bag with it. I am the example of what happens to a human (boys! sit down right now! it hasn't fallen since I was fifty, and even then, it would probably kill you). Somehow, a pirate found out that our ship had a huge trunk of it, and they started to chase us. They didn't get it, Molly and Peter threw it overboard. But the Neverland wrecked on an island, and the pirate barely avoided crashing. Peter, Matthew, Molly and I fought against the ships second in command and the pirate over the trunk. It ended up changing a large group of fish into mermaids, and while Molly distracted the men, Peter opened the trunk, and moved the gold container with the starstuff in it with Matthew. But they ended up almost passing out, and gave it to me, and I hid it. It was partly in the water, and I was swimming in the water for half an hour. That's how I ended up like this. Mr. Aster, an expert in starstuff made Matthew, Peter and I fairies to help us stay out of trouble. Then we, along with the other four orphans were left on the island, which Peter named Neverland. My fairy was named Thomas, and Matthew's was named Talia.

Now I need to sleep, my head hurts too much to keep talking. Could you two carry me?"