This was the beginning of the best and worst time of my life. I was engaged to the most evil lost boy to every exist. Peter Pan. The stories I was told growing up with the fairies was a lie. They all lied.

So when I was expecting the boy in green to arrive to take my hand in marriage. I was hit in the head by the truth. My mother was preparing a feast. Just for him. That night when the party was to begin I stood in my room. I didn't want to see anyone. I had wished to be alone. As I sneaked of to the bathroom I bumped into someone.

I thought about the time I could have stopped myself from going.

"Ouch, im so sorry, I should have seen where I was going." I looked at the boy and blushed and bows in respect.

"You must be, Tilina, The lost boys heard so much about you. I am very glad to meet you. "

"um Tilina is not my name anymore. My mother keeps saying that but I changed it. I really hate that name." She shakes her head. "I will be heading back to my room then."

She then dashes to her room and closed the door in shocked.

Peter wanted to speak to her again. But after that night he never returned to their home.

I stood on the 16 feet away from the boy I say at the Party. I had wonder why he was here, was he a lost boy? I only sat looking at him "This is the day, I meet Peter Pan...How should I act?"