A girl steps out from behind a tree rather hesitantly, her choppy, short blonde hair hiding her eyes as her fingers dug mercilessly in the bark. "N-neverland? But.. That's just a myth.." She ducks back some, peeking through her bangs at the other teen. "A-and my name's not Nony! I-it's, it's Alice..."
"We’ll Alice." Peter chuckled, "Neverland is very real. I am curious as to how you got here."
Alice stared at him for a moment, slowly relaxing her grip on the tree, and taking a tiny step out. She wore a black and white horizontal stripped prison dress— it looked hand-made, held up at the waist by a belt. It was way too big; but then again, she was small, to put it mildly. “You’re not going to call the warden?”
Peter gave her a confused look, “Warden? Whats that? Like an adult?” He didn’t give her room to answer his questions before he spoke again, “There are no adults here. No parents, teachers, wardens, or even kings. Just me.”
Alice's face scrunched up, a sob ripping out of her as her knees hit the ground. Her tears left trails in the layers of dirt on her face; they made small, wet dots on her uniform. "I'm free," she whispered, her palms wiping at her cheeks. The next sob was from relief, and she smiled through her tears. Even if it turned out to be a dream, she was free somehow.











