I cuddled closer to my poor excuse of blankets and tried to block out the angry voices that once soothed me to sleep. I flinched as a glass broke from downstairs.

This had been going on for so long now and I actually almost want to jump out of that window and fall to my death.

My life at school isn't great, either...

You see, I have something very abnormal... My eyesight and hearing are a lot more detailed and can see and hear things from miles away if I really concentrated.

I tried keeping this a secret as long as I could but as soon as I told on of my ex-best friends, he went and told the whole school about it... Oh yeah, did I mention that I was gay, too? That's what my parents are arguing about.

They don't like the LGBT community. They don't support it at all. They say that it's wrong and people shouldn't choose to be gay, bisexual etc. I've tried telling them that it's not a choice but they disagree...

My father barged in and slapped me across the face, his breath reeking of alcohole, "You son of a bitch! You were just a mistake!"

My eyes teared up as I held my stinging cheek, "N-no... You don't really mean that..."

He threw something onto the floor and it opened up - what looked like - some sort of portal.

He grabbed my collar, "Then you don't know me... At all..." He spat in my face and then let me go to fall into the green void.

I gripped onto his arm, holding on tightly, "I'm not giving up without a fight, Da!" I shouted in my Australian accent over the noise of the magic portal.

"Oh but you are..." He smirked and punched me on my temple, making me loose grip on his arm and my consciousness...

Peter Pan's POV

"Felix." I said, monotonously.

"Yes, Pan?" He seemed fed up because he huffed.

"Find the new boy and bring him to Camp." I smirked.

"As you wish..." He walked off, obeying my orders.

After a while of waiting, I got bored so I sat on a log and started playing my Pan Flute while the boys danced around the fire.

Felix stumbled into camp with a bruised cheek and an unconscious boy over his shoulder.

I raised my eyebrow and gestured my hands in question.

"Let's just say that he wasn't easy to get. He's quite the feisty one."

I smirked in response, "The feistier, the better!" I stood up and walked away, not bothering to heal his swelling. He's a tough lad, he'll manage...