Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Peter Pan.

For the sake of this fic, Peter left Neverland (and I believe that he was forever eight) and lost his memory. This will be explained later. He is now sixteen and in high school in the US.

All children grow up, though they may not like it.

As it was, the first day of junior year seemed like staring down the barrel of a gun to all students. It brought with it more studying for harder tests as well as the SATs.

No one hated waking up that morning more than a certain girl named Wendy Rachel Jackson.

Wendy was not your typical teenage girl. She was never invited to parties, she didn't have a boyfriend, and her favorite activity was reading in the library. She had some friends at school, but they all did different things. The only time she really was able to see them was at lunch, and they were always too busy to get together on weekends.

Because of this, Wendy woke up on that morning in September believing that the only thing that would change this year was the workload.

She had no idea how wrong this was.

Her day started in the usual way. She sat on the bus in her usual seat and listened to her iPod. She wasn't friends with many of the kids who were at the bus stop, and she definitely wasn't going to entertain the Freshmen.

She was so immersed in her own little world that she didn't notice the new boy get on at the next stop. She didn't even know that he sat down next to her because she was looking out the window the entire time.

She concentrated on the rain. She thought it was an appropriately bleak start to the year that her older friends had warned her would be like going through Hell.

And it seemed like they were all going to be right. When she got to school and went to homeroom, Wendy received her new schedule. She took one look at it and winced. Was the school board conspiring against her? It seemed as if she had gotten every teacher her friends had warned her about. Was that even possible?

Wendy groaned and reminded herself that she had gone through some really bad teachers in the past. She could deal with them, so perhaps she would be able to deal with these new teachers.

Wendy took out her notebook that had various writings in them. She had written countless poems and short stories. This wasn't her first notebook, either, as she had filled quite a few since she started writing in middle school. As she wrote more, her style became better and better. Sometimes, she would look back on her earliest writings and would cringe at how bad they were, but she kept them to remind her of how she started.

That was when the bell rang for first period, telling her that she had to start her day and her year.

Wendy was dreading the beginning of actual work by the time the day ended. All of her teachers seemed to be asking more than she had ever been asked before. With a sort of nostalgia, she remembered how she almost never had homework in Freshman year, and now it seemed like she would have no time for anything else.

She sighed as she pushed open the door of the school's library. "Happy new school year, Wendy," greeted the librarian, Mrs. Baker. The librarian knew all the teachers in school, but she knew few of the students. The only reason Mrs. Baker knew Wendy was because she was always in the library.

Wendy put her stuff down on one of the tables and went straight to the adventure section. She picked a book that seemed promising and sat back down at the table. The tale was quite thrilling, with pirates, magic, and sword fights.

She was right in the middle of a thrilling fight when she noticed that someone had sat down next to her. She looked up from her book to see someone she was definitely sure was new to the school. He then looked up as well, and an awkward silence ensued before Wendy decided to break it.

She held out her hand for him to shake. "Hi, I'm Wendy Jackson," she introduced herself.

"Peter," he said, shaking her head. "Peter Pan."

Wendy let out a small laugh. "Wow, I thought my parents were the only ones to be crazy enough to name their kid after a character from that story."

"I don't have any parents," Peter said, and Wendy immediately knew that she had said the wrong thing. She was about to apologize. He stopped her before she could, though. "It's ok, I have foster parents. I can't remember my real parents, anyway. I woke up one day when I was eight. I was in an alley, and someone brought me to the foster care center. That night, they played a movie for all the kids, and it happened to be the Disney movie. I didn't remember my real name, and everyone seemed to like the main character, so I decided that it was going to be my name, too." He then looked like he realized something. "I'm sorry, you didn't ask for my life story. It's just that you're the first person who's talked to me at this school."

"Yeah, I get that kids at this school could probably ignore a new student," Wendy said. "It may not be nice at first, but I don't mind that most people at this school ignore me. Most of them seem a bit too stuck up."

"But you have friends, don't you?" he asked,

"Of course, I have friends. They just always have a lot of schoolwork. They decided to be in all AP classes."

Peter whistled. "That sounds like a giant time-suck," he said.

"It is," Wendy agreed. "We don't get to hang out that much, so I spend all my afternoons here."

"You like reading," he said. It wasn't a question.

"And writing," she added. She pointed to her notebook. "It's full of poems and short stories. One day, I think I'll pick out my favorite ones and publish an anthology."

"You're a storyteller."

Wendy shrugged. "You could say that."

"Do you mind if I take a look?" Peter asked.

"Uh, sure," Wendy agreed. "No one has ever asked to look at it. Can you tell me what you think of them?" Peter agreed and then flipped to a random page to begin reading. Wendy went back to her book.

A few minutes later, Peter broke the silence. "Can you explain something to me?" he asked. Wendy nodded. "This story is set in World War One, but there are flying machines and other things that we don't even have yet."

Wendy instantly realized what he was talking about. "It's Steampunk," she explained.

"Come again?"

"Steampunk," she repeated. "It's the technology of the future set in the time of steam power. I went through this big Steampunk phase last year, and it culminated in that story."

Peter nodded. "Well, it's a good story," he said, and then he went back to reading.

Wendy smiled and went back to her book and smiled. She thought that this Peter guy was pretty cool. It also didn't hurt that he liked her stories.

And from then on, a routine was made. The two would meet after school in the library every day. She would read a different book, and he would read the stories she wrote. When he was done with one notebook, she would bring another. She only refused to bring her earliest notebooks, because she assured him that they were not as enjoyable.

Because of this, they became fast friends. Suddenly, Wendy had a friend who wasn't always busy, and Peter had a single friend at the school.