Request: Hi if u still take story ideas, can you write one where it's modern and Y/N is at school. She's bullied a lot and all with no friends because they think she's a nerd. So she goes home and cries to find Peter in her bedroom. Thanks!

A/N: Here's one there's a lot more I have to put up. This one is gonna be short because I do have finals so...

Word Count: 676

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I walked the crowded halls, my chin tucked down and my gaze avoiding everyone. I hugged by history book to my chest as if it would protect me. That's just not my luck. I let my long bangs cover my face until I was surrounded by three girls and the lockers that pressed against my back. "Please... I-I can't be late." I begged, my eyes locked with the tile floor. "Of course you can't! Oh that's right! You have an exam next hour!" the girl laughed, "Isn't it like 25% of your grade? Yeah better not miss it nerd!" The girls turned on their heels, hair flipping. I saw the clock and sighed. Exactly 30 seconds to get to class; there was not enough time. Not even if I ran. I did my best but the bell rang before I could get there. The door closed just before I got to the room. I groaned, I didn't have time to make this up. I had to study for the rest of these. The final bell rang and everyone flooded out from their classes. I saw the bullies, and tears swelled up in my eyes. They all laughed. "All you're good for is crying! You might as well just kill yourself and make everything easier for us. We matter. You, you're extraneous. We don't need you here." The kids that spectated just laughed, not one person stood up for me. I walked away only to be hit by a wad of paper in the back of my head.

I ran home as quickly as I could handle. I opened the front door and ran up the stairs into my room. I knew that no one was home. I threw my stuff across the room. I slid down the side of my door. Maybe they're right. Everything would be so much better if I was dead, lifeless. I let the tears stream down my face. I got up and grabbed the pair of scissors from my desk. I took a deep breath and aligned the sharp point to my chest. I closed my eyes, my breath shaky. I pushed the scissors closer to me. "It's not worth it..." I heard a voice. I opened my eyes, dropping the object I would use to take my life. I scanned the room for someone. A dark figure appeared in the corner of my room. "Who are you?" I asked, hurt evident in my voice. He walked towards me, all his features visible. He wore entirely green, with a smile. His greens eyes looked into my, taking in my emotions. "I'm Peter... Peter Pan." He spoke with a thick accent. He was quite attractive but there was no way he would think of me the same. "Like the book character?" I chuckled. "Let me take you somewhere where you will never have to feel lost or alone. You can be free from all of this ridiculous behavior knocked towards you. It will be better there, I promise." He stuck his hand out to me, as he stood at my window. "You're not even real." I whispered. He looked a bit hurt by my comment. "Y/n, trust me. You don't deserve this." I furrowed my eyebrows. How did he know my name? I inched closer to him. I placed my hand in his. Peter pulled me up to the window. "They're wrong. None of them deserve to know a beautiful girl like you." He whispered. I looked down and saw that we were midair, moving towards a star. I would be happy there. Where ever there was.