Once upon a Time Peter x Reader, Chapter 1...

Hello There! Peter Pan x Reader, OUAT, I'll do my best
Disclaimer: Nope.

You sat alone on your roof. It was the only place you could really be alone. It hadn't exactly been the greatest day of your life, the mayor had denied your application for a spot on the Story Brooke police force, and your aunt was pretty much drunk beyond belief.

You sighed as a shooting star shot across the sky. There were a lot of things you wished for, your parents to come back to life, your aunt to stop getting drunk and ordering you around like Cinderella, but most of all, you wished that you could grow up.

Leave this life behind, live on your own, maybe move far away from this town. It seemed like a pretty good deal. The sound of shattered glass rang in your ears "Where is that worthless 'hic' thing?" Your aunt slurred.

That was your cue, you slid off the roof and onto the top of her mini van. Carful not to make any noise, you opened the trunk, and pulled out your bike.

Your cousin Luke, seemed to be the only person in this house with any compassion, he'd given you his old bike for Christmas, and it was still in pretty good condition. He'd even spray painted the entire thing (favorite color) the night before.

Replacing the trunk as quietly as you cold, you began to pedal down the street, just as the first lights of the day began to spread across the street. You laughed slightly, you'd forgoten how hard biking in your skinny jeans was until now. But that wasn't gonna stop you.

You parked your bike in a dark alley and examined the contents of a duffle bag; a jar full of quarters totaling to about 48$, a few ACDC tee shirts from Luke, some more Skinny Jeans, a 12 pack of Diet Coke, a toy gun spray painted black (I.C.E), a roll of tye-dye colored duct-tape, and a few nececities (hairbrush, toothpaste, ect). Not enough to keep you going for long, but enough to keep you alive long enough to think of a plan.

Funny, running away seemed like a way better idea a few hours ago, but now. You were compleatly lost.

You swore to yourself a few times, while slipping into one of the tee-shirts. After replacing the zipper on the duffel bag, you slung it over your shoulder, and began slowly moving through the streets. You were almost to the edge of town when, what seemed like some sort of social gathering blocked your way.

You recognized one of the people as the mayor, she, two men, and four woman, stood there motionless. It was strange and unnerving for you, so you remained hidden behind a car.

Just in case something bad happened, you had your hand on the spray pained nerf gun in your pocket.

"What are you doing?" A sharp British voice snapped, a level of panic to it's voice.

"Nothing I swear! Please don't tell my aunt! " You yelled coming out of the dark with your hands on your head.

It soon occurred to you that the person whom the sexy British voice came from, was speaking to the man who was about to put a knife through his back.

Even though you weren't excepted on the police force, you wearn't about to let a murder go on right in front of you, you were surprised that the other people weren't doing anything about it.

Both the man, and the boy had their attention on you at the moment, which bought you a little time before he tried to kill him, so you took a deep breath, pulled out you gun and yelled. "Hey buddy! If I were you, it'd be in my best interest to drop that knife right now. But if you prefer a more direct approach." You cocked the Nerf gun, "I can make that happen."