The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the birds were singing along merrily, just as normal as usual. But something was off. Brianna needed an escape. Not that her life was terrible, or even terribly boring. Quite the contrary, her life was going great. College was a blast, and she hadn't lost contact with her friends from high school. And yet, she found herself staring out the window, wishing for a tiny vacation.

She wanted to fly to Neverland.

Neverland was a magical place, or so she heard. With tales of mermaids, pirates, Indians and, of course, Peter Pan, it sounded like the perfect place.

If only she knew how to get there.

Well, of course she knew how to get there. Everyone knew that. Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning. Unfortunately, it was now the middle of the afternoon. Not exactly the right time to see the stars. So maybe there was an alternate route? Just like on Earth, when one road was under construction, there was a detour so people could still make their destinations. They could still get to where they were going.

So where was the daytime detour for Neverland?

Curious, she Googled it. No such luck. Not that she had expected anything, but it never hurt to try. This continued for the next few hours, with Brianna ignoring her homework and brainstorming ways to get to Neverland. Finally the sun set, and she could see the star in question. Well that solved one problem. Now she just had to fly. That presented an entirely different problem.

She couldn't fly.

She needed pixie dust. But how was that ever going to happen?

Defeated, she flopped onto her bed, having wasted an entire day fantasizing about Neverland. Now, not only was she not in Neverland, but she also had not done any of her homework that was due tomorrow.

This was exactly why she needed a vacation.

When she glanced at the clock, she was shocked to see that it was already ten o' clock. The time had passed in the blink of an eye. Then she heard a rap on the window. Odd. She lived on the sixth floor. How had anyone managed to get outside of her window?

She quickly pushed back the curtains, to see the eager face of a boy. She knew this to be none other than Peter Pan.

Her heart raced and her breathing quickened. Excitedly, she opened the window, then frowned when she remembered that it only opened about two inches.

"Come with me to Neverland, Brianna," he said, looking up between the open window with mischief in his eyes.

She nodded, grinning. "I'll come down and out through the front door."

Running down the stairs two at a time, she flew out the front door—figuratively, of course. The real flying was coming in just a few moments.

The next few minutes passed in a blur, with Peter sprinkling pixie dust over her body until she shimmered, then lifting off the ground and following Peter to Neverland. It was a longer journey than she expected. Then again, most girls traveled to Neverland from London, not Maryville, Missouri.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the island of Neverland burst into view, just as she had imagined it. Flying over it, she could see every major landmark that she had ever read about. Cannibal Cove, Mermaid Lagoon, Skull Rock, then Indian encampment. Everything perfectly laid out as if it had never changed. Which, now that she thought about it, it probably hadn't.

Finally, they came to a stop in the middle of the island, amongst the trees and the lush forest foliage. It was beautiful.

They had countless adventures, Peter and Brianna. Even the Lost Boys joined them now and again. There was no sign of trouble, no crocodile, no Captain Hook. Just Brianna, the boys, and the island. Exploring, playing games, and overall just having fun. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be a kid until now. Swimming, running, jumping, swinging, she was doing things she had never thought possible until now. And she loved it. This was exactly what she needed.

"Follow me," Peter said, and she obeyed without questioning. Soon, they emerged from the trees onto the beach surrounding Mermaid Lagoon. She was entranced. The water was so blue it hardly looked real. And the waterfall flowed into the water at the bottom effortlessly, with minimal disturbance to the surface.

For Brianna, the beauty of Neverland wasn't in the presence of Peter Pan. In truth, she could have cared less about Peter Pan. The fact that she was in the birthplace of imagination, far away from homework and classes and anything else that could possibly bother her, was enough for her. She lay on the warm sand of the beach, soaking up the sun as she let the water wash over her toes.

"Are you happy?" Peter asked.

She nodded dreamily. "Oh, yeah." It was true. Even if this was nothing but a dream, it was an extremely pleasant one. She let her eyes drift close, finally falling asleep in the warmth that surrounded her.

When she opened her eyes again, she was stretched across her bed in her dorm room, light still streaming in lightly from the window. Brushing the sleep away from her eyes, she glanced around. Everything was exactly as she had left it, but as she looked down at herself, she noticed that her skin was just the slightest tinge of red, as if she had the beginnings of a sunburn. She smiled to herself, now having memories to last forever. She would never forget Neverland, though she knew she would never return. A girl never got more than one chance to go to Neverland. That's why you had to make the first visit a good one. And she had.


A/N: Okay, well obviously, this has nothing to do with my other Neverland story. What happened was, my friend Brianna was reading my story and she posted her facebook status as "Can I please just fly to Neverland?" So I told her I would write her her very own Neverland story, so that's what this is. ;)