“But when have I ever needed saving? "Are you a Wendy?" I whisper to myself, scanning the low rooftops on the surrounding buildings. It's a long drop to every one of them. But is it too long? How would a person know unless they tried? I take several steps back from the edge, bouncing on the balls of my feet. Then I crouch. "Or are you a motherfucking Tinkerbell?” Writing On The Wall Author:Tracy Ward