The Dimension.

A fan fiction of the "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" book series. Realistic fiction/ Fantasy/ Science fiction/ Romance.

This story explains everything in the 2nd chapter if you have not read all 3 of the Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children Books. When the story ends, I'll say 'the end'. There is more than just one chapter. Please write lots and lots of reviews.

-I don't own Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children-

*My problem isn't that,

My favorite characters aren't real,

It's that I'm not fictional,

I don't want them to be real,

What I desperately wish,

Is that I could be fictional with them,

It's not that I want them here with me,

In this mundane and ordinary world,

It's that I want to join them,

In their extraordinary one.*

-Unknown

*It was just a normal day at the new home of Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children. That is, until Horace awoke from one of his "dreams". Dreaming of the upcoming future was his specialty, of course. Horace knew the difference between his dreams, and his real dreams of the future. He also could dream of someone he was going to meets past. And this dream he just had, was definitely of the future. When Horace awoke, he gasped and stared off into space for a while. He must tell everyone during breakfast. In Miss Peregrine's new loop, (they were afraid of new hollows, or wights. And new visitors, seeing weird kids. This new loop was in Florida, near Jacob's house. And all the kids were around a year or 2 older.) Horace brushed off the surprising dream and got dressed in his new tuxedo and new top hat.*

-The real world-

While that happened, a normal girl named Minx Addams woke up to yet the first day of her summer vacation.

Not knowing her normal life would change forever eventually, she would begin to have an extraordinary life, that no normal could ever ask for. She would accidentally make the impossible, possible. And it all started that day.

Minx Addams woke up excited to start her day. She was a pale, average sized skinny slim girl going into 9th grade. With cute straight short black hair curled up at the bottom. And a tiny button nose. She had one blue eye and one green eye.

She quickly got out of her cute skull bunny pajamas, put on her black t-shirt with short poofy sleeves, and her plaid black and white skirt. She put on her black lace bra and underwear. Then slipped on her black flats each with a small bow on them. Quickly, she combed her hair then ran downstairs to the dining room table for breakfast.

Her older blond preppy sister (Tiffany Elizabeth Addams, green eyes) was already at the table texting on her phone. Her dad was drinking coffee and reading the paper. She guessed her step mom was making breakfast still. A couple of minutes later her twin brother (Jinx Addams) arrived at the table, he looked almost exactly like her, but his hair in a mohawk and both of his eyes blue. Soon her step mom came in with 4 plates of food. Each with 2 mini sausages, a pancake, and some bacon. Then she left to the kitchen again, soon she came back with a couple glasses of orange juice. To Minx's surprise, everyone ate in quiet. She was a little sad, no "Good morning birthday twins!" to her.

After breakfast, Minx retreated to her room, but when she was in the middle of the the hallway Tiffany bumped into her.

"Watch where you're going dork" Tiffany said.

Minx replied as "I am not, a dork! Don't call me names."

But then Jinx passed by and just before he went into his room he laughed, then said "but, of course you are, 'dork'" then he laughed harder and closed his door.

In his room Minx could swear, that under his breath, that Jinx said he wanted his birthday to himself, and that he hated having a twin. But of course it wasn't Minx's fault. Trying to ignore what happened, she walked away from her sister and to the kitchen. Her sister rolled her eyes and went into her room to listen to her music. And Minx just hated it, when her sister put her music up too loud. She could almost hear every word of the song in the distance. So annoying.

Her father was going to work and as he passed Minx said, "Bye d-" but her partial sentence just hung there in the air. Something as nice as what she wanted to say was so simple that almost anybody could guess what she was to say. Her father made no eye contact with her. Unacknowledged, her appreciation for her dad and her sentence frozen in time, paused as her father slammed the door behind him.

With a dirty look on her face, Minx grumbled "WHY can't anybody just be nice to me today!" Apparently, everyone forgot it was her birthday, or they just didn't care.

Her step mom approached her from around the corner that lead to the kitchen. Her step mom hated her for some unknown reason. Her step mom started out as a nice person, then over time she slowly got worse. Until Minx was just plain scared of her, when her step mom had to say something 60 percent of the time. Minx's face softened as her step mom approached her. Staring at her stepmom in awe, she stopped as soon as she was just 2 feet away from Minx's face and said, "Don't yell in the house. The world doesn't revolve around you, and if you're gonna show an attitude, no one's gonna be nice to you. You treat people, the way you want to be treated. So sit back, and relax. Got that?" Her step mom, which she called by her first name, was Blair. She never called her 'mom', Blair was too mean for that. Blair talked too much. Obviously, she thought.

So Minx decided to say, "You're not treating me the way I want to be treated."

Blair scrunched up her face, arched one of her eyebrows up and left her jaw hanging open for a second. It was a very, very long second. Until Blair broke the silence, with a rude tone. "You go take a shower, and read until you're in a better mood." Then a smile flickered upon Blair's face but for only a few seconds in time.

As Minx slowly shuffled her feet towards the stairs then suddenly stopped, with a prevailing look splayed upon her pretty face, she looked down. Then said, "You're not in a good mood… Hypocrite. I'm sor-"

once again she was interrupted. But this time by the loud, booming voice of Blair, "WHAT?! Don't you dare, talk back to me again!" Then started laughing.

Whimpering, Minx darted upstairs. Minx went to her room and fell to her pillow. Afraid someone would hear her cry, or say a word, she was quieter than a mouse. She decided not to cry. So she just lay there, recollecting herself for a few moments.

When she felt better, she turned on her fan, grabbed her black towel with rainbow skulls on it, then opened her door, stepped out of her room and slowly closed the door behind her. Entered the bathroom down the hall and closed the door, she turned on the shower, undressed, folded her clothes, and stepped in. She used her Japanese cherry blossom shampoo, and the conditioner that came with it she bought herself just a week ago. No one dared to use her shampoo, conditioner, or body wash. They had their own. She applied her vanilla body wash. Shaved. Then when she was done, she turned off the shower, stepped out and dried her hair with the hair dryer Tiffany hid underneath the sink. When it was dry, she fixed her hair. Then suddenly the bottom end of her hair bounced up, but only by 2 inches. Unfazed, she began to dry her body with the towel and put her clothes back on, that were neatly folded on top of the closed toilet seat.

Then she walked out of the bathroom and proceeded down the hall to her room. She watched anime, the walking dead, then started reading. Minx was reading an ancient book she got from the public library. Trying to see if she could bring her mom back, from the dead. Minx had a candle lit, upon her bedroom nightstand, next to the fan. But the fan was pointing in the opposite direction of the candle. She was in her room all day.

She was quite pleased with her parents being gone on who knows what. They would be gone for the weekend, it was currently Friday night, 5:00 pm.

The 2 house cats were in Minx's room fighting. Suddenly, Tiffany's music got so loud, it was sounded like it was on full blast. And that's when, quite literally, all the magic happened.

One of the cats knocked over the candle, set the fan on fire, the other cat tipped over her glass of holy water, thus getting partly of the fan wet. Not noticing, Minx opened her bedroom window. The moon was blue, some kind of eclipse, blue light shining from the fan to her wall.

Her inside wall in her closet was full of tiny pictures tapped up from the books of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children that she found on Google. Every single picture you could find from all three graphic novels. And on her nightstand, lay all three books of Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar children, stacked right under all three graphic novels. Layed on top was a bag of Ransom Riggs hair, and the movie. She was a big fan. Her bedside table was next to her closet. Then all 6 books, the pictures on the inside wall of her inside closet, Ransom Riggs hair, and the movie set on fire.

A cat knocked over the other glass of holy water, the music got louder, the blue full moon shined over it even brighter. The fire grew.

The cats scattered away. And a little bit of the dirt from the bottom of one of the cat's foot got on the fan. Minx Addams, with her eyes closed, chanted the words from her book, "Thus devils thee, take these offerings, set with burning fire. Bring what I want to life!" The objects all flew in the same direction. Because all elements and objects were in place for the reaction. Everything happened at the right time. Then as she looked up, the fire formed into a purple portal. The fire disappeared. The portal swirled. Nothing was burnt, just wet. She didn't know what to do.

"W-W-What just happened? A portal out of nowhere…? THE CATS! Clumsy buttheads… what did you two do?"

She slowly approached it. She threw one of her pencils that we're on her bedside nightstand that was next to the closet at it, Which was next to the portal. It fell right into the portal. Nothing. She kicked it. Her foot fell right through, almost as if there was a huge hole in her closet.

The portal had a pretty bright purple glow. It was the only thing lighting up her whole room. The books, the movie, the pictures on the wall, the authors hair… all gone. She stuck her whole hand in it, then pulled it back halfway. It was like water, but you can't see all the way through it, it swirls on it's own, and it doesn't stick to you. Alright, comparing a portal to the unknown wasn't like water.

She stepped closer to it, then a pale arm, pulled her in...

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Thats how how a normal girl met such wonderfully inspiring peculiars. But this is not just some other story, no. It's one about a normal person being plunged into an after story from a book. I understand not all normal people are the same. And not all people are normal, so if you pay attention and give me a chance, I can will write you new fan fictions about any other girl without having peculiar souls, call themselves peculiar.

The story is magically never ending if you include her whole life. So let me take you further into the unknown. Because any soul male or female could see life in some other perfectly mysterious world through such peculiar eyes. You might confuse such a concept with Jacob Portman, but this one displays someone like you or me experiencing life in a way that you can't explain. This girl didn't have a peculiar soul! She doesn't need one. How? You'd have to find out, jump down that far down deep ditch blindly. You will be falling forever, and the voices of the words will find you in the best way possible. Don't be scared, because it's gonna rock your heart like your favorite song. No reason to be afraid, your mind is in the hands of my writing now.

And the story doesn't end there. Hell no. If you choose not to read my beautiful display, good luck finding a fan fiction like this. Because I won't just put you in the shoes of one person, I am going to put you into the heart aching core of this story. Shoes or skin won't even begin to describe it. I'm not a writer, I'm a reader that's somehow someway taught herself to write fan fictions.

I hope you love my next chapters in this interestingly delectable story of mine.

*Authors note: THERE IS A NEXT CHAPTER. You can write reviews if you like, I don't bite.*