Hey guys! I love Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children and a friend and I decided to do a fanfic for it… I wrote every other paragraph, (The first one's mine) Review and I'll love you forever : )
It was just another normal (or, as normal as it gets) day at Miss Peregrine's. After the normal "fireworks" display (as I like to call the bomb), I retired to my room, as I was in a terrible mood- Claire's back mouth but my finger, and Bronwyn threw a bowling ball full force at one of my unicorn hedges. I was just turning down my bed when a note was slipped under the door. It read "11:30, Same Place. –H"
I folded it back up and pressed it to my chest. Every time I go around Hugh, I get all nervous and I always start blushing. At least it was hot out, so the actual temperature could be an excuse.
However, I don't do romance. I am bound and determined never to fall in love, not after I saw my mum fall for my dad and him beat her in return. But with Hugh…Hugh makes me question my vow. Regardless of my promise, I wrote down "See you then. –F" on a small piece of parchment, attached it to an ivy leaf, then grew a vine under my door, down the hallway, and under Hugh's door.
Later on, Miss Peregrine was lecturing me about being kind to the younger children. "Do you understand, Fiona?" Miss Peregrine said sternly. "Yes, yes." I said hurriedly, glancing nervously at the clock. I cursed under my breath- I would have been late even if I left five minutes ago. I dashed out of her office and down the stairs. "Hey Fi, Can you help me with-"Emma started. I paid her no mind and dashed out, not really stopping for a breath until I was deep in the forest. I swore as my foot slipped over what I thought was a rock, sending me splashing down into the creek.
When I emerged, I screamed "Hugh!", grabbed his arm, and pulled him in with all of my strength. Next I dunked him mercilessly. Once I thought he had been punished enough, he sputtered out soggy bee. I relaxed back into the water and chucked. He scowled at me. "Bees don't like water." I patted his arm mockingly. "Fiona's don't like water, either." He grinned and said, "Ah, its okay. They can be an awful pest sometimes." (I'd like to hope he was talking about the bees.) Our faces were just centimeters from each other when something brushed up against my leg.
