Hi, guys! So, I know I already have two fanfictions to work on, but I noticed the lack of MPHFPC, or Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children, fanfictions and wanted to contribute to that fact. So, I created an OC and I really hope that she's not a Mary Sue, but tell me if she is!

NOTE: I am currently reading Hollow City and am only on Chapter Three! If you review, PLEASE do not spoil it for me!

Disclaimer: *sarcasm* Yes, I, a fourteen year old girl, am Ransom Riggs. Please, be serious!

I dived into the water, as graceful as I could be. I quickly began swimming deeper into my underwater paradise. I swam around for about 45 minutes before surfacing and laying flat on my back in the water. Closing my eyes, I began daydreaming, remembering what it was like before my father died.

I remember his face, his smile, his laugh. He was always laughing, cracking jokes at just about everything. He loved my mother so much. They were an unlikely pair, considering how serious she was, but he made her laugh. I miss him so much. I wish-

My thoughts were cut off by a sharp ringing sound near the edge of the pool. Quickly swimming over, I picked it up, seeing the name Ricky flashing on the screen.

"Hey, what's up?" I said, climbing out of the water and wrapping myself in a towel.

"Not much. Special Ed's grandpa's freaking out about something. You want to come check it out with us?"

I smiled. I loved listening to Jacob's grandpa's stories. He may not believe them, but, to some extent, I do. "Sure. Give me a few minutes to get dressed. I was in the pool."

We hung up and I went inside to get changed out of my bathing suit. Walking up the stairs, I noticed how quiet the house was. It was always quiet. My mom had a job as an executive for some company and was always away on business trips. She never seemed to care anymore. Hell, I could get eaten by a pack of wild dogs and she wouldn't notice until two weeks later.

I headed in to my purple room and shut the door. Walking over to my walk in closet, I pulled out a white Blink 182 t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. I quickly pulled them on and walked back downstairs. I grabbed my dad's old leather jacket from the coat rack and slipped it on. I hadn't stopped wearing this thing in public since I was 10 and found it in the attic. It was as if it was apart of me.

I tugged on a ratty, old pair of black converse and sat on a barstool in the kitchen to wait for them. I pulled out my phone, quickly checking my email, Tumblr, and Facebook as I waited. Nothing interesting was happening so I shut off my phone and sat back. Oh! I should probably pack a bag, just in case. I grabbed my Attack On Titan messenger bag and quickly filled it with my wallet, sketchbook, colored pencils, phone, and earbuds. I swung it over my shoulder and sat back down. Five minutes later, Ricky's dumb beat-up car pulled up in the driveway.

"What's up, losers?" I exclaimed, climbing in the back, wincing at the duct tape covered seats.

"Hey, Rilla." Jacob turned, smiling at me.

"So, what's up with your grandad?"

"He said something about a key. I think he forgot to take his pills." Jacob replied. Shoot! That reminds me. I was supposed to take my pills this morning. If I don't, I get really anxious. I'll have to take them later.

"Well, lets go see what's going on!"

Jacob gave Ricky directions to his grandfather's house. Once we got there, he walked up and rang the bell. When no one answered, he began banging on the door.

They began joking and I stayed quiet, my anxiety levels starting to raise. He made us stay there as he went inside. Everything was quiet until Jacob called for us. We raced in the direction of his voice and came upon the backyard. We decided it must have been a wild animal that cut the screen door and Ricky walked off to retrieve a gun from his trunk.

Jacob apparently saw something and began following it and I followed after. I swallowed nervously when I noticed something staining the freshly stomped palmettos. Swallowing my anxiety, I walked faster to catch up to Jacob.

We both stopped when we saw him. His shirt was stained with blood, his pants were torn and he was missing a shoe. Jacob stood still until I put a hand on his shoulder. Jumping slightly, he turned to me, the look on his face heartbreaking. He called out to his grandpa, but he didn't respond.

He sank to his knees and I heard Ricky yell from the backyard. "I-I'll go get him." I said, wanting to be away from the gruesome scene and wanting to give Jacob a minute alone with him.

I went back and motioned for Ricky to follow me. He asked lots of question, but I stayed silent.

We were back at the scene and, as soon as he saw it, he stumbled back a bit.

Jacob began standing up and pointed his flashlight somewhere. I turned to look at it, but saw nothing. He yelled out something and Ricky fired at it. He then blacked out. Everything after that, I went through in a daze. The doctors called it shock and said it was normal, but I still felt bad about not doing anything.

Jacob stopped coming out of his house after that and, having experienced grief myself, I didn't push him to. I came over sometimes and sat with him in the laundry room. I told him jokes like he told me all those years ago. He didn't laugh at them a lot, but that was fine. I knew he appreciated the effort.

Ricky stopped coming around. Apparently, he and Jacob had gotten in to a fight. Jacob didn't tell me what it was about, though.

Soon, he began seeing a therapist named Dr. Golan. He stopped believing in the monsters after that and I didn't bring them up again.

We had a party for Jacob's birthday. I'd gotten him a couple funny t-shirts I'd found while at the mall. He smiled at me and said thanks. I was happy to see him smile.

He also got a present from his grandfather, a book with a letter in it. It convinced him to travel to the island his grandpa talked about so often. Even Dr. Golan thought that it was a good idea.

He was going for a couple weeks in June and I thought that maybe he'd want the support. So, I contacted my mom, or, more specifically, her secretary and asked if I could go. Wanting me to get out of her hair, she said yes.

I asked Jacob if it would be okay with him and he said that it was fine. So, I ordered the tickets and got some extra money out of the bank and began packing.

I packed nearly all of my band t-shirts and a couple pairs of colored skinny jeans. I also brought my AoT messenger bag, which had all of the stuff it had in it a few months ago. As I was packing, I glanced at my side table and noticed the picture. It was of my family standing on the beach and holding hands, smiling. I smiled gently and placed it in my suitcase, also adding a white tiger plushie and the blue ring I got for my 8th birthday.

I don't know how this was going to go, but I want to be prepared.

The day we flew to Europe I got up early, since we were going around eight in the morning. I stumbled out of bed and walked in to the attached bathroom. I quickly showered and tugged on my clothes for the day, which were a Fall Out Boy t-shirt and a pair of teal skinny jeans matching the words on the black t-shirt. I walked downstairs to make myself eggs and bacon. I sat in front of the TV while eating, watching a rerun of Ouran High School Host Club, one of my favorite animes. I then dug a pair of black combat boots out of my closet and pulled those on, my black converse packed in my luggage.

I shrugged on my jacket and then grabbed my journal off my nightstand, tucking it into my messenger bag. I checked my phone, making sure I had just enough anime to get me by. I had lots of episodes downloaded onto my phone and I had a lot of music too.

Their car pulled up to the house and I raced out. The ride was silent after about thirty minutes of Mr. Portman trying to get us to talk. The wait for the plane to arrive was also silent.

And the plane, you guessed it, was also silent. I sat sketching out a picture of a dream I had had. Normally, I forgot dreams. Well, at least, the good ones I did. But I'd been having this dream for the past two weeks and I couldn't get it out of my head.

It started out with an older version of me. I couldn't tell how much older exactly, but it had to at least be few years. I was swimming in the ocean, twisting and diving. Then a boy appeared. He had messy blonde hair and called something out to me. I never heard what. I would turn and smile brightly, then hug him. I then splashed him and he looked a little irritated. I would giggle and then he would splash me back. We'd get into a water fight and it would end with him grabbing and kissing me. Then we'd hear something, but I could never see what. The dream ended there.

I sketched out the part where we're splashing each other, me in the middle of a giggle and him smirking at me as he splashed me.

I wondered who he was, but figured if I dreamt it, then it could be real. So, I didn't dwell on it too much.

After that I listened to music until I fell asleep and had the dream again.

Hello~ This took a while so I hope you like it!

ATTENTION: PLEASE, do not call Rilla a Mary-Sue just yet! It's only the first chapter and there's more to come with her!

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