Dear lovely readers,

As you may or may not know, Returned and Unfortunate have been canceled due to private circumstances.

So I have prepared a new story for you all called; Don't Look At Me!

Obviously, the characters are not mine -though I wish- but, they are owned by the amazing mind of Mr Ransom Riggs and, the publishing unit Quirk.

This is my own story, if there are any like it -which I highly doubt, but if think there is, don't hesitate to tell me- I did NOT copy anyone's work.

But, by all means, you may base your story off mine. Just tell me by PMing me and if you can, please give me credit. It is my story after all. :)

I will also like to announce that yes, I am very new to the website so I do not know very well how to work it ;)

Funny story actually, when I first started DuchessGoodFairy had to help me because I kept publishing duplicates of my first chapter. I am so stupid xD

The other thing I want to make public, is that I am extremely lazy, therefore I don't usually proof-read my items before publishing -then I laugh at all of my silly mistakes that are really stupid- this is mainly why I don't have proper grammatical tenses in my stories. Hence, I am not perfect, I don't mind though if you comment to give me some helpful pointers to try and help me. But, I prefer you to not post them if you are purposely trying to be rude -I am sure that everyone would agree.- But, that doesn't mean I will delete your comments since, I don't want to be mean back.

Well bye for now, I hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 1

"Is Miss P going to eat breakfast with us?" Asked Claire, holding her fork anxiously with anticipation as Jacob and Emma were busy setting the table, preparing for the rich feast.

"I'm sure she will come from her room in a moment Claire, you really shouldn't worry so much."

"But I am worrying!" Claire screeched having a minature fit.

Emma pulled out a chair beside Claire, realizing that this little reminder about Miss Peregrine can turn into a long argument, or conversation if Claire decides that she was wrong, or vise versa.

"Why are you even seated? Breakfast won't be served for another hour or so. We were just setting the table I hope you do realize." Emma asked.

Claire quickly switched the topic, "I'm scared for Miss P, she usually helps you with kitchen duty." Claire's bottom lip began to quiver.

"Claire, Miss Peregrine is fine. She probably just waking up late, I don't know why you wouldn't think she wasn't okay."

The little girl crossed her arms and banged her fork across the table. "Miss P is never late and you know that! And, I know that she's not okay!"

"How so?"

Claire rolled her eyes -a new talent that she had learned from Enoch that recently became her new favorite hobby.- "Because she's in her room all day crying! It wakes me up all of the time when I try and sleep!"

Emma glanced back at Claire for a while.

Ymbrynes were never meant to show emotions. Which -of course- was the most idiotic idea in the eyes of Emma.

Emma had never heard of an ymbryne crying, and the thought of Miss Peregrine crying was beyond absurd.

Ymbrynes were trained specifically not to share emotions with any peers, including when they were around each other. Causing them to become permanent stone-faced women who watch over strange children in time continuums.

"Claire, you were just hearing things, I know for a fact you're still afraid of the dark. I am absolutely, positively sure the bird is alright."

Claire looked down, "She's not alright Emma, I know that for a fact. Don't you think that she's acting a bit weird?"

"She's fine." Emma said doubting her own words.

It was true though, Miss Peregrine was acting very strange, but Emma didn't want to believe that anything was wrong with her beloved ymbryne.

Usually, Miss Peregrine would take her children out after lunch or breakfast. Recently though, Alma would lock herself in her bedroom after breakfast. But, before going to her bedroom, she would beg the older children to take the younger ones for mid-morning walks. And, the children couldn't resist, so they did what they had been told, and they all left the house as asked.

On several occasions, Miss P refused to eat a morsel, when before she would eat small portions. That didn't mean that she wouldn't attend the 'family' meals and help prepare everything with Emma and Jake.

Emma did have to admit though, the whole situation was progressively becoming worse. Miss P looked dazed like she was about to faint half the time, if the children ever got a glimpse of her before she rushed to her room after any meal, that is if she stayed for that long. Now, she just helped Jacob and Emma prepare the food.

Lately, she had looked to be getting thinner and extremely thin. Of course, the children weren't very sure if she was or not, since she wore that long gown that covered her body fully. But, Emma was the few observant wards who could tell that she was losing a lot of weight from her hands and face -since that's all they could see.- And, by the looks of it, it wasn't a tiny problem either. Her bones looked like they were practically protruding out of her skin.

Claire studied Emma for a while, "Emma I know she isn't she would have came down if she was."

Emma was becoming im-patient, "I'm sure there is nothing wrong Claire!"

"How will you explain her mor-morning all of the time?! And, waking me up all the time?!"

Emma softened a bit, laughing at Claire's 'adultness' in trying to expand her vocabulary. "You were probably hearing Enoch's dolls, dainty little things aren't they?"

Claire got up from where she was seated with a hard thump, "She's not okay! I will prove it!"

Her little pink dress flowed as she darted down the hall, struggling to get up the stairs.

"No Claire, wait!" Emma cried trying to climb over the chair, attempting to catch Claire. She was no match though, Claire's little, scrawny legs were much faster than Emma's long lanky ones that she tripped over all of the time.

Claire bolted down the massive upstairs hall that was lined with her best to get to the end where Alma's bedroom was.

Claire stopped and stared at the large double doors, she traced her fingers hesitantly across the dark-stained wood planks.

It occurred to her than no-one had ever been in Miss Peregrine's bedroom before, not only that but, in order to be the first inside her room she needed a key. And Emma was nearly up the stairs.

Claire pressed her head against the door, and without thinking began to chomp away with her back-mouth at the brass door-knob.

"Stop!" Emma cried now almost half-way down the hall.

Claire began chewing harder, her sharp teeth making loud screeching noises that made their hair stand on end.

The door-knob cracked open and Claire quickly ran inside of Miss Peregrine's room, followed by Emma who nearly stopped her.

The both of them gasped.

I know this was a super short chapter!

But I do promise to write again soon :)

Oh, what do you want to see in her room? Comment below on what it should be!