Ciao~ I finished Hollow City and can't wait for the next book!

Sky: I know! I noticed it after I read the book and went here to check the fanfictions and was surprised to only see thirty! But then again, Archive Of Our Own only has seven! And I'm glad to hear that Marilla seems like a balanced character! I know that she seems like a bystander, rather than an actual character, but she will eventually have a bigger involvement in the story! And her relationship with Enoch won't be all rainbows and sunshine, either. They will clash heads a bit. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children. Random Riggs does.

I was sitting on the ferry, sketching the outline of the island. Setting down my black pencil, I picked up the gray and began sketching the fog surrounding the island. It seemed very mysterious.

"Whatcha drawing?"

I jumped, having been completely distracted by my drawing. Jacob was peering over my shoulder.

"Nosey much?" I teased.

"Very. This is seriously good, Rilla."

I shoved him playfully. "Stop joking around."

"I'm not. It really is."

"Whatever you say…"

It's not that I'm insecure about my art. It's just that I can't just be "seriously good". I have to be amazing to hope to get into the art school of my dreams. Mom would probably pay for it, but she'd also make me pursue a career in Business, which I would never want.

When we got there, I stood mesmerised by it all. It was beautiful. I couldn't wait to see what the entire island looked like. Maybe I could find some inspiration for my art.

The ferry docked and I wheeled my black and red rolling suitcase off. We were looking for some place called the Priest Home. Some man directed us to the place and we walked off.

***TimeSkip*** (You guys already know what happens and it's tiring to keep looking at the book before I type.)

Some dumb boys named Dylan and, get this, Worm are taking us to the children's home. They walked us there and then ran like the little douchebags they were.

"Yeah, run, you little idiots!" I shouted after them.

"Rilla, calm down." Jacob ordered. I pouted, but obeyed. I guess I really did have a little bit of a short temper, after all.

The house turned out to be run down and, though Jacob thought that it looked like a monster, I thought that it was a treasure, in a way, an artistic way.

I sat down and began drawing as Jacob looked around it. He came back looking even more confused and we left soon after.

We stumbled out of the woods, me nearly falling on my face before Jacob caught me and pulled me back up.

"Real graceful there, Rilla."

"Shut up, asshole."

We walked back to the pub where Jacob plopped down and took a drink of his dad's beer.

"Oh, my sweet lord, what is this? Fermented motor oil? Here, Rilla, try this." He said, sliding it over to me.

I picked it up and examined it. "I don't know. Looks disgusting."

Jake smirked. "Or are you chicken?"

"W-what?" I sputtered. "I'm not chicken."

"Then try it."

"Fine," I decided, tipping the cup back. "I will."

I nearly choked at the disgusting taste. "Gross, it tastes like tar!"

"Well, it just about is," Mr. Portman laughed and took it from me. "It's not like American beer. Not that you two would know what that tastes like, huh?"

"Absolutely not," Jacob winked. I choked back a snort. Mr. Portman thought that Jacob was adventurous and popular, even though he wasn't. I knew for a fact that he'd never tried beer in his life.

We were interviewed by Mr. Portman and luckily passed it. They began to talk more and I wandered off to the bar.

I sat down and Kev turned to me, "Anything I can get you, lass?"

"Oh, no thank you, sir."

"Alright, you need anything, come find me."

I sat on the stool, thinking. I wondered what my mom was doing. Would she even care that I was so far from home? I compared it to Jacob's parents. It terrified them for their son to be so far away, so why doesn't it scare my mom? Did I do something wrong?

'No,' I thought. 'Don't start thinking like that, Marilla. If you start, you won't stop until you nearly have an attack.'

I began my breathing techniques and calmed down eventually.

I decided that it was time for bed and walked upstairs.

I entered the room beside Jacob's and his dad's. It was simple enough with a single bed, a nightstand, and a plain dresser.

I glanced into the mirror as I went to grab my clothes. I had long black hair, reaching my mid-back, with plain grayish blue eyes. I was tiny, only just barely reaching 5'3, and my skin tone was an even medium, but I could tan. However, since I was in the UK, I doubted I would this summer. The thing I hated the most about myself was the angry scar on my lip. I had gotten it when I found out about my...talent.

I changed into a pair of red and black plaid pajamas and climbed into bed. The sheets smelled like vomit, but I was just tired enough that I could stand it.

Falling into a restless sleep, I had another weird dream. But, this time, it wasn't the one I'd had on the plane. This one was freaky with a capital F.

I could only remember spots of it. Somebody screaming at me to run. A sharp pain in my side. Crashing to the ground in pain. A loud screech.

I sat up in bed, shaking. 'What's up with my dreams?'

I pulled out my phone. 10:36. 'Shit, why didn't that asshole wake me up?' I thought, climbing out of bed. I hurriedly changed into a black and purple My Chemical Romance shirt and threw on a pair of purple jeans. I tugged on my combat boots that lay next to the door before walking downstairs. Mr. Portman sat at one of the tables, writing.

He looked up as I walked in. "Morning, Marilla. Jacob's already out and I'm not sure where he is, but I'm sure if you look-"

I cut him off. "It's okay, Mr. Portman. I think I'll do my own thing for today."

He nodded. "Alright. I'll let him know you're up when he comes back, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you." I smiled.

Running back upstairs yet again, I grabbed my AoT bag and checked that everything was still there. Yep! All there. I quickly shrugged on my jacket, realizing that in my haste I had forgot to put it on.

I decided to simply walk along the beach and listen to music. I popped my pink and black Candy Skull earbuds in and clicked shuffle. "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance began playing.

I smirked and nodded my head along to the beach. "They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you…" I sang softly as I walked my lonely road, or, well, beach.

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Later, around 5:00, I headed back to the pub. I was really hungry since I didn't eat anything for lunch or breakfast. I ate and then was very bored seeing as Jacob hadn't gotten back yet and I couldn't go bug him. I put my earbuds back in and clicked shuffle again.

"Yes!" I whisper-shouted as "Wildest Dreams" by Taylor Swift came on. I know you wouldn't think that I would like her, but what can I say? I have a thing for empowering women.

A little while later, Jake came back in.

"Hey, loser. What've you been up to?" I inquired after he had talked to his dad.

"Learning things about my grandpa. What's been up with you?" He spoke.

"Nothing much. Being bored as my best friend does his mysteryifying." I replied nonchalantly.

"Alright. I'm sorry that I didn't wake you up, but I know how you can be in the mornings. And really? 'Mysteryifying?" He laughed.

"Apology accepted. But tomorrow I don't care how I act in the mornings. You better wake me up, you hear me?" I poked him in the chest, getting in his face.

"Yes, I hear you, your majesty." He mock bowed. "Would you like some tea with that?"

"That sounds fabulous, kind sir. Go fetch me some, peasant." I ordered, waving him away with my hand.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

We continued messing around and only late in the night did we finally crawl into bed.

I had a dreamless sleep for once and was actually refreshed when I woke up at 8:00 the next morning.

Jacob looked the exact opposite of me. He looked super tired and it seemed like something was bothering him, but I didn't push him. That was like an unspoken rule in our friendship. Don't push too much.

After breakfast, Jacob wanted to go back to the abandoned children's home, so I followed him, with nothing better to do.

It was drizzling when we walked out. Fortunately, I was wearing my combat boots and jacket, but Jacob wasn't.

"Do you want to go back and get your coat?" I questioned.

"I didn't bring one. Let's keep going." I shrugged and did as he requested, but I couldn't help but think 'What type of person doesn't bring a coat to the UK?'

We soon reached the orphanage and it was now pouring.

I hurriedly walked inside after Jacob and instantly stopped. The inside was broken up and very messy, but it was still beautiful. I smiled and followed him.

He seemed to be searching for something. I wasn't sure what, but I still followed at a leisurely pace.

He headed down another hall and I stayed, deciding to do some exploring of my own.

I wondered what the children here had been like. Were they kind or nasty horrible children, the kind parents would point out on the street and warn you of them? Were they smart or super dumb, like Mackenzie from my math class? What hobbies did they have? Did they read, sew, paint? And, most of all, were they happy?

I stood there, pondering that until a shout cut my train of thought off.

"Hey, Rilla, I think you might want to see this."

"W-what is this?" There stood a door, possibly leading to the basement? I wasn't sure, but, knowing Jacob, I'll find out soon.

"I'm not sure, but let's find out." I knew it.

'God damnit, Jake,' I thought walking down the stairs, cautiously. 'If I die down here, it's your fault.'

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Here you are~ Fun fact: I'm writing this while I should be studying as I have exams tomorrow, but oh, well.

I also got a new book! It was recommended for readers of MPHFPC! It uses pictures to tell the story too, but not significantly as MPHFPC. It's called Asylum! Go check it out!

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