"Miss"
"Miss Peregrine?"
"MISS PEREGRINE WAKE UP!"
Alma ,who was asleep, woke with a start that sent her toppling off her bed and onto the floor with a Bump. Her long braid cascaded down her back and she brushed a strand of dark blue/black hair off her forehead as she glowered up at Horace, who was bending down to help her while franticaly apoligizing.
"Horace! Kindly explain why you chose to wake me at the crack of dawn on a Saturday by shouting in my ear", Alma scolded as she pulled herself to her feet.
"I'm so, so sorry Miss but there's a strange lady in the kitchen claiming that she knows you", said Horace apoligeticaly. Alma raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't you ask her name?" Alma asked.
"Yes Miss, but she refused to tell me because she said she wants to surprise you."
"Well, what does she look like?", Alma was always gifted at remembering faces.
"Curley brown hair, slim, wild-looking, and very tall", said Horace.
Alma's jaw dropped. There was only one person Alma knew that could mach that description, but it couldn't be...her. It's been almost a century since they've seen each other.
She rushed past Horace, out the door, down the hallway, and down the stairs to the kitchen to comfirm her theory.
She was right. There, perched on the counter, sat Alma's closest friend: Charlotte.
Charlotte and Alma had been friends since Alma was 10 years old, but they hadn't seen each other since Alma had graduated from Miss Avocet's Ymbryne Acadamy when Alma was 18.
It's very hard to describe Charlotte. She looked human but she didn't quite seem human. There was this peculiar air about her that didn't seem normal. Indeed, Charlotte wasn't normal at all but wasn't quite a peculiar either. Yes, she had powers but they weren't peculiar. Charlotte was the last of a very ancient race of 'interdimentional beings' as she said. Charlotte had multiple powers - which included shapeshifting, imortality, comunicating with animals, ect. - and quite a number of nonmagical qualities. Her charm and quick wit made Charlotte a very likeable person. It was one of the many factors that helped Alma fall in love with her.
"Hello, Old Friend", said Charlotte. She jumped off the counter and Alma ran to hug her. She normally didn't show this much affection in front of the children (who were now gather in the hall) but Charlotte and her had a history and Alma had missed Charlotte.
Although Charlotte was a full foot taller than she was, Alma kissed her on both cheeks before scolding her about not warning her of her arival.
"I wanted to surprise you!" Charlotte said in her defence ," How was I supposed to do that when you knew I was coming!"
"Fair point", Alma pouted," But you could have came directly into my bedroom instead of scaring my children half to death"
"Where's the fun in that?" Charlotte cried. Alma gave her a mean look.
"How are your children by the way?" Charlotte asked, mimicking a British accent as though they were discussing the matter over tea, in an attempt to change the subject.
"Very well, thank you", Alma replied. Alma turned around to face her children. Enoch was frowning; Emma, Olive, Fiona, and Jacob looked more relaxed; Horace looked nervous; Hugh and Millard both had their arms crossed; and Claire, Bronwyn, and the twins seemed more curious than frightened.
"Children, this my dear, dear friend Charlotte", Alma said. Horace came right up to Charlotte and said," Good morning. I'm Horace", and shook Charlotte's hand.
Charlotte smiled at Horace as though she found his politness vaughly amusing. One by one all of the children came up and inrtoduced themselves and soon they were all talking an laughing at the table as Alma, Olive, and Emma started to cook an early breakfast.
Hey Guys, this is my first fanfic so please, please, PLEASE write a reveiw.