I heard distinctly British voices above her. I kept my eyes closed,
"If she faints when she sees a peculiarity then she can't be the one the ymbrynes were talking about!" A girl's sweet Welsh accent said.
"Give her a chance, you never know what lies in store…." This was a sophisticated voice, like the kind you hear in movies that the villain uses.
"Look, she's waking up!" A cockney accent said
I groaned. I was hoping to hear more. I looked around me and saw that we were in an old parking lot.
"Rise and shine!" The cockney accented boy said. "Wow. You actually are shorter than me!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" I said
"Nothing. Enoch is just being an ass." The sophisticated voice said out of thin air.
I jumped. The other people seemed used to voices talking out of thin air.
"Millard, You really need to put on some clothes!" The normal looking boy I saw earlier said
"So, Millard is invisible?" I said, trying to comprehend "And you said Enoch is an ass, and you are?"
"I'm Emma, that's Bronwyn and this is Jacob." Emma said. She was the girl I saw fire in her hands. This was getting crazier by the minute.
"I'm just going to go home now." I said "And I'll just forget all of this. If you can direct me to the nearest police station I will be much obliged."
"Hold on, we need to ask you a few questions." Jacob said
"Please just let me go home. This is all way too much to take in." I started crying at the thought of what the man could have done to me.
"Hey, what are you crying about? You were just saved." Jacob looked absolutely clueless.
"Shut up Jacob," Bronwyn said, and sat beside me. "No one is going to hurt you, so why don't you tell us something about yourself? I'm sure we'd all love to hear how you got into this mess."
I regained my composure, looked them straight in the eye and said, "My name is Amaya Bartista. Others call me Maya. I am an author and poet. I write children's stories, these fairy tales I created, showing everyone what is inside me. My english teacher, Miss Peters, said I have a chance they could be published, so I wrote a collection of them to be sent off. I was walking home, when that man grabbed me."
"So, basically, you're a major league nerd like Millard." Enoch deduced. Emma shot him daggers, but I laughed.
"I read and write because I love to, and if that does not make me at least somewhat a nerd, I don't know what does!"
"Finally, someone who appreciates culture." the invisible boy said.
"I have one question, oh, appreciator of culture. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" I said
"Miss Peregrine will tell you everything." He replied.
"Peregrine? Like the bird?" I asked skeptically.
"Yes, what else would it be like?" Enoch said impatiently, leading me to the sports car.
"For all I know it could be just a name." I twisted out of his grip on my arm and started walking towards nowhere in particular.
"Where are you going?" Emma said. And I bumped into the invisible barrier in front of me.
"Jeez, people, I want to leave."
"You need to come with us."
"I think I know better then to get in with people I don't even know into a fancy car, to God knows where." I checked my non-existent watch. "Besides, I have to be home before the Croc finds out I left."
"The Croc?" Jacob asked
"Miss Baudelaire. She runs the foster home. She's big and scary and moves slow like a crocodile." I explained
"Foster home?" Bronwyn cocked her head.
"I'm pretty sure I made that clear…" I said
"I'll tell you later," Jacob said. "Have you ever wanted to leave your foster home? Like, explore the world?"
I stopped and tilted my head. "Don't you think every kid dreams that? Why do you think I want to publish my writing?"
"Then come with us."
I hesitated. This could be my chance.
"How long will it take?"
