The children squished into the car, barely fitting.
I was used to this, in my last foster home, I had to sit on the lap of my older "Brother". He was always stroking my hair or playing with my skirt, and when I would tell him to stop, he would threaten to tell his mother that I was being inappropriate and disgusting. I shut my mouth after that.
I looked for a place where I could sit. There was a seemingly empty space between Bronwyn and Enoch, so I sat down.
I was greeted with a very shocked invisible boy saying "Do you mind?"
I jumped up. "At least carry this!" I took a string and tied it to his wrist in a knot he could take out quickly and easily.
"Now I can sorta see where you are. And, frankly, I want to be able to see where all of you are." I said, as I squished next to him.
Enoch rolled his eyes and Emma laughed. Emma reminded me of someone from many years ago. I could not place my finger in it, but they all seemed familiar.
"Let's go."
We drove through towns, and Enoch kept on making snarky comments, and I made more back.
We came upon a neighborhood that looked amazing. It looked like the kind where a rich, snobby person would live for half a year.
"Where are we?" I asked "Is Miss Peregrine some rich lady?"
"No, This is Jacob's neighborhood. We are coming closer to his house."
I looked out the window and sighed. Jacob was a rich kid. Probably an only child with money to waste. I hated going to fancy places, because I always looked a mess.
I looked down at my current attire. It was mud spotted and ripped down the side. No state to be in to meet a lady the others spoke so highly of.
"Sometimes I wish I was invisible…" I said to Millard "Then no one would care about my skin color, or my hair being out of place. You are so lucky."
The others looked startled at my comment.
"Why would anyone care about the color of your skin?" Bronwyn asked.
"Hispanic Girls are less likely to be adopted then perfectly white kids like you all." I said bitterly.
Everyone became suddenly very quiet. All you could hear was the humming of the engine. As we pulled into the driveway.
"I didn't notice you were Hispanic." Millard said, "Do you know any Spanish? I've been meaning to learn."
"Sé un poco de español. Sois todos muy amables por no discriminar mi piel. Muchas gracias." I said
Enoch said "What the hell does it mean?"
"I said 'I know a little Spanish. You are all very kind for not discriminating against my skin. Thank you." I put it simply.
Everyone got out of the car and walked over to an old pot shed.
"What…" I started to ask, then an invisible hand covered my mouth.
"Must you talk?" Enoch rolled his eyes. This kid must have amazingly strong eyeball muscles to be able to do it that many times.
"Well, sorry if being curious is bothering you!" I retorted
"You two are arguing like two year olds!" Emma said.
One by one, the others went into the shed. There was no way we were going to all fit in there.
"After you, m'lady." Millard said
"Okay, if an invisible boy is real, then that means that something may be behind that door other than pots."
I held my breath and went through the door. My ears popped and I took a deep breath. This was strange. Why was everything on fire? Why did the sky look so grave? Why did it look like I walked into the 1600s?
"So you all are back from your little trip, eh?" A man in a dark cloak said. "And you brought someone with you."
"Hello." I said, still dazed at the fact that we teleported to the past.
"This is Sharon. Come on , let's go see Miss P."
"Wait, We went through a tool shed, and came out in…"
"Devil's Acre." Millard said "On fire forever, because of the loop."
"Loop?" I asked
"Miss Peregrine can explain better." Emma said hurriedly
We walked to a large, gray building that said "Mental Hospital" on it
"Yep, I am nuts. Invisibles, teleporters, Loops, now I'm being led to a mental hospital" I shook my head, "It's so sad I ended up here."
"That's what I thought too at first," Jacob said, "It'll be better when you learn about it."
I saw a woman that looked like she was strict, yet kind. Almost like those foster parents that ended up adopting their children
"Miss Bartista, a pleasure to meet you. I am Alma Lefay Peregrine. You May call me Miss Peregrine."
