Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

Hoping to duck another lecture, I got up early and set
out before Dad was awake. I slipped a note under his
door and went to grab Emma’s apple, but it wasn’t on
my nightstand where I’d left it. A thorough search of
the floor uncovered a lot of dust bunnies and one
leathery thing the size of a golf ball. I was starting to
wonder if someone had swiped it when I realized that
the leathery thing was the apple. At some point during
the night it had gone profoundly bad, spoiling like I’ve
never seen fruit spoil. It looked as though it had spent
a year locked in a food dehydrator. When I tried to
pick it up it crumbled in my hand like a clump of soil.
Puzzled, I shrugged it off and went out. It was
pissing rain but I soon left gray skies behind for the
reliable sun of the loop. This time, however, there
were no pretty girls waiting for me on the other side of
the cairn—or anyone, for that matter. I tried not to be
too disappointed, but I was, a little.
As soon as I got to the house I started looking for
Emma, but Miss Peregrine intercepted me before I’d
even made it past the front hall.
“A word, Mr. Portman,” she said, and led me into
the privacy of the kitchen, still fragrant from the rich
breakfast I’d missed. I felt like I’d been summoned to
the principal’s office.
Miss Peregrine propped herself against the giant
cooking range. “Are you enjoying your time with us?”
she said.
I told her I was, very much.