Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

numbed out.
“I want to, but I don’t think I can.”
“Why not?”
I considered the idea. The sun, the feasts, the
friends … and the sameness, the perfect identical
days. You can get sick of anything if you have too
much of it, like all the petty luxuries my mother bought
and quickly grew bored with.
But Emma. There was Emma. Maybe it wasn’t so
strange, what we could have. Maybe I could stay for a
while and love her and then go home. But no. By the
time I wanted to leave, it would be too late. She was a
siren. I had to be strong.
“It’s him you want, not me. I can’t be him for you.”
She looked away, stung. “That isn’t why you should
stay. You belong here, Jacob.”
“I don’t. I’m not like you.”
“Yes, you are,” she insisted.
“I’m not. I’m common, just like my grandfather.”
Emma shook her head. “Is that really what you
think?”
“If I could do something spectacular like you, don’t
you think I would’ve noticed by now?”
“I’m not meant to tell you this,” she said, “but
common people can’t pass through time loops.”
I considered this for a moment, but couldn’t make
sense of it. “There’s nothing peculiar about me. I’m
the most average person you’ll ever meet.”
“I doubt that very much,” she replied. “Abe had a
rare and peculiar talent, something almost no one
else could do.”
And then she met my eyes and said, “He could see
the monsters.”