Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

wasn’t sulking in silence he would tell me things I
really didn’t want to know.
“One of these days your mother’s gonna leave me,”
he said one night. “If I don’t make something happen
pretty soon, I really think she might.”
I started avoiding him. I’m not sure he even noticed.
It became depressingly easy to lie about my comings
and goings.
Meanwhile, at the home for peculiar children, Miss
Peregrine instituted a near-lockdown. It was like
martial law had been declared: The smaller kids
couldn’t go anywhere without an escort, the older
ones traveled in pairs, and Miss Peregrine had to
know where everyone was at all times. Just getting
permission to go outside was an ordeal.
Sentries were drafted into rotating shifts to watch
the front and rear of the house. At all times of the day
and most of the night you could see bored faces
peeping out of windows. If they spotted someone
approaching, they yanked a pull-chain that rang a bell
in Miss Peregrine’s room, which meant that whenever
I arrived she’d be waiting inside the door to
interrogate me. What was happening outside the
loop? Had I seen anything strange? Was I sure I
hadn’t been followed?
Not surprisingly, the kids began to go a little nuts.
The little ones got rambunctious while the older ones
moped, complaining about the new rules in voices just
loud enough to be overheard. Dramatic sighs erupted
out of thin air, often the only cue that Millard had
wandered into a room. Hugh’s insects swarmed and
stung people until they were banished from the house,
after which Hugh spent all his time at the window, his
bees screening the other side of the glass.
Olive, claiming she had misplaced her leaden
shoes, took to crawling around the ceiling like a fly,
dropping grains of rice on people’s heads until they