Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

outside the loop. I was about to ask how we were
planning to reach the ground when I saw Olive float
into view past the edge of the roof.
“Who’s keen for a game of parachute?” she said,
smiling broadly. She was barefoot and wore a rope
knotted around her waist. Curious what she was
attached to, I peeked over the roof to see Fiona, rope
in hand, hanging out a window and waving up at me.
Apparently, we had accomplices.
“You first,” Enoch barked.
“Me?” I said, backing nervously away from the
edge.
“Grab hold of Olive and jump,” Emma said.
“I don’t remember this plan involving me shattering
my pelvis.”
“You won’t, dummy, if you just hang on to Olive. It’s
great fun. We’ve done it loads of times.” She thought
for a moment, “Well, one time.”
There seemed to be no alternative, so I steeled
myself and approached the roof’s edge. “Don’t be
frightened!” Olive said.
“Easy for you to say,” I replied. “You can’t fall.”
She reached out her arms and bear-hugged me
and I hugged her back, and she whispered, “Okay,
go.” I closed my eyes and stepped into the void.
Instead of the drop I’d feared, we drifted slowly to the
ground like a balloon leaking helium.
“That was fun,” Olive said. “Now let go!”
I did, and she went rocketing back up to the roof,
saying “Wheeeee!” all the way. The others shushed
her and then, one after another, they hugged her and
floated down to join me. When we were all together
we began sneaking toward the moon-capped woods,
Fiona and Olive waving behind us. Maybe it was my
imagination, but the breeze-blown topiary creatures
seemed to wave at us, too, with Adam nodding a
somber farewell.