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Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

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“Dad!”<br />

I wondered <strong>for</strong> a moment if I would have to run from<br />

him. I pictured my dad holding me down, calling <strong>for</strong><br />

help, loading me onto the ferry with my arms locked in<br />

a straightjacket.<br />

“I’m not coming with you,” I said.<br />

His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head, as if<br />

he hasn’t heard properly. I was about to repeat myself<br />

when there was a knock at the door.<br />

“Go away!” my dad shouted.<br />

The knock came again, more insistent this time. He<br />

stormed over and flung it open, and there at the top of<br />

the stairs stood Emma, a tiny ball of blue flame<br />

dancing above her hand. Next to her was Olive.<br />

“Hullo,” Olive said. “We’re here to see Jacob.”<br />

He stared at them, baffled. “What is this …”<br />

The girls edged past him into the room.<br />

“What are you doing here?” I hissed at them.<br />

“We only wanted to introduce ourselves,” Emma<br />

replied, flashing a big smile at my dad. “We’ve come<br />

to know your son rather well of late, so we thought it<br />

only proper that we should pay a friendly call.”<br />

“Okay,” my father said, his eyes darting between<br />

them.<br />

“He’s really a fine boy,” said Olive. “So brave!”<br />

“And handsome!” Emma added, winking at me.<br />

She began to roll the flame between her hands like a<br />

toy. My father stared at it, hypnotized.<br />

“Y-yes,” he stammered. “He sure is.”<br />

“Do you mind if I slip off my shoes?” Olive asked,<br />

and without waiting <strong>for</strong> an answer she did, and<br />

promptly floated to the ceiling. “Thanks. That’s much<br />

more com<strong>for</strong>table!”<br />

“These are my friends, Dad. The ones I was telling<br />

you about. This is Emma, and that’s Olive, on the<br />

ceiling.”<br />

He staggered back a step. “I’m still sleeping,” he

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