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~Peculiar for a Peculiar: Part 2~

I immediately tore open the letter. It read:

  Dear Brian,

The children have been longing to hear from you, Horace had a nightmare involving you and a scarlet haired girl. The children still haven't heard of Elizabeth as you asked, but I think it's unwise for them to not know of her-Well anyway in this dream something invisible-a hollow of course-had gotten a hold of you and... well it got you. I do hope it wasn't one of his prophetic ones; but I had to be cautious. 

I hope this letter finds you well,

Miss Peregrine

They were still alive. I could find them, tell them what happened, explain everything, and-and, wait. They don't know I exist. They would think I'm one of them. But I have to. Grandpa's last dying wish was for me to get this book. He wanted me to go and see them. He said my parent's would understand. I had to go. 

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I have a special satchel; unlike any others. You see, I'm a witch I did have lessons at Hogwarts but it was Impractical for a witch in Florida to go all the way to London for schooling instead of Ilvermorny in New York. So I went to normal school in Florida, and for a week or two every few months I go to Hogwarts, and I learn double the work that a usual student does. I am quite good at being a witch so I managed to put a spell on my grandpa's old satchel so I can enter it and it's like an apartment on the inside. I even have a dog inside there! Her name is "Eclipse" but I call her "Clipsy" for short. 

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I grabbed only essentials including: a Tales of the Peculiar book that Grandpa gave me when I was young, Clothes, Books (I can't live without them.), My sketchbook (also can't live without it.), food (Human...and dog.), My wand, etc. I ran to Grandpa's dresser, he was never rich but he was never poor, especially since he saved a big chunk of cash in his dresser hidden underneath a false bottom. I dug through all the clothes, tossing them on the floor because I had more important things to do; finally I got to the false bottom, I gave it a knock to make sure it was still there. It was. I pulled it out, (It was quite heavy for a piece of wood.) I saw a massive wad of cash all of $100 bills. I could fly all the way to Australia and back with this, and still have lots left over! But no. I couldn't I had more important things to do. Go see old people on a small island off Wales. I tossed the cash in my bag, then closed it and reopened it. The cash was gone. Perfect. I can walk inside my bag and grab the things inside it, or have it disappear to anyone but me and who I give access to. So if someone got a hold of my bag only I, and those who I allow can go and get things from it, and to anyone else they would see nothing. I ran to the garage and after a minute or so I had a Pickup Truck in front of me. (Pickup trucks are one of my favourite types of cars, also I find it can store a lot.) Every time I make something large like cars it makes me a little tired so I can't make too much or else I will pass out. After making the truck, yes I was a bit tired but I had to make it now before any police come and think I killed Grandpa. I hopped in the front and started the car. 

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I drove as fast as I could without drawing too much attention. It took about 45 minutes to get to the airport. I had a plan; yes a time consuming one but still a good-ish plan. I was going to take a plane to England then take a train to Wales and finally a boat to Carinholm. (I knew where it was because on every map Grandpa and I made he added it, circled with red, always, so I could see it better.) once I got inside I ran to the counter. "Hello..." I said out of breath to the woman at the counter. "I....need a ticket....to...England...emergency ....family issues...please" I said as I threw some of the cash on the counter. "Oh I see. Well we only have one seat left. Are you here alone?" She said. "Yes!" I cried.  "Here you go! Enjoy your flight!" the woman said, then realized I said it was a family emergency, and cut herself off. I ran as fast as my skinny legs would carry me. "Last call for gate 3 to London, England!" The announcer said.  "NO!" I screamed not caring who heard me shouting. I saw the gate I sprinted faster than I even knew I could. Once I was about 13 feet from the counter I started shouting "WAIT! I HAVE A TICKET! WAIT PLEASE!" The man at the counter realized I was yelling at him, and ran to stop the people from closing the terminal. He stopped them successfully. Thank god he did. I gave him my ticket out of breath and he said "I'm so, so sorry about that. We didn't know there would be a last minute ticket sold. We don't have them often." "It's fine!" I said. "Now may I board? I'm sorry it's an emergency." "Of course! I'm so sorry!" he apologized. I ran aboard the plane, mere minutes before it took off. I was seated at the back. Perfect. After all I've been through in a few hours I still didn't process it fully. I'm going through all this just to meet my Grandpa's old friends who are either super old, or dead. Like Grandpa. I'm going through all this for them. I hope it's worth it.      

I'm going to post a part 3 if this book gets 200 views! Sorry if this part was too long! 

-Izzy