Hideaway, Miss Ptarmigans home for peculiar children

|Chapter 1|-The email

My parents had always told me my  grandpas useless stories were never real. Although, of course, I had believed him back when I was young. He would always tell me about how his parents had met them, the so called 'peculiars' back when he was around fourteen . But for now i've just basically put those story fragments out of my brain, cause I won't be needing them now; or maybe even ever. My grandpa's name was Jacob Portman, but my parents found out that a long time ago, he had ran away again after the 'peculiars' had come back for him once more, when he was around twenty-two. Actually, he had never told me these stories, but I had found some slips of paper one of his old jackets, one of the last things left by him. But, back to former reality, I snapped out of daydreaming about way back when. I stood up groggily, stretching my arms out and stifling a yawn. It was in the middle of summer, a humid day In Cairnholm, Wales. My dad said we had moved here when I was a baby to try and find my grandpa. One day he had just disappeared. This was the last place he had done this same thing before, so they spent all there time looking for him. No hope. So now i'm here, in this nondescript town, in the middle of summer. I walked down the short downstairs, pouring myself a bowl of cereal with some milk. I ate, looking at my phone with poor wifi. This town was very small, with barely any Internet service, so it was rare for something like this to happen. I had gotten a email from somebody called firegirl1901@gmail.com .