Freakshow 〰 Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Ch. 9 - Birthday's

ᑕᕼ. 9 - ᗩIᖇᑭOᖇTᔕ

Oh fuck, I think in disdain as our dad begins to explain the trip to me.

Apparently, Jacob's bitch-ass thought it'd be a good idea for us to go to the middle of freaking nowhere to heal or connect with our grandfather or get some answers or some stupid shit while rambling about Drake Bell.

It all started after Jacob and I's birthday. After being lead into a suspiciously dark room with dad saying small things such as," Oh what a shame we didn't plan anything for your birthdays this year", and," Oh well, maybe next year." Along with my telling of him to," Shut the fuck up, no one cares about that.", the lights turned on and our relatives jumped out.

Ever since the incident with Gramps, I've been a bit... jumpy. So when a few people jump out in front of you unexpectedly, and you grab a hidden kitchen knife from your backpack, it should be considered normal. Everyone looked terrified at me for a moment, and I realized Ricky was lingering in the back of the room. I slowly loose the tension in my shoulders and put my knife back in the satchel.

"Guys, what the hell?" Jacob looked at me with an annoyed glance, showing he didn't care for the people in our living room very much either, but once our family got over the initial shock, mom went over to Jacob and held his shoulders, whispering something in his ear. After a while he'd slowly nodded.

Ricky, Jacob, and I awkwardly stood away from everyone else, and I noticed that a few minutes later, my friend, Mackena, showed up, chatting about some new pair of shoes she got, and normally, I'd tell her to shut her mouth, but the overly normal conversation was relieving, so I let her segway from shoes to clothes to parties as Jake was taken by Bobby, our uncles business partner, to have an awkward 'so-you're-crazy-now-that's-cool-the-weather's-nice' talk, which always turns to business in our family. In the middle of Mackena talking about some bonehead on the track team- Tony? Tyler? Whatever the fuck it was- I walked over to see how he was surviving.

"So whaddaya think, J-dogg?" I wince from the second-hand embarrassment that man's sentence just gave me- it felt like whip lash of desperation. My brother looked really uncomfortable, but before I could step in, he spoke up for himself.

"I'm not sure my psychiatrist would think it's such a good idea right now. Plus, I wouldn't want to leave Rose in her... fragile state." My chest burns in anger at his words. Who the hell does he think he is? He's just as screwed up as me, that superficial ass-wipe. And fragile? Crazy, sure, on edge, maybe, but fragile? Not in this lifetime.

But Bobby just nods vaguely, his eyebrows furrowing. "Oh well, sure, of course. We'll just play it by ear then pal, how's  that sound?" He didn't have time to answer because Bobby went off to lick the shoes of someone else. Mackena comes up to me, but I cut her off quickly, shamelessly using some of my magic.

"Hey, go talk to my mom about how her decor looks nice, ask for a tour." She nods numbly, her eyes looking glazed over as I march over to my brother.

"Hey J-dogg." I say angrily. He whips around to see me.

"Oh, hey, Rosie." Due to the fact that we have to spend every minute of every day together, we quickly forgave one another for the fight, yet we both refused to apologize. It was in our nature.

"What's this about me being fragile?" I ask, my eyebrows slowly raising as my lips purse. He looks at me in fear.

"I was just trying to get him off my back, you understand, right Rose?" I looked at him, my smirk tense.

"Yeah, sure,  I understand." I let out a quick laugh, letting it sound melodic, as if I truly wasn't angry. Jacob relaxed visibly.

My mom must have declined Mackena's offer of a tour, because she called for presents. They made us awkwardly sit in the middle of them all behind presents and I rolled my eyes at the childish need of my mom to have us thank everyone for their lame ass gifts. We slowly opened them, and Jacob did the good kid thing to do by showing everyone each present. While I just sort of set them together. I got a couple books about strange areas, which must of been up one my moms request, a gift card to Target, some girly necklace, and a pink hair bow, which I snorted at while adjusting my black one I had on currently, making my mom slap my arm lightly.