(Kailen looks like a 15 year old version of edward scissorhands, minus the scissor hands)
Bronwyn, Clare,Emma, Enoch, Fiona, Horace, Hugh, Millard, Olive, Miss, Peregrine, the Twins.
Thats a lot of people.
SkrtchSkrtchSkrtch
"Introduce yourself, Kailen." Miss Peregrine encouraged.
Skrtch
'U-um h-h-hi, im Kailen Honrich, a-and...um, t-this is JC." I stuttered.
Enoch glared at me. Why is he glaring at me? Why is he glaring at me?!
SkrtchSkrtchskrtchSkrtchSkrtch.
I looked at the ground, afraid to meet his piercing gaze.
"What is your peculiarity? Scratching too much?" A Scottish voice called out.
"I u-um, w-would rather n-not t-t-talk about i-it, r-r-right about n-now." I sputtered out in response.
"Oh come on! Quit the pathetic act! Just sho-" He was cut off.
"Mister O'Conner! Have some respect! He just came in from his old loop, he isn't comfortable telling people he's not familiar with so just leave the poor boy be" she tugged on his ear as he let out a painful yelp.
"Come now dear let's get your arm cleaned up." She guided me to the house "then we can show you your new room"
"C-c-c-cleaned up?" I stuttered and looked down at my arm.
Bleeding. It's bleeding bright red.
"O-oh" I looked down in shame.
*timeskip*
After getting bandaged up, she showed me my room.
It's walls were black and white, with the ceiling painted blue,a wardrobe with a few Sunday best outfits, and overalls and black and white striped t-shirts and leggings packed into the drawers. Toy blocks, paper and crayons sat in a corner, ready to be used.
A toy airplane sat on the table, with a little outfit matching my own sat, with the name "JC" stitched on the pocket. A chest filled with toys sat next to the table and a bed was stuffed into the corner with black sheets were neatly made.
"This is you're very own room, do you like it?" Miss Peregrine said, hopeful for a positive response.
I looked around the room in silent awe "I love it!"
"Is that for me kiddo?" He pointed at the tiny overalls. "Mmhmm." I gave the overalls to him and he ran off to go change.
"T-thank you m-miss, I really a-a-appreciate it" I blushed and looked down.
"Anytime dear" she replied smiling brightly.
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Itching and Scratching (Millard nullings)
FanfictionHello everyone, I write terrible stories but whatever, this one is a MPHFPC story in which my charictar is in love with Millard Cause whY not This is a go with the flow type of story
