*ON HOLD* The Voice {Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children}

Chapter 4

I unexpectedly woke up in a small rocky enclosed space, supposedly a cave or tunnel,with an extra pang of pain on my left shoulder. "Bronwyn!" The voice that belonged to That Miss peregrine woman,"I told you, she is already injured, we don't want or need to hurt her any further!" 

"Sorry Miss won't happen again!" I little girl voice said.

I sat up and felt a new, fresh gush of wind and my ears popped. But my moment of thinking was interrupted by Miss Peregrine.

"Hop up now, Eliza, we're almost at our destination" She instructed.

Getting up I started feeling dizzy again but the little girl that, around 9 or 10, steadied me on my two feet.

"Thanks." I said, surprised of how strong a girl that small was,

"No problem, I'm Bronwyn Bruntley." she introduced herself in a very civilized manner,

"Eliza Keen. Nice to meet you Bronwyn!" I replied

"Girls, you can converse when we get back to the house, for now, please follow me." Miss Peregrine interrupted.

"Yes Miss P." Bronwyn said.

Walking out of the tunnels small exit/entrance I noticed that the weather had changed dramatically since the car ride. Although extremely confused I held onto all my questions remembering how Miss Peregrine had repeatedly asked for her questions to wait till we get to the house, my new home.

Travelling down a small dirt road with no shoes on we reached some trees that were so tall they covered the sun only letting small rays through which made it look like it belonged in a Georges Seurat painting. I followed Miss Peregrine with Bronwyn by my side through those trees and I noticed an old, tall and large house, basically the size of a small mansion that looked like was built in the 1930's but suspiciously still in very good condition. Then it hit me, this was the house that Miss Peregrine said had been bombed in the german air raid. I was sure I had just seen it earlier, torn to shreds, this honestly can't be possible. it doesn't even add up. Was I dead? Is that why I'm seeing things that aren't real?

We stepped up the tiny porch walked straight through the large front door and was greeted with the strong and sweet perfume of Roses. In the hallway there were many doors and archways that lead into other rooms and at the very end a staircase that was occupied by a boy holding two clay figures in his hands, a girl with thick black gloves and fiery red hair and another girl with pale lilac hair and eyes. Those three seemed to in a very deep conversation about the boys two toys.

"Olive!" Miss Peregrine called, "Could you please make me a cup of tea?"

"Yes Miss Peregrine." The girl with the fiery red hair said, obviously she was Olive, as she headed into the kitchen.

Miss peregrine guided me into the next room, through a dark archway that lead to what looked like the living room. I glanced back into the kitchen, which was linked through a smaller arch, to see Olive with her hands wrapped around the kettle while it seemed to boil even though it wasn't on a stove. Then the girl with the purple hair walked in and started talking again. When the conversation ended they both looked a little upset, mainly Olive. She then took her hands off the kettle and I saw some red, steaming hot handprints left on the kettle. 

"This is Olive," Miss Peregrine gestured towards Olive then to me, "and this is Eliza." Olive waved and gave Miss Peregrine her tea then returned everything and walked up the stairs.

"HOW DID SHE GET THE KETTLE TO BOIL, IT WASN'T EVEN ON THE STOVE?!" I whisper/yelled

"Oh dear, we're in a home for peculiar children, so there has to some peculiarities." Miss Peregrine stated calmly,

"Great, so you're telling me I've been taken into a home for the insane kids in the world! Great!"

"No, you see, everyone who is one of my wards has a specific special ability. Take Olive for example, she sets fire to anything she touches." She explained

"If this is all real what are you?" I asked, still not fully convinced,

"I am what you call an Ymbryne I have the abilities to turn into a bird and to manipulate time." She said sounding proud of herself.

"Oh, cool, So if I've been brought to a house for peculiars I must have one, am I correct?"

"Yes of course," She replied

"Well what is it?" I asked impatiently 

"You have the abilities like a siren, you're voice is so powerful it can control anyone and can break glass or even someone's eardrums if pushed too far." She said.

"Well that cool am I staying here forever?" I asked

"Well of course you are and- Oh look at the time 5 o'clock, time for me to go and cook dinner, go and mingle with my other wards or go and find a room for yourself to be living in, we have 3 available." And with that she sweeped out of the room and started to cook dinner.