Enorace

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Horace's POV
I don't own the picture:)

"Ughh!" I shouted getting my ankles hacked at by a little clay man. Me and Enoch were having a fight again and while he got his strength back (I had punched him in the stomach) he sent clay soldiers to chop up my leather shoes.

Enoch jumped up and charged, at me knocking me down and prepared to punch my face in when the door flew open and Miss Peregrine marched. Busted.

"Mr O'Connor, Mr Somnusson! How many times have I told you to not to fight!" Miss P said, outraged. Enoch mumbled something that sounded like an apology and I hung my head in shame. "No... This is the last straw." Miss P whispered, which made me tremble in fear, "You to shall be handcuffed together for 3 days, that will hopefully make you two get along." My brain froze. Be handcuffed to my crush for 3 days and have to share a bed and go to the toilet together and showers and nightmares and omgomgomgomg. I basically had a mental breakdown and Enoch screamed "WHAT!!"

Enoch's POV
No no no no this wasn't happening I was dreaming and wanting to wake up please... Nope of course not.

Horace and I were told to meet Miss Peregrine at 1 pm and it was 12:55 so I hedded (A/N is that even a word???) of to the kitchen. The moment of doom. Horace was all ready there and so was Miss P. "Enoch, put out you right arm, Horace, your left." We did, she clicked the cuffs on and set us on our way.

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