We've Only Just Begun

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I never really thought there were peculiars outside of loops. Much less around us. We thought we were the only ones. But I guess we were wrong. We also thought that ymbrynes tell us everything. But we were wrong again.  This is the story of uneducated peculiars and our encounter with them. 

Sincerely,  

Millard Nullings 

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Jake POV 

'Sunny days, drifting the clouds away' I hummed as I came downstairs. Most the peculiars were already up and ready for school. I made my way to Emma and pecked her on the cheek. 

"I had fun last night," I whispered. She giggled.

"I had fun too. Now go get ready,school starts in twenty minutes." I rolled my eyes and ran to change. 

"Why are you so perky?" Millard asked me once I was ready. 

"No reason." I smiled. Hugh noticed this and smiled even more.

"You and Emma had sex!" He said. I felt my cheeks go a little red, but I grinned. Millard looked astonished (he was wearing his makeup) and Hugh laughed. 

"I knew that wasn't you last night in our room. I knew it was just some pillows. I used to do that trick all the time back in the loop. Fi too. In fact we do it quite often, if you know what I mean." Hugh wiggled his eyebrows. Hugh, Millard, and I shared a room in my home, because there were only five rooms. Mom and Dads', Miss P's, Enoch and Horaces', Claire and Olives', and Emma, Bronwyn, and Fionas'. We found Fiona after days of searching Miss Wren's loop. She had been okay, except for a broken leg and arm. She's fine now though; she recovered quickly.

Millard rolled his eyes. "Both of you are beyond immature. Come on before we're late." He picked up his backpack and left our room. Me and Hugh burst into fits of laughter as soon as he left. 

"He's so jealous!" Hugh laughed. We laughed even more. 

"What's so funny?" Enoch demanded coming in to our room. 

"Just making fun of your baby fat, Nochy." Hugh said. He rolled his eyes and left. Over the past year in the 21st century, the peculiars had adapted to the trends. Enoch was a total emo, only wearing black and listening to WAY to much My Chemical Romance. Hugh became a total badass, almost never doing homework and braking the PDA rule with Fiona, one to many times. Fiona, on the other hand, has been the good quite child who never talks. Total opposites. Emma has become quite popular in our high school and too many guys hit on her. But I get the privilege to say, HAHA SHE'S MINE. ALL MINE. MY GIRLFRIEND. NOT YOURS. WHO'S THE LOSER NOW. Still me, but hey I got a girlfriend. Bronwyn has become the star female athlete in our school, and has actually won trophies. Horace has become the fashionista of his school (according to Enoch) and is the king of sass (at home and in school). Olive and Claire remained the same except for a new love of modern toys, such as beanie barbie dolls, carebears, and barbies. (A/N: I know they're kinda old, but I loved carebears and beanie babies as a kid) Also they watch WAY to many cartoons. And finally Millard has become the smartest kid in school, taking all AP (Advanced Placement) classes. He also has to wear make up to blend in at school. Guess who was the first to make fun of that?

"HURRY UP JAKE," Emma yelled from downstairs "YOU TOO, HUGH!". We sighed and ran downstairs to our respective girlfriends. Fiona was standing with her hands on her hips next to Emma who was not pleased. 

"Come on we're late" she said. Fiona led hugh to their car (Hugh stole it from some dude by distracting him with bees) and I led Emma to mine where most of the peculiars were packed.

"Well you took your precious time today, didn't you Jacob?" Horace said as soon as I entered the car. I glared at him and he piped down. I pulled the car into drive as we drove to school. 

"Happy Early Birthday," Emma whispered into my ear. 

"My birthday is a week a way," I whispered back. 

"But you got your first out of many presents last night." she winked, and I blushed. I have the best girlfriend ever.

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