How to Survive as an Uneducated Peculiar

Plan

~Millard POV~

My mouth was still hanging open when we got back home.

Quickly after the incident, I had come up with a plan to find out more about these obviously peculiar children. I had made sure Bronwyn kept quiet after the event and said I would tell her my plan later.

After everyone woke up, they didn't remember a thing about what happened. They just got up and went back to doing whatever. This was beneficial for the plan.

The plan so far consisted of three steps: 

Step one: Befriend Emily and her friends

Step two: get a sample of each of their hair

Step three: wait patiently for or go to Miss Peregrine to come home and sample the hairs. (We would go to her if the situation reaches proportions of dangerous means.)

The reason hair is essential to the plan is, because there are four ways to tell peculiars apart from normals. One is obviously their peculiarities. Two is their DNA. Peculiars have different DNA from humans, ours is stronger, and has a certain magical thing about that peculiar scholars today can't identify. Three and four are eyes (ours are bigger and have dark shadows) and blood (our blood is giant blood). I can trace their DNA with their hair, with the help of Miss Peregrine, of course. Of course the easier thing is to look at their eyes, but you can only be 25% sure with eyes. I need to be 100%. 

"So do you want to tell me this plan of yours, or may I tell Emma?"

I spun around in my desk chair to see Bronwyn standing at the doorway, her arms crossed.

"Yes Bronwyn, please sit."

She sat at the end of my bed and I told her the plan. The entire time she had a skeptical look on her face. 

"Well?" I said when I was finished.

"Millard, you may be taking this a little too far." She said.

I was confused. "What?" I asked.

"Millard, we don't know these people, for all we could they could be dangerous,like you said earlier. Hell, they were stealing from Smart Aide! I know that's not really dangerous, but Millard they knocked out our friends. I don't think this a good idea." She said.

I rolled my eyes. Bronwyn could be so childish sometimes. 

"Relax Bronwyn, I can handle this. I fought against hollows, survived a gunshot wound, and lived with Enoch for over 75 years. I can handle some peculiars."

Bronwyn looked at me one more time before saying

"Fine, as long as you know what you are doing. But please be careful."

"Don't worry Bronwyn I'll be fine." I chuckled. She then left, leaving me to plot.

First texted Emily (I had her number from when we did group projects in English).

~Emily POV~

"I'm on the HIGHWAY TO HELL!!!!!!" Natalie and TJ screamed at the top of their lungs. It's funny how they always fight, but end up laughing twenty minutes later.

Suddenly I got a text from Millard.

Oh, Millard. He is certainly the oddest person I have ever met with his formal tone and odd fashion sense, but also the most charming. His soft British accent combined with his intelligence makes him, so sophisticated and classy. Unlike my friends.

"Who ya textin'" my younger cousin Natalie said over my shoulder. 

"I just got a text from Millard Nullings." I replied.