I watched as the wagon burst into hot balls of heat. Fiona screamed loudly before Emma placed her hand over Fiona's mouth, muffling her cries, trying not to get the attention of the guards. Kayla woke up with a start, scarcely looking around.
I pressed my hands against the floors, trying to find any moisture in the planks. Slowly, residue and condensation arose with my hands. I watched as the water shot towards the fire, smothering it. The flames went out and she efficiently moved Fiona towards the hole.
"Quickly now." Olive said, glancing back towards the front of the wagon. Fiona jumped out, rolling on the ground. Fiona ran to keep up with the wagon. Next was Emma, which she found easy. Olive followed with Kayla on her tail. Last was me as I jumped out, landing on the grass.
The grass was covered in dew, making the hems of my dress moist. Shaken, the children looked back at me. I awkwardly smiled. Then, I heard a noise.
"Sorry, I got a text." Kayla said, glancing down at her phone. My mouth hung open and then I panicked. I grabbed the phone off of Kayla and started hyperventilating.
"What's wrong?" Fiona asked, obviously oblivious to the future phone. I clicked onto the home screen and read the year. 2017.
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Miss Peregrine and her children awoke from their previously unconscious state. Bound by a rope, their hands wouldn't move. Miss Peregrine whipped her head around to see all her wards like this. She muffled a scream.
Claire had a deep cut on her face with blood pouring onto her angelic dress. Dried tears solidified on her cheeks.
Enoch and Jake's heads were oozing with blood and dirt, making their heads messy. Bronwyn sat dazed in the corner, not a wound in sight.
Hugh had no sore but his heart was broken. Fiona's absent had obviously gotten to him and his tears were the only damage present.
Horace's fine clothes had been torn and covered with blood. Annoyed, Horace screamed in anger, waking everyone up. The twins started poking him, aggravated about their disturbed slumber.
The only person missing was Millard.
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guilty confessions | mphfpc
Fanfiction"We could play a game?" I suggested. "It could lighten the mood." "Like what? Princesses?" Enoch said, sarcastically. "No, from my time. There is a game called Guilty Confessions. We each have something to confess a true story to tell. The best or m...
