How to Survive as an Uneducated Peculiar

Dirty Little Secret

~Millard's POV~

I woke up to the smell of Pancakes and the sound of harsh vomiting.

I looked around the room Jake, Emma, Bronwyn, Hugh, Fiona, and I were sharing to see Fiona vomiting into a small can.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. Hugh was holding her hair back as she puked. 

"She's sick." Hugh said. 

"As I can see. Is it a virus or something?" I asked.

"I don't know." Hugh replied. Fiona finished a few seconds later and ran to the restroom. We heard the sound of water running and a toilet flushing. She came back out a few seconds later.

"I'm fine. It's probably just nausea or something. Shall we go to breakfast?" She said, leaving the room for the kitchen.

"The results!" I said to myself. I quickly ran down to the kitchen to see the results of the genealogy test we did on the other peculiars. 

"Miss, Finch, Miss Finch, did you get them back?" I quickly asked her. She seemed surprised by my enthusiasm, because she knocked over a plate of Pancakes.

"I haven't checked yet. Good Lord child are you always this annoying?" She said with her hands on her hips.

"Yes" Emma, Bronwyn, Fiona,Hugh, and Jake replied.

"Hey!" I gave them a glare.

"It's true." Emma said.

"He is this insufferabley annoying all the time." Bronwyn said.

I huffed and crossed my arms, but said nothing. I suppose they may be right, I could be just a little bit intolerable sometimes.

I sat down at the table and began eating some pancakes. Oh god, have I missed the bird's cooking. Speaking of the birds, I never found out why they were so worried last night. At first I supposed it was fear that the children were actually shape shifting wights (which I still slightly believe), but I may be possibly, unlikely wrong. I, mean, I am THE BRAINS of this peculiar group. How could I be wrong? Okay, I may, very unlikely, be a tiny bit off.

Just as she sat down, Fiona then took off to the bathroom again, Hugh and Emma in her trail.

"My word, what's wrong with Miss Frauenfeld?" Miss Peregrine asked. Bronwyn, Jacob, and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"I don't know Miss. She's been acting funny lately. She's probably getting her period." Bronwyn said. Jake and I shuddered at the word 'period'. Oh bird, why do girls have to talk about their monthly vaginal bleeding?! It's so...gross! (A/N: To any male readers, you have absolutely NO IDEA what women go through on their periods!)

"I see." Miss Peregrine said. "So how has everything been in Florida? How are Claire, Olive, Horace, and Enoch?"

"Claire and Olive are fine Miss. They went Trick-Or-Treating for the first time last night. I imagine they had fun." Bronwyn said. "And Enoch and Horace have been..."

"Annoying." Jake said.

"Intolerable." I said.

"Yeah." Bronwyn said.

"Oh my." Miss Peregrine moaned, right as Fiona came back in the room.

"Miss Frauenfeld!" She yelled, as Fiona sat down again. She rushed to Fiona's side and put a hand on her head.

"You don't have a temperature. Are you sick? Or is it just a bit of loop nausea?"

"Um...I probably should talk to you about that..." Fiona trailed off, looking to the floor.