Miss Peregrine's Peculiar's Back Stories

Claire Densmore

"Hi, everyone! I'm sooooo excited to tell you all my story! I may only be six since we're in the present now, but I still have an awesome story! Way more awesome than Millard's story, might I add." She says.

Millard, from behind the camera. "I'm literally filming this for you, and you're dissing my story?"

"Of course! You're my oldest big brother, so I can do that!" Claire jokes, and she laughs.

"Whatever." Millard says, rolling his eyes invisibly and going back to Claire.

"Okay! Now, let story time begin!" Claire says enthusiastically, and then the story begins.

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I was sitting in my room playing with my dolly when my mom called and said that it was time for school. This was in 1955, I believe.

"I'm the youngest of all the children, so I was born after all of them. I always knew a bit more about the future than them, which was cool. Anyway."

I shoved my dolly in my book bag, then ran to the front door, giving my mommy a hug and then running out to the sidewalk. I walked down it, heading to school. I walked for a block, then made it to school. I walked inside, then went to my classroom.

"I was in the first grade at the time. Believe it or not, first grade kids at my school were cruel."

After sitting through school, we had recess. I was outside sitting in the grass playing with my dolly. The only reason I even brought a book bag was to bring my dolly. I really had no other use for it. I was playing with Sally, my dolly, while all the other girls jumprope or picked flowers and made little bouquets. The boys were playing tag and basketball, and I thought that no one was paying attention to me. Of course, I was wrong.

The first grade bully, Sammy, came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up from my dolly, seeing that it was him. Sammy always teased me because I didn't do "normal recess things", which was doing what everyone else did. I didn't feel like jump roping, and there was a field of flowers only half a block away from my house, so I could pick flowers any time I wanted! Plus, at the field by my house, there was always a quiet messy girl growing flowers, and she let me talk to her, so it was way better than the field at school.

"Obviously, I discovered that 'quiet, messy girl' to be Fiona when I arrived at the home."

So anyway, I didn't do the regular recess things and always played with my dolly, which I guess was bullying material. Sammy grabbed my dolly and started tearing it apart, as it was a rag doll.

"This was almost traumatizing for me as a genuine in six year old, because my grandma had made that doll for me, and she had passed away. It was a doll she made so that I remembered her, and I didn't want to forget her."

I got really upset and started crying, and a sob escaped the back of my head. This surprised me and Sammy both, and he immediately dropped the shredded doll and ran behind me, pulling my blonde curls out of the way. I squealed for him to stop, but he didn't. Sammy uncovered the whole back of my head, and then screamed.

"THERE'S A MOUTH ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD!!! SHE'S A FREAK, EVERYONE!!! CLAIRE'S A FREAK!!!" Sammy yelled at the top of his lungs. I started crying even harder, then screamed. Sammy kept yelling.

"WE KNEW SHE WAS WEIRD!!! SHE DOESN'T BELONG HERE!!! SHE'S WORSE THAN US!!! WE'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN HER!!! SHE'S JUST A WEIRD BACK MOUTH KID WITH A MOM AND A DEAD DAD!!!" Sammy yelled. This touched me. A lot.

"You see, when I was five, my dad had passed in a car crash. So Sammy yelling at me that I was the weird kid with a dead dad did not please me very much. So, I kinda bit him with my back mouth."

Sammy screamed, then ran away to our teacher, who was inside the building. I immediately felt bad, but a little proud of myself for standing up for dad, who was up in heaven.

Kindergarten was only half a day in that time, so it ended after recess. The teacher came out and started screaming at me, calling me a freak herself. She told me to leave the school right then and never come back. So that's what I did. I shoved Sally into my book bag, then ran away from the school and down the sidewalk towards my house. As I was running, I smoothed down the hair on the back of my head, hiding my back mouth.

I got home, and when I did, my mom grabbed my arm and stopped me from running to my room. She always prepared an after school lunch and snack time for me, so she was astonished that I was trying to skip it. She asked me what was wrong, and I simply told her to look at the back of my head. I still had tears streaming down my face.

Her mouth gaped when she saw it, and she started crying. She said some words I'll never forget.

"You're not my daughter. My daughter's gone! My daughter is not a freak like you." Then she picked me up and walked me to my room, where she grabbed the largest backpack we owned and started shoving some clothes and books and crayons and my coloring book into the bag. She then grabbed my hairbrush and bows and shoved them into the bag as well, then put it on her shoulder and picked me up again. She carried me out to our car, and then put me in the backseat and got into the drivers seat.

My mom drove me to the orphanage twenty minutes away, and dropped me outside with my bag.

"Mom!" I yelled as she got back in the car. She rolled down her window and sneered at me.

"I don't know where my real daughter is, but it's not you. I'm leaving you here. If you show up at my house again, you're done." My mom said, and then drove away.

I sat there crying until I heard footsteps approaching me from down the road. I figured that it was the mean old lady who ran the orphanage, but when I looked up, it was a nice looking old lady. I smiled up at her, and she down at me. She pulled me out of the grass in front of the building, then grabbed my bag.

"You're special, aren't you?" She asked, and I nodded, smiling.

"There's a mouth on the back of my head." I whispered like it was a secret, and she smiled.

"Well, I can turn into a bird. I have a place that you and my other special kids. And you know your friend Olive?" She asked.

"Yes! Olives my only friend, and she goes to a different school than me!" I yelled triumphantly, and the lady nodded.

"Great. Olive can float in the air, so she's going to be living there too." The lady said, and I smiled. "My name is Miss Peregrine, and I'm going to take care of you like you're my daughter." She said, I hugged her tightly.

"Miss P took me home and introduced me to everyone, and Olive and I got to share a room! We're best friends to this day, and we still share a room! We'll probably get new rooms in a few years since we actually age now, but we'll always be best friends!" Claire exclaimed.

"Thanks for watching, everyone! I hope you enjo-"

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"Millard! You cut me off! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Check out Olive's back story, cause she's going next!" Claire exclaims, then waved at the camera and blew a kiss, and Millard stopped the video.