beginnings

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       "Mister Bruntley, I will not tolerate such rudeness! We have no more rooms to house the poor dear. I expect this foolish attitude to be gone before he arrives. And Don't even think I'll change my mind about rooming you two together." Miss peregrine said with a flourish. She was all hung up about this "poor new boy" that was to be arriving from some sick loop.
       She had tried to convince victor to share his room with the new kid that wasn't even here yet, but was unsuccessful. So naturally, she pulled the "I'm the boss bitch" card, So he couldn't say no. He stomped upstairs to his room and punched the wall.
A bad idea...
"MISTER BRUNTLEY SHAT WAS THAT CRUNCHING NOISE? IF YOU PUNCHED THE WALL AGAIN I WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED!"
Victor sighed. What can he say, life sucks sometimes.
       He crawled out of the window and onto the roof, looking at the blue skies that went on forever, the faint calls of seagulls, and the bustling town downhill. Being outside worked like a drug, calming him down before he ripped someone's head off.
        Taking a few deep breaths, he allowed himself to think about the situation at hand. For all he knew, the new boy would be cool. Maybe even like a servant. Maybe the new kid would only come in the room to sleep. Maybe...

       Time flies by when you're sleeping outside on the roof.   
       Victor woke up to bombs exploding and darkness. It wasn't a bad thing. He was used to it now, but it didn't make it any less unsettling. He scrambled to the window and wormed himself in.
        He knew miss peregrine would be upset that he missed dinner, but he didn't care right now. He wasn't in the mood to talk about some kid coming here tomorrow. He snuck downstairs hoping for a quick bite before the loop reset.
       Sounds of grossness and ass touching were coming from the living room, and due to the weird growls, it was abe and Emma. Victor gagged, not out of disgust, but the fact that is sounded like Abe was strangling her with his tongue. Victor avoided them and got to the kitchen. He raided the cookie jar, and went to sleep.

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