When Eleanor decides to follow the strange bird at her window, she runs away from her alcoholic uncle to find people who would love her for her. Maybe another special someone who would love her even more than anyone else does. She meets the one who...
Enoch's POV "You're right. Thanks Elle." She stopped dead in her tracks. "Elle..? Eleanor? Hello?" I shook her by the shoulders. Tears were streaming down her face. "Eleanor! Are you ok?! You're crying!!! Talk to me!" I yelled, waving my hands in front of her face. Her eyes went wide, awakening from whatever she was thinking of. "Huh? Oh I uh.." She managed to stutter. I pulled her into a hug. Eleanor's POV Enoch pulled me into a hug. I sobbed, and sobbed, soaking the front of his grey sweater with my tears. ****** We made it back to the house, neither saying anything. Silence. Miss Peregrine gathered everyone to go walk around Cairnholm. "Good, good! Right on time everyone. Please do stay close, I wouldn't want to go out looking for you all frantic, as today is a beautiful day." Miss P announced. We all headed to the cliffs together. I lagged behind the others, kicking the bits of gravel and small stones. I walked every so slowly, you might've thought I had a walking problem. A rock about the size of a stone hit the back of Enoch's foot. Whoops. Sorry. I looked down, pretending I didn't kick it. He turned around. Oh boy. "Look Eleanor, I don't know what happened back there, of what I did wrong, but please, if you need anyone to talk to, I'm always here to listen." Enoch said. "Thank you Enoch." I said under my breath. He nodded, hearing what I'd just said. ****** The small town of Cairnholm came into view. The little houses and shops bunched together. As we passed through the tress, I noticed a little mouse. It looked at me, and I looked at it. He mouse scurried away under the brush. Aww little mousie. ****** We came back to the house, all exhausted from the walk. Miss Peregrine allowed us some free time again, she was busy exchanging important phone calls with other ymbrynes. I went inside to take out my book from my duffle bag - the one from 2016. Peter Pan it read on the front cover of the book. I walked outside, the hem of my dress slightly brushing the leaves as I walked through Fiona's garden.
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I spotted a nice oak tree to climb, swaying as I walked toward it. The wind changed depending on my mood. This time I was actually quite anxious. I was thinking of how Enoch was sorry for slightly triggering one of my most depressing memories. We both felt bad. I tucked Peter Pan under my arm and jumped to grab the lowest branch. I swung myself over onto the limb and reached for another one. --- (A/N)
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Pls forgive me. --- I kept climbing until I reached a nice spot, facing the view of the skyline. The sun was starting to set when I got half way through Peter Pan. I watched the horizon slowly fade from blue, to purple, to orange, to pink, when suddenly, "BOO!!" said a voice. I jumped, falling, which seemed like forever, bouncing off tree branches, shaking the leaves of the limbs. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact.
