Having grown up with someone like Jake Portman, I've grown up preparing for anything.
Well, almost.
So how did I, an outcast from 2016, land up back in the year 1943? How did I, hotheaded and blunt, meet a boy from 1943, who was just as temperamen...
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Hi!
This is really just an A/N, but "preface" sounded nicer.
So firstly, this is an Enoch O'Connor (Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children) fanfiction. Shocker.
This work follows the film, not the books. Disappointment, I know, but I only read up on how different the books were in the midst of writing this. I didn't want to start over, so here you go.
I do not own any of these characters, all rights go to the author (you get how it goes) except for my own character, Jacqueline.
Sorry for any plot holes, I hate them so I try my best to fill everything in. Also, feel free to correct any grammatical errors in here, I absolutely hate reading my own grammatical errors.
(I hope there aren't any; I'm super particular about grammar.)
Thanks for giving this book a chance, I appreciate it sosososo much :)
