A Peculiar very Peculiar (Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children)

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After dinner, my father and I each went to our room. But after that conversation, neither of us spoke at all. It seems that remembering his childhood with his absent father, made him quite sad and I even felt guilty about it.

After locking himself in his room, I went to mine, but just as I lay down on the bed, the noise of the generators died down completely, leaving the island in the deepest darkness.

Somewhat angry, I groped my cell phone and using its dim light, I began to light a few candles that Kev gave me that same morning.

Under the dim light of candles, devoid of electricity, this place seemed to have truly become in medieval times, without internet, light or anything like that. I turned off my phone to save battery life and began to reflect on what happened today.

After arriving at this filthy "hotel", I dedicated myself to looking for the orphanage, which I found after being scammed to buy some dirty wellies. Then I had to endure the company of two weird teenagers who thought they were professional rappers whose raps practically didn't rhyme and when I found the orphanage, I realized the reality. It was completely destroyed because of the bomb that hit it during the war. I hope that pilot who dropped the bomb is well dead and buried underground.

I knew they were alive somewhere, that I would soon find them, but I still couldn't help but feel sorry for what I saw. Something quite curious because I don't remember being so sentimental.

"Maybe by fusing with Jacob I have acquired some of his qualities" – I sighed to myself.

I was still myself, but the things that normally wouldn't have affected me too much now did, and they weren't false feelings, but genuine.

Then, I remembered the conversation I had with my father over dinner. I reminded him of his childhood, an extremely sad childhood where his father was always absent, disappointed him, made him cry and even made Aunt Susan and my grandma suffer and I finally understood. Maybe Grandpa was going on a trip for a good cause, to help those in need, but because of that, he neglected his family, the family that needed him so much, the family that wanted to be with him, my father and my aunt just wanted an ordinary father. They wanted to be a happy family and instead, they got a father who didn't care about them and left them without any regrets.

"Grandpa... You may have done very good things, but you also did unforgivable things. I wonder why you chose that life, why you became so obsessed with helping others that you even neglected those who really needed you, your family" – I said something sad.

And then it also came to my mind, if he was going to leave his family stranded anyway... why did he marry my grandmother and have children? I mean, he could have married Emma or Olive, they are like him and surely they would never have reproached him for anything. But instead of that, he abandoned them and hurt them by marrying another woman, a woman that he also hurt.

"Grandpa surely helped many people, but he hurt many others in the process. I hope it was worth it at least" – I sighed.

That's why, whatever I do, I don't want to follow in his footsteps. I don't want to abandon my family, on the contrary, I want to live with them until the end of days, until eternity. That's why I won't be like him, someone who abandons his loved ones for God knows what. I will not neglect my future family, but I will take care of them and pamper them. I will protect them with all my being and I will never let them get hurt.

That's my goal, of course I can also help people who need help, but I won't abandon my family to help people I don't even know. It may sound cruel, maybe if someone heard me, they would call me selfish, but to those people I would say that I don't care about your insults. I'm not Jacob or my grandfather and I'm not going to follow in his footsteps like a fool. I am Jacob, yes, but not the original Jacob. I will chart my own path. I will not follow in the footsteps of anyone and least of all someone who helped a few and hurt many others in the process, their most important people. I am sorry, but I do not want to follow in the footsteps of such a person.

"Although I am really a hypocrite, I'm saying this, but I want to abandon my parents, making them suffer for it. I am actually a shitty hypocrite" – I said with a smile.

It's true that I have no choice but to abandon my parents. After all, they are normal and I'm not. I'm a peculiar children, a peculiar children with a system. If I do it right and if I'm cautious and cautious, I'm destined for greatness and I don't want to rot in the world of normals like I did in my past life. There I had no choice due to the circumstances around me, but in this world I will not follow in those same footsteps.

Many may think that they would like to have my previous life, a successful businessman, president of a major company, powerful and filthy rich and at first I would assure them that it is okay. You feel happy, you have everything you want, power over a certain amount of people. You have everything... But as the years go by, you begin to feel empty, as if you were missing something, at least that happened to me, that's why I don't want to go back to that life, I repugnant to do and feel like I did then.

"Anyway it's time to go to sleep, tomorrow I have to go to the orphanage again and, with a bit of luck, find the peculiar children once and for all..." – I said hopefully.

And so, expectant of what could happen tomorrow and with a lot of desire and excitement, little by little I fell asleep...

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 The next morning.

It was very early and almost no one had woken up, just those who had to work, like the sheep herders, the butcher who the day before scammed Jacob, Kev, etc.

At this time Jacob had not woken, but if he had, he would have been frightened because on the windowsill there was a huge black bird. Surely Jacob's father would be recognize it as a peregrine falcon. The falcon was staring at Jacob, as if he were interested in him, but within seconds, he flew away again, leaving only the marks of his sharp claws as proof that he was once there.

A few minutes later, Jacob opened his eyes and after rubbing them and yawning for a long time, he dressed in clean clothes, left the dirty ones in his suitcase and picked up his phone placed on the bedside table, coincidentally next to the window.

"Hmm, what's that?" – I said.

When I picked up my phone I could clearly see marks on the windowsill, claw marks, as if something had landed there.

"I don't remember those marks being there yesterday, of course... I didn't bother to look at it either" – I said while scratching my head.

I was so focused on my own thing, so deep in my thoughts that I didn't even inspect the room, but the question is, why inspect it? The room was a mess, extremely old, a bed in which you could hardly sleep without suffering from sciatica the next day. A small and very old bedside table, a closet in which only my suitcase could fit on the side and let's not even talk about the bathroom because it was communal and honestly, no one would want to relieve themselves there. It seemed not to have been cleaned in months.

Anyway, after getting dressed and locking the door. I went to the dining room, where I could find my father sitting at the table and talking to Kev.

"Good morning, Jake" – my father said.

Sometimes my father called me Jake and other times Jacob, don't think much of that.

"Good morning" – I said as I sat down in the other chair.

"Good morning, boy" – said Kev.

"Yes, good morning" – I nodded.

I looked around and saw that there were already more people there, but all of them were drinking beer from a huge and not very well washed mug. Seriously, drinking beer from so early? I honestly think it's too early to start drinking beer, but... I honestly don't care.

"Then I'll give you breakfast" – said Kev.

"But you haven't even told us what can we eat here" – I said.

"Oh yes, you see, there's buttered toast and an orange" - he said.

"And what else?" – I asked.

"That's all, it's a unique menu" - said Kev.

I almost shouted at him right there, a single menu? What kind of place is this?

"Then two menus, please" – my father said.

"Ok!" – Kev said with a smile.

And then, he went to prepare breakfast, the only one available in this place.

"Well, Jacob, what are you going to do today? Are you coming with your old man to the beach to watch birds?" – my father asked curiously.

"No, I will go back to the orphanage with the new friends I have made. I have not yet fully explored it" – I said.

"I don't know what all the interest in that old dilapidated building is all about, but... ok, do what you want, yes, but you have to introduce me to those friends of yours" – my father said.

He didn't seem very convinced that I would go to the orphanage again, but he calmed down a bit when I said that I made friends. That's why I made up that lie. I would never hang out with those assholes again. I felt that if I hung out with them for too long, my brain would melt.

"One of these days I will, don't worry" – I nodded.

"Perfect" – my father said.

After talking for a while about trivial topics (especially about birds), Kev served us a breakfast that consisted of two pieces of toast almost burnt with butter and an almost poached orange.

"Local butter, made here, in Cairnholm!" – Kev said proudly.